Sickly Yandere Purple-Haired Girl Approaches / The Horizontal Flying Princess / Chasing Merlin is So Cool

[Your first meeting with Prelati was actually very accidental.]

[It was solely because Jeanne was rather tired today and went to sleep early, and you wanted to gather more information about that English magician, that this encounter occurred.]

It was a snowy night.

Pierre walked out of the room he was sharing with his younger sister and into the outer hall.

Although the night was already deep, there were still quite a few people sitting here drinking and talking about various things.

Some were disheartened, others were cheerful.

But neither had anything to do with Pierre at this moment.

The young dragon in hiding didn't care why these people were sitting here; he just wanted to gather more information about that English magician.

Then—

Let's go ask the landlady here first.

"A magician?" The landlady placed a glass of wine in front of Pierre, then pouted slightly, looking very puzzled.

"Sorry... I'm not very familiar with that kind of thing," she said apologetically.

"Is that so... it's okay," Pierre replied, not surprised by this.

After all, in this era, magic was as mysterious as dragons.

They certainly existed in this world, but it was by no means something that just anyone could come into contact with its essence.

That being said, the feeling of gaining nothing still brought Pierre a bit of disappointment.

He and his younger sister had been to many villages, but without exception, the answers they received were all "I don't really understand."

Oh well.

If there's no answer here, then let's just place our hopes on the next village.

He didn't believe that after meeting so many people along the way, not even one would know anything about it.

But at this moment—

Just as Pierre was having such thoughts, the landlady's words directly pulled him back from the brink of disappointment.

"Eh... wait a minute, if you put it that way, there's someone who seems to fit your description quite well?" she said, her eyes widening slightly.

"What?!" Pierre was overjoyed. "Did you remember something?" he asked eagerly.

"Mmm," the landlady nodded.

"There's one person right here in our village—"

The landlady hadn't finished speaking when a loud bang was heard.

Immediately afterward, the tavern door was slammed open, and a figure appeared there.

[That was a girl wearing a veil and a white dress.]

[She looked about the same age as Jeanne, but there was a feeling in her eyes that didn't belong to this age.]

[To describe it with more specific words, it was madness.]

[You realized that this would be a rather strange girl.]

[And her subsequent actions perfectly validated your thoughts.]

The girl tossed her long purple hair, then swept her gaze, which was as beautiful as violet, over the people sitting in the hall.

She tilted her head slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Everyone in the tavern, does anyone want to try and see what death feels like today?" she asked, her voice light and airy.

"First time's half price, second time's free~ Ah... but it seems like no one will get to use the second time, right? How about just making it completely free then?!" she continued, her eyes sparkling with a strange light.

"Uh... offering a glass of wine might also be considered~" she added, giggling softly.

These words made everyone in the tavern turn their heads in unison to look at the girl.

But soon, everyone returned to their previous state, as if she had never appeared at all.

"This..." Pierre, who had just arrived, didn't understand what was happening at all.

And the landlady beside him very kindly continued what she had just been saying.

"That's the magician I was just talking about... she comes over around this time almost every day to say these strange things," she explained, shaking her head slightly.

"..." Pierre was speechless for a moment.

Intuition told him that this girl who could be called a "magician" was probably very wrong.

He should hurry up and avoid her.

However—

Just as Pierre was about to return to his room to continue taking care of his younger sister, a shout came from behind him at this moment.

"Stop!"

"Who are you? I've never seen you here before, have I?"

[You realized that the girl had still discovered your presence.]

[You couldn't help but secretly complain.]

[However, out of politeness, you knew you still had to answer her.]

[After all, if you caused any trouble here because of this, it would be extremely troublesome.]

Pierre turned around and looked at the girl in front of him with as calm a tone as possible, answering:

"I'm just someone passing through here," he said, his voice even and steady.

"It's perfectly normal that you haven't seen me before," he added, his gaze direct.

"Hmm?" Hearing this reply, the purple-haired girl walked towards Pierre step by step.

She stopped at a position very close to the boy, then tiptoed and leaned in front of him.

"What's your name?" she asked, her violet eyes staring intently into his.

"..."

