Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Under the scorching gazes of the crowd, Miss felt that the delicious food in front of him became difficult to swallow.

He looked at the icy beauty next to him, his face full of confusion.

It seems to be saying, you can eat whatever you want but you can't say whatever you want. When did I peek at girls? Isn't this bullying an honest person?

Sylvia noticed Miss's death gaze and immediately turned her head away, with no intention of paying any attention to him.

Just as Mis was about to question the girl, a small gurgling sound came into his ears.

"Ok?"

He noticed that Sylvia trembled all over, then slowly lay down on the table, buried her head in her arms, and then there was no movement.

Miss narrowed her eyes slightly and looked carefully at the graceful iceberg beauty. Her cute ears under her snow-white hair showed an alluring blush and moved from time to time.

It must be her. My stomach is growling.

"Ah, he made Miss Sylvia cry."

"Is he a perverted pervert who specializes in playing with the feelings of young girls?"

"No, why should he?"

Miss, who became the target of public criticism, covered half of his face and shook his head helplessly.

She's just hungry. Stop your silly behavior and stop imagining things.

And you!

Please, this is a place to eat, just eat if you are hungry!

As a C-rank adventurer, don’t you have money to eat?

Also, aren’t you a proud and cold goddess? What’s the meaning of this shy posture?

It’s so foul!

Just when both Miss and Sylvia were in trouble, an untimely voice rescued them and attracted the attention of the customers.

"This is all I earned today. It's not even enough for tonight's drinks. How am I going to spend money at Pink Spring later?"

Everyone looked towards the source of the voice. The person speaking was none other than the drunken Ron.

Ron, holding a pitiful silver coin and a few copper coins in his hand, was full of anger as he scolded the little yellow-haired Cassius.

On the other hand, Cassius did not show any dissatisfaction on his face. Instead, he tried to comfort his master, "Teacher, the beds in the hotel are also very comfortable to sleep in. It is not healthy for you to sleep in that kind of place every day."

Ron didn't know what was good for him and pushed Cassius away. "Bullshit, is there any gentle and considerate big sister in the hotel? I think this is just an excuse you made up for not wanting to work hard. You will definitely be working for others for free today."

Cassius was still not angry, and even had a guilty look on his face, "I'm sorry, teacher, Grandpa Walter's cow was sick and couldn't work, so... so I..."

"Hmph, we've been in this crappy place for a year. If you don't work hard to make money, how can we continue traveling? Don't you want to become a sword master, or don't you want to get the recognition of your brother Cross?" Ron knocked on the table hard and complained.

Cassius lowered his head slowly like a child who had done something wrong, holding the hilt of the tattered sword he had used for three years. The new wounds on his body were still aching and bleeding from time to time.

"I'm sorry, teacher. I will work harder tomorrow and strive to be promoted to LV3 as soon as possible. This way I can earn more money. I won't let you down again."

Ron did not hear the blond boy's tearful words, because he had fallen asleep long ago, still holding the empty bottle of wine in his hand.

From the expressions of the customers around, Miss discovered that they were somewhat accustomed to the situation between Ron and his apprentice. No one stood up to speak for Cassius, cursing this prodigal master who did nothing but drink and look for women all day long.

The second prince of the Holy Kingdom of Veratis is a born loser, with no talent for magic and his progress in swordplay is slow. Miss had heard about this a long time ago.

Unexpectedly, he has only reached the level of LV2 smelting-grade swordsman now.

Uh, the same level 2 as me.

Wait, a good-for-nothing prince stranded in exile from a powerful kingdom?

A tenacious character that never gives up despite being oppressed and looked down upon?

Miss seemed to smell something strange, could it be...

This kid got the script of the protagonist of the novel?

As a result, he was sold to a proud and arrogant young lady of a wealthy family as a slave by his money-hungry master.

After being bullied by the eldest lady, he unexpectedly got some kind of opportunity, and since then he embarked on the road of counterattack. He pretended to be a pig and ate the tiger and slapped the face of the arrogant eldest lady, who began to pursue him.

He took action to resolve the crisis in the kingdom, gained recognition from important figures, and gained both fame and fortune, making his master Ron and his eldest brother Cross regret it.

Then, in order to protect the human race, he challenges the evil demon king alone, is promoted to a sword master, defeats the demon king, becomes a brave man respected by the world, and finally starts a crazy harem?

Miss held his forehead with his hand, staring at the yellow-haired boy.

Did I bully his sister before?

Wait, who said he wanted to become a demon king...

Bad, come at me!

Just as Miss was worrying about the future, he noticed that Sylvia next to him seemed to move.

Did she move towards me?

Both of them sat against the wall, on a wooden bench embedded in the wall.

Mis didn't care and continued eating. After a while, he felt movement next to him again.

The distance between the two of them has indeed become closer. What's going on?

When he picked up the spoon and was about to put it to his mouth, he found that the magic power in his body seemed to be being sucked away like silk from a cocoon.

Miss turned her head suddenly and saw Sylvia quietly moving her hips and getting closer to her.

He was shocked. This guy was not eating, but eating himself!

Picking up the plate, Miss also followed Sylvia's example and moved a little to the other side, away from the girl.

Sylvia seemed to have noticed it and followed quietly.

Mith ran again, and the girl chased him.

Soon, Miss moved to the corner of the wall, with nowhere to escape, but Sylvia did not stop and continued to slowly approach Miss.

As if she noticed that Miss had stopped moving, Sylvia tilted her head slightly, staring at Miss with her ice-blue eyes with a look of disgust.

"Don't get so close to me, pervert!"

Miss: ???

The person who is trapped in the corner seems to be me. You are going too far!

A C-rank adventurer who had no money to eat would have been fine, but he actually blatantly took advantage of me.

Looking at myself, I just wanted to have a quiet meal, but I was falsely accused of being a hooligan. Not only did the person who was falsely accused get the magic power for free, but he was also called a pervert. Is there any law?

Just when Miss was about to rise up and seek justice for himself, the culprit Sylvia threw him a ball of paper and stared at him.

Mis was puzzled and opened the paper ball. It turned out to be a wanted poster issued by the guards at the city gate, and the portrait on it was exactly himself.

He put down the spoon and looked at the girl. The icy beautiful girl put away her disgusted expression, and there was a little more pride in her eyes. She said in a low voice.

"You don't want others to know your identity as a wanted criminal."