Casual Heroing

Chapter 135: Duties

Chapter 135: Duties

Im scratching Princess Biancas ears, who, apparently, is not above being petted. I have the big wizard hat on top of my head, and the other Princess living under my roof is currently laughing.

Princess Bianca squeals at Princess Laura, leaving the latter slightly puzzled. From the little Ive understood of this white creature, shes probably mocking Lauras ignorance. Bianca can smell the insane magic coming off the hat, unlike the other Princess. Therefore, I guess she finds it juvenile for Laura to react like that.

My head goes back to what happened a few hours ago during my practice. I didnt even need the help of the magical hat. Apparently, my theory works extremely well. On top of that, the Cantrips gave me such expertise on a basic spell like [Light] that no one else, not even an [Archmage], could reproduce what I just did. I stacked every single odd in my favor. It was so effortless and already in the realm of my capabilities that I didnt even level.

Lord Juler had blabbered about [Heroes] before retiring in silence to process what went down. A very rare occurrence, if you ask me. But a welcome one.

So, hows being a Princess in a bakery? Is anyone giving you any problems? Have you been feeling bad about it?

I dont know where that question came from, but I realize I havent really paid much attention to how this woman is feeling. We had a fair share of deep conversations and interrogations. She tried to kill me, and I almost blinded her. Theres history here this much is obvious. But I realized I dont really know much about how Princess Laura feels about this whole thing. Her mother being relegated to her estate isnt good. But at least shes alive, right? Stanimal can be very scary, and I wouldnt be surprised if he told me he had to slay tens if not hundreds of people when he visited the royal court.

I see Lauras face going a bit dark.

I have greater responsibilities to take on. Spending time here is relaxing and, in part, enjoyable. But Im missing crucial parts of my duties.

Considering you tried to murder me in broad daylight, I think that missing some of those duties might actually be better for those on the other side of the table. Plus, I think thats what Stanimal wants.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

The Princess nods.

I am not a flat-eared idiot, nor am I green. However, I feel fidgety. Theres no defined goal here. Everythings up to my Ancestor. I dont like the lack of control.

Jesus, why do all these people like to talk this much?

I see Lauras mouth moving, but my brain has turned off my hearing. What surprises me is how she changes, how she reassesses every situation based on the new circumstances rather than her own emotions. Thats an incredible quality to have.

And do you know when that quality really helps?

Oh, man, I dont want to say. But Im convinced that thats a perfect quality in a zombie apocalypse.

A person who learns, improves, and grows thats the perfect partner to avoid getting chewed alive by zombiesassessing the environment, pivoting, balancing your mood with the objectives in front of you.

For all this woman was a royal racist hillbilly not even ten days ago, shes changed now. Profoundly changed.

Now, for the most important question

Is this real?

Did we both just change completely and mostly because of each other?

Could she just barge into my life like this, fit me so perfectly that we talk casually about marriage, change each other for the better, and be so comfortable in the others presence?

If this is indeed real and not a shallow feeling like with Lucinda

Is it love?