The Princess in the Chicken Coop - Chapter 2.11
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Lenok only now realized the alcohol Soria had brought was hard liquor, but it was too late.
[Darling─!!]
And he thought.
Watching a white chicken spread its wings wide and shout ‘darling,’ he realized that titles alone don’t create love.
“Wait a moment. First, calm down…”
While Lenok tried to calm her, Soria was experiencing the world spinning.
‘When did this start?’
Everything was spinning before her eyes.
She lifted her head, trying to steady her blurry vision. She could hear the large figure before her saying something, but couldn’t properly understand. She tried to understand out of respect for the speaker’s sincerity, but couldn’t last even ten minutes.
The reason was simple. With alcohol warming her entire body, how could she concentrate on anything?
Soria raised her eyes. When she rolled up her bright yellow eyes, Lenok, somewhat frightened, stepped back slightly.
[…Hot.]
“What?”
[HOT!!]
With that cry, Soria attempted to escape.
Her mind was filled only with thoughts of getting outside. Dignity? Propriety? How could she think of such things?
She flew high, using the wine glass as a foothold to avoid the hand reaching for her.
Flutter flutter.
White feathers scattered with her wing beats.
Using Lenok’s shoulder as a stepping stone, Soria succeeded in landing on the desk with a majestic appearance.
“Wait! Princess, just stay still for a moment!”
Soria glanced at the man who kept telling her to stay still, then turned her head away haughtily.
[Stay still my foot. How dare- hic! Such a human. Daring to order around the Princess of Syenn Kingdom. Such nerve.]
A round magic circle appeared at her feet as she muttered.
Since a genius remains a genius even when drunk, Lenok stepped back, already dreading the golden glowing magic circle.
But how could one avoid magic merely by stepping back?
Tap, tap, swoosh─.
He had hoped otherwise, but as expected. He ground his teeth at the water droplets once again dampening his shoulder. He had let it slide until now, but it was becoming unbearable.
“Princess Soria, if you don’t stop right there, I’ll throw you in the underground prison…”
[How dare you!!]
“What?”
[I am Syenn Brianne V. Soria! How dare a red-eyed fellow speak of imprisonment!!]
Lenok briefly wondered, given her surprisingly clear pronunciation despite being drunk, if the princess was just messing with him.
However, that proved to be groundless when Soria charged toward the window.
“Wait, Soria!!”
Despite Lenok’s shout, Soria rammed her head against the glass window with all her might.
CRASH!
The noise was so loud that voices from outside the door asked if everything was alright.
Lenok responded that everything was fine for now. There was no benefit in making this a bigger issue. He carefully reached out toward Soria, who was groaning next to the desk. If he could just catch her. Whatever was inside, she looked like a chicken on the outside, so if he could just grab her…
“Ugh… it hurts…”
Lenok’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt. He blankly stared down at the woman crouched next to the desk, clutching her head.
The first thing that filled his vision was snow-white hair with just the tips dyed golden, and golden eyes.
Soria, gripping her hair that reached down to her hips with both hands, groaned as she raised her body.
The deeply cut dress was in a style no longer seen today.
No corset, no bustle─the support used to create volume at the back─the most elaborate part of the dress that naturally followed her body’s lines was the belt.
“Princess… Soria?”
His question came out cautiously.
Soria lifted her head at her name. The diagonal glance held only one emotion: irritation.
“Why on earth… the door…”
Mumble mumble.
After grumbling something in annoyance, she soon stood up. Her movements in unlocking the window latch didn’t seem like those of a drunk person. After throwing the window open, before Lenok could stop her, Soria jumped out into empty space. Lenok, who had been watching blankly, suddenly realized in horror and sprang from his seat.
“Soria!!”
Jumping from the third floor! Lenok swallowed his scream and quickly grabbed the window frame. However, what his eyes saw below was Soria running off somewhere at full speed.
He muttered with a dumbfounded expression.
“Is she escaping…”
Though he couldn’t tell what she was escaping from, watching her retreating figure sprinting away, that was all he could think.
Lenok pressed his forehead. This had gone beyond what he could handle alone.
Sighing, he called for his aide.
***
If asked how many types of drinking habits exist in this world, it would be difficult to answer.
Even the same drinking habit varies by individual, and its intensity differs by situation. However, if one were to define Soria’s drinking habit…
“P-Princess!! Please stop running, p-please…!!”
It would be running.
She ran. Happily feeling the tickle of grass against her bare feet, she gave herself to the wind.
Even though she was drunk, she was still a woman. Under normal circumstances, there would be no reason they couldn’t catch her.
However, there was a valid reason why even properly trained knights couldn’t catch her.
“It’s magic!!”
Because she occasionally cast magic on both feet and jumped high into the air.
A knight who had almost caught Soria’s arm could only stare blankly as she leaped off the ground and soared.
How could anyone catch someone flying through the air when they weren’t birds themselves?
Having thus broken the knights’ will one by one, she laughed loudly, unaware that her time limit was up.
“Ahahaha! Exactly─ kioooo!”
Even when the flying lady became a flying white chicken, still no one could catch her.
Not until the exhausted Soria finally fell asleep.
***
There are such people. Those unfortunate ones who, the day after getting drunk, not only don’t have memory blackouts but remember everything more vividly.
Soria fell into that unfortunate category.
Terrible hangover, embarrassing drinking habits, and a clever mind that remembered it all.
The princess, perfectly equipped with this trinity of dark history, buried her face in the white bedding the moment she opened her eyes.
‘Yesterday, surely…’
If you’re going to remember everything, at least have decent drinking habits, or if you’re going to have terrible drinking habits, at least have memory blackouts. It’s incomprehensible how this body manages to perfectly align with all the wrong things.
Soria silently cursed while clutching her churning stomach.
“You must be enjoying your newfound fame.”
The sigh-laden voice from beside the bed came just when she was seriously considering escape.
‘Oh, heavens.’
Soria lifted her head, internally lamenting her own inadequacy for not thinking to check her surroundings.
Unfortunately, at the end of her gaze sat none other than Lenok.
Looking at him now, he was undeniably handsome. He looked perfectly at ease even sitting cross-legged in a chair that seemed more suited for flowery dresses.
However, the sight of this handsome man raising the corner of his mouth with such an ominous expression was far from welcome.
