I Will Break Off the Engagement Because I'm Jealous - The Untalented Villainess Who Rejected the Prince Searches for a Safe Haven with the Cheat Heroine - Chapter 2.7

Before my eyes was the flat of a silver sword. Beyond it stood Iris, her brow furrowed. Reflected in the window behind her was a horse, but it gradually slowed down and moved away from the car. A grating, screeching… metallic sound reached her ears, and Emilia looked up. An unpleasantly lukewarm wind seeped in through the gaps.

(It’s true he was well-trained and skilled at acrobatics but this is unbelievable! He jumped from a galloping horse onto the car!? And that I’ve seen it before, isn’t that sword one of the royal family’s treasures?)

Since childhood, Sieg had been unusually adept at climbing trees and buildings. Utilizing that special skill, he often sneaked into Emilia’s study. Once, when he took her out, he showed her the royal treasure vault and the silver sword now protruding from the ceiling should be one of the blades she saw there.

A holy sword, said to be one of the rarest in the world, naturally inhabited by a spirit. As you can see, it can easily slice through even iron. Perhaps due to the spirit’s rank, it seems to surpass even the supposedly sturdy spirit car.

“A spirit-harboring steed, and a holy sword blessed by a spirit as well and quite the nimble movement. Do you fancy yourself a hero come to rescue the princess, or something, Prince Sieg?”

Iris called out provocatively toward the tear in the ceiling. Then, with a crack, the sword rotated sideways. Its double-edged blade now pointed toward Emilia and Iris.

“Iriiiiiiiis…………”

A viscous voice dripped down from the base of the sword. Emilia saw eyes in the hole at the sword’s base. She gasped and trembled violently.

“You, woman, who so arrogantly deceived Emilia. I shall grant you a single mercy.”

(Huh? Iris deceived me? What does he mean? Didn’t he come to take Iris back? Didn’t he come to get revenge on me…?)

Unable to grasp the prince’s intentions, Emilia swallowed hard. But Iris in the driver’s seat…

“How kind of you. And what would you have me do?”

Reaching forward in her seat, she grinned.

Then.

“Bow your head and offer yourself to the blade.”

A cold, arrogant voice showered down.

(He means to kill Iris!? Why on earth——)

“No way! Do it, Aiter!”

“Eek!?”

Emilia was thrown back hard into her seat. Suddenly, the car began to swerve violently. Right, left, deep and forceful.

“Keh, petty tricks! Do you think you can make me lose my balance!?”

But Sieg seemed unfazed. The sword barely wavered, and through the hole in the ceiling, the prince could be glimpsed skillfully shifting his weight.

“————Hey, what are you doing?”

The prince’s tone changed, and Emilia, puzzled, braced her arms and managed to sit up. Her descending gaze swept over the ceiling, the utterly motionless sword.

“Iris?”

She saw Iris, sandwiching the sword between her palms. After Emilia’s murmur, a brief silence fell. The car still shook violently, and upon closer look, the sword was vibrating finely. It seemed Sieg was trying to move it, and Iris was holding it back.

“What do you think you’re doing!? Iris Crocus!”

“Well————this!”

Iris’s hands shoved down hard. The sword nearly slid into the car up to its hilt. Perhaps the prince tried to pull it back in panic, the blade lifted.

And Iris.

Let go.

“Gah!?”

A sound like flesh being struck, and a scream. The sword, once lifted, fell back into the car and rolled.

“Lady Emilia, hold on!”

Suddenly told, Emilia instinctively grabbed the seatbelt wrapped around her and squeezed her eyes shut. A grating noise echoed, and her body was jerked forward. A pressure as if she might pitch forward and the car stopped.

The interior fell quiet… but instead, a heavy sound of something hitting the ground could be heard.

Feeling the pressure ease, Emilia breathed as if remembering to, her shoulders heaving. She untangled her arms from the belt and opened her eyes wide. Iris was holding the sword’s hilt and casually tossed it into the back seat. Looking up, the hole in the ceiling was gradually closing. Shifting her gaze forward.

“Hah!? Your Highness!”

She saw Prince Sieg collapsed face-down.

“Don’t tell me he’s dead!”

“Would that be a problem? Shall I finish him off?”

Hearing such an outrageous suggestion, Emilia shook her head repeatedly at Iris.

“That’s not it! We need to treat his injuries!”

“Hey, Lady Emilia, you mustn’t get out!?”

Emilia cried out, reaching for the door and opening it. But as she tried to exit, she was pulled back by the belt wrapped around her. Frustrated, she struggled to remove it as quickly as possible.

“As I thought, you are beautiful.”

Hearing that voice, she froze.

Timidly, she turned her eyes.

The prince was swaying as he stood up.

It was hard to believe he’d been thrown from a high-speed car… he had no injuries whatsoever.

Emilia’s body was pulled back from behind, forced back into the car. The door closed on its own, and the car accelerated sharply and sped off. Just before the car would have hit him, Sieg nimbly leaped aside.

For a moment.

Through the window.

Their eyes met.

“Let’s meet again.”

She felt as if Sieg’s eyes were saying that… but no, they weren’t.