It was decided that 5 out of 7 of us would head out to find and hunt for so food: monster at, fruit, and if we ca across any fish, we'd grab those too. Johanne, Shredica, and Hereon ford one group, going in a differt direction. Princess Myrcella and I were paired up.
Initially, Johanne insisted on accompanying Princess Myrcella, but she firmly rebuffed him, asserting her ability to handle herself. And I believed her, especially considering she was currtly ranked number one in gold class in our second year.
As for the two who stayed behind at the cave, Harold and Hertrude, well, they had their reasons. Harold claid he couldn't be bothered and needed so rest, while Hertrude simply admitted she was feeling lazy. Convincing those two to pitch in with the effort might prove challging.
"Ahh, ahh, ahhh..."
I heard an unusual sound of breathing behind . Giv that no one was there, I realized it was coming from the Princess herself. I kept glancing back at her, checking if she was tired or out of breath, but instead, she had a blush on her face as she gazed at . Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling with each breath, but it wasn't due to exhaustion. It was sothing else tirely.
It felt like she wanted to breathe in completely.
"Are you alright, Princess?" I inquired.
"Ah, yes. I'm fine," she replied.
Despite her words, I had my doubts. She didn't look fine at all. Just to be cautious, I turned a and approached her.
"Ahh..." she gasped.
As I drew near, the flush on her face intsified. I reached out and touched her forehead.
"Hmm... You don't feel too warm, so it couldn't possibly be a fever, could it?"
After a while of checking her forehead, her body suddly convulsed. It was as if she'd be hit with a surge of electricity. Her eyes wided, her legs shook uncontrollably... and a small puddle began to form at her feet.
What...? Was she urinating? No, but this... Why does she have such a look of ecstasy on her face th? Clearly, she was expericing pleasure from this.
"Ahhh... ahhh..."
This girl is intriguing...
***
Princess Myrcella managed to regain her composure after a while. At that momt, she seed completely unfazed. You wouldn't have guessed anything had happed at all. Since her underwear and skirt got soiled, I took it upon myself to wash them. For the ti being, I instructed her to hide in the bushes to maintain her privacy.
After carefully removing her underwear and skirt, she handed them to , damp and heavy.
I wasn't the type of person to indulge in the perversion of sniffing a princess's urine-soaked underwear, and I wouldn't stoop so low. However, the act of a princess giving her damp panties felt sowhat lascivious in itself. After cleaning her underwear and skirt, I handed them back to her, freshly cleaned.
"I do apologize for that display, Leon," she said softly as she delicately slipped her underwear over her luscious, alabaster legs. The fabric clung to her skin, acctuating every curve.
"I don't mind," I replied.
"I'm kind of relieved," she confessed.
". . . . ."
"I'm not talking about the state of my bladder, Leon. I an I'm relieved that you're not the kind of man who would pounce on a vulnerable, half-naked woman," she clarified.
"I don't think I could ev if I wanted to. You're stronger than ," I admitted.
"Oh, you never know. A woman can be quite weak wh faced with soone attacking her with unbridled lust, you know?"
I couldn't help but notice her flushed face and heavy breathing, making wonder if she had so kinky thoughts running through her mind.
"Anyway," she coughed and cleared her throat, "let's go find so food," she suggested.
"Got it."
With that, we set off in search of sustance. Fortunately, we didn't have to search for long. Being an uninhabited island with plty of trees, it was teeming with wildlife and fruits ripe for the picking.
I scaled a tree and gathered as much fruit as I could reach, while Princess Myrcella stood guard below. From my vantage point atop the tree, I took a momt to survey the island. As expected, it was vast.
As I gathered fruit, I spotted smoke rising in the distance, indicating soone was camping nearby. Should I launch an attack? Clearing out as many emies as possible seed like a good strategy, but Princess Myrcella had instructed us to avoid conflict and wait for opportune momts to strike. Reluctantly, I decided to heed her advice and leave the campers alone for now.
Once I rejoined Princess Myrcella on the g, I inford her about the presce of others nearby. She suggested we steer clear of them. After hunting for a while, we managed to gather as much food as possible before returning to our cave. However, the other group that had vtured out with us had yet to return.
They were probably just running behind schedule, but as darkness descded, their absce started to beco concerning.
"Should I head out and look for them?" I inquired.
"It wouldn't be safe for you to go alone, Leon," Princess Myrcella replied.
"What do you suggest we do th?"
Princess Myrcella glanced at the two who hadn't budged from their spot since we left them. All they'd done during this ti was join us for a al, showing no concern for the missing mbers. The Princess regarded them with a hint of reproach in her eyes.
Princess Myrcella sighed. "Let's go find them, just the two of us," she suggested to .
"Alright," I agreed, noting her appart resignation in dealing with the uncooperative pair.
"Wait," suddly called out Hertrude.
Both of us turned to look at her.
"Let handle it," Hertrude proposed.
"...What?" Princess Myrcella questioned.
"Let be the one to accompany Leon instead of you, Princess," Hertrude clarified.
Both Princess and I exchanged confused glances.
***
Hertrude and I traversed the darkness of the uninhabited island without lighting any torches. Having light in such darkness would only increase our chances of being spotted, and I wasn't willing to take that risk. Despite knowing I could easily brush aside any threats, I had to maintain the facade of being skillless.
As we walked, I cast side glances at Hertrude, wondering why she insisted on taking Princess Myrcella's place. It seed odd, especially considering her previous behavior of being glued to her smartphone throughout the ga. Ev now, she continued to stare at the device.
"You must be surprised," she remarked, evidtly noticing my gaze.
"On what?" I asked.
"On doing sothing like this. You must have figured that I'd be uncooperative during this King's Ga," she explained. "While I might give off that impression, I'm actually gaged in sothing important here."
"And what's that?" I inquired.
She showed her phone, and wh I glanced at the scre, I was t with a list of bullet-pointed s. My eyes wided as I read through them. Each try detailed evts we had expericed, with five in total. Three of them were already crossed out, indicating they had already occurred. The first crossed-out try was Harold's frustration about having skillless teammates like Shredica and .
The second was my inquiry to her about joining the team for the ga. The third noted the absce of the other three team mbers who had gone to find food but hadn't returned. The last two tries, which were yet to happ, were rescuing Hertrude and Princess Myrcella facing the threat of being killed.
"What's all this...?" I inquired, perplexed.
"I owe you an apology, Leon. Wh I mtioned wanting a connection with the Princess, it was a lie. Truth is, I'm here to save her," she confessed.
"So Princess Myrcella is in danger?" I pressed.
"Yes," she affird. Th, locking eyes with , she continued, "I possess a skill called Clairvoyance. It allows to glimpse into the future from my perspective. Last month, I foresaw a future where sev academy studts partake in the King's Ga, and in that scario, the Princess ets her demise," she explained. "But that's not the only reason I'm determined to save her.
If Princess Myrcella perishes, her brother, Prince Julius, will seek vgeance against the royal family, sparking a chain of evts leading to sothing incredibly dire."
So Princess Myrcella is destined to fail her mission, huh?, I mused.
"I'm asking for your help, Leon. Help save the Princess," she pleaded.
"...Why ?" I questioned. "You do realize I'm not exactly powerful, right? If the person aiming to kill the Princess is skilled ough to succeed, they must be formidable."
She already had an inkling of who I was. Giv my reputation at school, it was unlikely she hadn't heard of .
To this, Hertrude replied, "It has to be you, Leon. In every future I've glimpsed, you're always prest."
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