The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 241: Nothing Special

“Cute?”

Celicia’s lashes, like frost and snow, fluttered once as she looked at Muen in slight surprise:

“This is the first ti I’ve ever heard soone use that word to describe . Are you teasing ?”

Muen blinked. “If I said yes...”

A wave of cold surged forth—

“No! ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) No! I’m not teasing you, I’m genuinely complinting you!”

Muen hurriedly changed his words, urgently adding: “Cute is a positive word, a positive word!”

“A positive word, is it...”

Beneath that long-frozen ice, it was as if a faint ripple passed. She spoke softly:

“Unfortunately, that word doesn’t suit .”

“Why not?”

“Because I am a princess. Nothing more.”

Celicia lowered her head again, continuing to handle those tedious affairs.

“Is that so?”

But Muen refused to give up, leaning closer. “I think a princess should be a little cute, don’t you? For example...”

“For example?”

“Uh...”

Muen suddenly froze awkwardly.

The princesses he knew of who possessed “cuteness” were mostly from ani or manga in his previous life—and most of those belonged to... indescribable genres.

In this world, the only princess he knew was Celicia.

But he had to admit: Celicia alone already fulfilled every one of his fantasies about the word “princess.”

Cold and proud.

Utterly beautiful.

Flawless.

And with just a hint of “cuteness.”

But in fact, wasn’t that faint, elusive trace of it even more captivating?

“Forget it.”

Muen suddenly sighed, looked at Celicia, and smiled:

“Celicia, just stay as you are. The way you are now is already more than enough to be captivating.”

The jade-like hand turning the docunts paused for an instant.

The window was open.

The night wind blew in.

Celicia’s silver hair scattered, drifting and sotis veiling her ice-blue eyes.

Her expression was unclear.

But that cold and peerless face seed, for a fleeting mont, to soften.

“Do you have nothing better to do?”

Muen was dazed for a mont, before the girl once again beca like a snow lotus on a mountain peak, aloof and swaying:

“If you have ti to sit here saying useless things, better spend it far away from , instead of disturbing my work.”

“Who said I’m here to disturb you?”

Muen shalessly leaned in, grinning:

“I ca here to help you.”

“You?”

Celicia glanced at him suspiciously. “Do you even recognize all the characters?”

“...What kind of image do you have of in your mind?!” Muen slamd the desk in outrage.

“Philandering, smooth-tongued, fickle, full of nonsense...” Celicia’s face was expressionless.

“...”

It was as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him—Muen wilted instantly, muttering:

“What does that have to do with whether I can read or not...”

Even so, he still stretched out his hand and rifled through the thick stack of files in front of Celicia.

Celicia gave a soft sigh, picked out a few, and handed them to him:

“Help with these. They’re simpler.”

“Oh, oh.”

Knowing he wasn’t adept in this area, Muen didn’t try to show off. He obediently accepted the simple ones Celicia had selected for him.

Since he’d decided to help, Muen gathered his thoughts and quickly entered a working state.

For a ti, they were silent.

Only when Celicia occasionally lifted her eyes and glanced at Muen’s serious profile, a faint surprise flashed in her gaze, her expression softening slightly.

Under the warm candlelight, everything seed harmonious.

...

“Coffee’s here!”

Veil pushed open the door, only to see the two of them completely focused on their work, not even raising their heads, just both tapping the table beside them in unison as they spoke:

“Leave it there.”

“Hm?”

Veil froze, her eyes growing more suspicious as they swept back and forth between Muen and Celicia.

These two... what’s going on today?

Sothing fishy?

Setting down the coffee, she blinked her big eyes and curiously leaned toward Muen: “Muen Campbell, what are you doing?”

“Can’t you see?”

Muen answered: “Helping Celicia.”

“You?”

Veil’s eyes instantly went wide, disbelief written across her face.

“Do you even recognize all the characters?”

“...”

Muen’s mouth twitched.

Enough already, both of you!

Taking up the coffee, Muen took a sip and said casually:

“Looks like the Lower City isn’t as chaotic as I imagined.”

“Indeed. The current situation is far better than I expected. With the governing body practically paralyzed, I thought there would have been major unrest, but nothing of the sort happened.”

Celicia replied: “On that point, I’m afraid I must thank a certain soone.”

“Who?”

“Bruce Wayne.”

Muen’s hand froze.

“He... this Bruce Wayne, did he do sothing?”

“He unified the gangs of the Lower City. In the ti without leadership, there was no outbreak of gang wars or looting. On the contrary, those gangs even took the initiative to maintain order. The results... were far better than those drunken wastrels of the Guard.”

“Haha, is that so. Seems that Bruce Wayne is quite sothing.”

“Naturally. For soone to be honored by the rats of the Lower City as the ‘Dark Emperor,’ he must have real skill. But more than how he did it in such a short ti, what I’m most curious about is...”

Celicia lifted her head, eyes aningful as they fixed on Muen: “His identity. Wouldn’t you agree, Muen Campbell?”

“Is that so? I’m curious as well.”

Muen put on a straight face and said solemnly:

“To be able to unify the Lower City, end the chaos between gangs, and at such a crucial mont play such a major role, easing much of your workload without anyone realizing... to accomplish that, I’d say this Bruce Wayne must be a peerless, world-shaking, top-class handso bastard.”

“Handso or not, I don’t know. But to subdue those gangs, he must either be wealthy and of high birth, or strong and skilled. And for him to appear in the Lower City at such a special mont, there aren’t many who fit those conditions.”

Celicia leaned closer, her fragrance brushing against him, eyes locked onto Muen’s:

“What do you think, Muen Campbell?”

“Haha, about that... what could I possibly think? I’m nothing more than an utterly ordinary duke’s son.”

Celicia was very close now, her breath soft and alluring.

Muen maintained a calm expression, smiling:

“After all, I don’t really understand the Lower City. Maybe you should ask soone else, Celicia.”

“Is that so?”

“It is indeed.”

“Then I’ve been overthinking?”

“I have absolutely no idea what you an, haha...”

...

Off to the side.

Watching the two of them, their faces nearly touching, Veil once again stared wide-eyed in shock.

What’s going on?

What are they talking about?

Why can’t I understand a word?

From the countless romance novels she’d read, at this distance, the next step should be either a fight or... sothing else...

Since when had their relationship progressed to this point?

Could it be...

That this ultimate scumbag, who stepped on who knows how many boats at once, was finally going to make a move on the pure president?!

No!

Absolutely cannot let Muen Campbell succeed!

I must protect the president!

I must interfere!

Bang!

A dull thud shattered the close tension between the two.

Both turned instinctively, only to see Veil slam an ornate gift box onto the table—and then smile sweetly.

“My, how boring just to drink coffee. I suddenly rembered—the palace sent over so pastries today. Let’s eat together.”