"Pierre D'Arc," he replied, his voice calm.

The journey these past few days had proven one thing to Pierre—that there was no need to hide his and his sister's names at all.

The hope from the Lord hadn't fully spread to every corner of this land.

The French people living under the heavy pressure of the English wouldn't care what the people who came to the village were called.

More than that, they wanted to know if they still had enough food at home to make bread.

"So, your name is Pierre D'Arc~" the purple-haired girl muttered the name the boy had given her.

"That's a really nice name," she said, a smile playing on her lips.

"My name is François Prelati," she introduced herself without waiting for him to ask. "You can call me Prelati," she added, her violet eyes looking at him expectantly.

"Hmm... I'll just call you Pierre then," she concluded, tilting her head slightly.

"..."

Frankly speaking, Pierre didn't care what any girl other than his younger sister was called.

He was even more disgusted by Prelati's overly familiar behavior at this moment.

However, since he was an outsider, he couldn't just lash out on the spot.

"I see," Pierre said, trying to keep his tone neutral.

"Prelati, your name is very elegant," he added politely.

"But if there's nothing else, I should go back now, let's chat next time," he said, trying to politely excuse himself.

Such an obvious excuse, but the purple-haired girl seemed to not understand it at all.

"Who said there's nothing else—?!" she exclaimed, her violet eyes widening slightly.

"We finally met someone we don't know today, we absolutely have to have a drink together," she declared, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"..."

"Not saying anything means you agree," Prelati clapped her hands together.

"Okay, it's decided then, how delightful!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

[You were pulled by Prelati to the side of the bar.]

[She very readily slapped down two gold coins, then ordered two glasses of wine, pushing one of them in front of you.]

[The whole process was smooth and swift, not giving you the slightest chance to interject.]

[For the first time in your life, you felt your scalp tingle.]

[But Prelati didn't take it seriously at all.]

"Where are you from?" Prelati took a sip of her wine and directly threw out a question.

"From the north," Pierre gave a vague answer.

"The north?" The girl stopped her wine glass.

"Isn't that place controlled by the Burgundians? How did you get out of there?" she asked, her violet eyes looking at him with curiosity.

"I didn't come from there, I'm going back there," Pierre corrected her.

"Oh~ I see," Prelati sized up Pierre.

"Looking at you, you don't seem like an Englishman or a Burgundian... there's no need to delve into such a dangerous place," she said, her violet eyes looking at him thoughtfully.

The girl's tone didn't sound like she was advising Pierre; rather, it sounded more like she was stating some obvious facts.

However, for the boy, this could all be considered a friendly gesture.

His attitude wasn't as resistant as it had been just now.

"Because there are some things I have to go back for... so even if it's dangerous, I have to do it," Pierre explained, his gaze firm.

"I see," Prelati took another sip of wine.

She licked her lips, seeming completely unconcerned about what Pierre had answered.

However, the boy had become a little more interested in her.

[Of course, you didn't develop any romantic feelings for Prelati.]

[You had only just met for less than ten minutes.]

[What you cared about were the words the landlady had just mentioned.]

[The Prelati in front of you might be a genuine magician.]

[Although she seemed a bit abnormal and completely lacked the reserve that girls should show.]

[But you thought that since she was a magician, she might know something.]

[Anyway, there was no way to avoid it now, so you might as well actively use this opportunity, and maybe there would be some unexpected gains.]

[Hoping for this, you actively started chatting with Prelati again.]

"I heard from the landlady that you're a magician?" Pierre asked proactively.

"..." The purple-haired girl glanced at the landlady, her brow furrowing slightly, seeming a little displeased.

But she still answered:

"Yes, I am indeed a magician," she said, her voice light and airy.

The moment he heard this affirmative answer, Pierre immediately became interested.

"Then do you know of a rumored magician in England?" he asked, his gaze intent.

"A rumored magician...?" Prelati also seemed a little interested.

"Yes," Pierre nodded. "It's said that she claims she can bring victory in this war for England," he explained, his gaze earnest.

"I wonder which powerful magician could say such confident words," he added, his brow furrowed in thought.

"..."

"Cough cough," Prelati cleared her throat, then sat up much straighter than before.

"Is there any point in you asking such a question? You want to go back to your hometown in the north, not look for that magician, right?" she asked, her violet eyes looking at him intently.

"..." Pierre hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"Actually, I'm also a magician... hearing that England has such a powerful magician, I naturally want to pay her a visit," he said, his gaze direct.

As he said these words, Pierre gently conjured a ball of fire in his hand, then made it disappear, using this to prove that he wasn't talking nonsense.

Of course.

This so-called visit was naturally not Pierre's true purpose.

He merely wanted to obtain more information about that English magician, nothing more.

But the boy's reply seemed to have hit Prelati's thoughts just right.

She drained the wine in her glass, then turned around, licked her lips, and said with a bit of tipsiness:

"You're quite lucky, I happen to know a lot about her~" she said, her voice a little slurred.

"What do you want to know?" she asked, her violet eyes looking at him expectantly.

Although Pierre felt that Prelati's impatient tone was a bit strange, he didn't pay too much attention to it.

At this moment, all he wanted was to get more information.

"Anything is fine, please tell me more about her," he requested eagerly.

"Eh, in that case—" Prelati rested her chin on her hand, making a thoughtful expression.

"Then do you want to know why she has such confidence in saying she can bring victory to England?" she asked, her violet eyes looking at him intently.

"Yes," Pierre replied directly and immediately.

Any information was very important to him now—it concerned Jeanne's future.

As for whether it was true or false, he would judge after hearing it.

"That's because she comes from a prestigious family of magicians~" Prelati said, wiggling her fingers, a hint of pride in her words.

"A prestigious family of magicians?" Pierre asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity.

"That's right," Prelati said, crossing her arms over her chest, looking quite confident about the shock this background might bring.

"Her master's master is the legendary Merlin of Britain!" she declared, her violet eyes sparkling.

The moment he heard this name, Pierre felt his eyes turn a bit red.

He seemed to feel some nameless anger rooted deep within his bones.

But this anger didn't last long; it quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all.

"Oh... I see," Pierre said, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Following Prelati's words, Pierre began to praise the magician named Merlin.

"Then he must be a very powerful magician... that's why his disciple's disciple has the confidence to say such things," he said, his gaze thoughtful.

"You could say that," Prelati tossed her hair.

"But if you ask me—"

"The truly amazing one isn't him," she declared, her violet eyes gleaming.

Pierre was startled inside, but on the surface, he still pretended to be calm.

"There's someone even more amazing than him?!" he asked, his brow furrowed in surprise.

"Of course," Prelati replied, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Speaking of this, Prelati cupped her face with her hands, gently exhaling warm air, looking as if she had fallen into some extremely infatuated state.

"My master's master was once chased all the way by a man," she said softly, her voice filled with a strange excitement.

"In the end, he had no choice but to flee into a very tall tower," she continued, her violet eyes sparkling with an unsettling light.

"Let me imagine that scene... a powerful magician constantly running away, and behind him is the person who keeps chasing him," she murmured, a strange smile on her lips.

"The more pathetic the person in front is, the cooler the person behind is~" Prelati exhaled a breath of warm air, her tongue wriggling over her lips.

(T/N:Umu that cool person is in front of You)

"He must be a rather crazy person... I really want to find him, and then... hehehe," she said, a dark light flashing in her eyes as she spoke these words.

A morbid atmosphere spread out from her as the center, engulfing everything around her.

"Amazing... just thinking that there's such a crazy person in this world makes me so excited," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a strange thrill.

"This is quite something, you know," she added, her violet eyes looking at Pierre with an unsettling intensity.

"..." Pierre didn't know how to respond to Prelati's words for a moment.

He felt like he had gotten himself into a serious topic.

But this silence didn't last long.

Because the girl in front of him quickly looked towards him.

"Speaking of which, you guys are going back to the northern village, right?" she asked, her violet eyes looking at him expectantly.

"...Yes," Pierre replied cautiously.

"Excellent," Prelati grabbed Pierre's sleeve.

"Then just take me along with you~" she said, her violet eyes sparkling with an unsettling excitement.