Symphony for the Insect Princess

"It's an island nation called Oslev (a sea and archipelago covering the entire southeast and east sides of the world)," Clara recalled. "I was born and raised in the capital. My father runs a small business, and my mother is a stay-at-home housewife."

"It's a commoner's home. It feels very warm~"

"It's okay. Although Dad always hopes that I can make a name for myself in the future... So when the local Magicians' Association recognized my high magical talent, the whole family was super happy! Although this 'high magical talent' is only relative to commoners like me, it's just average at Mishra Academy..."

As she spoke, Clara became a little discouraged, and Qimila hurried to comfort her.

"Don't, don't be disappointed, my friend! There's nothing wrong with being just average, right? If you insist, I'm even worse than you!"

"Qimila-chan, if you don't know how to comfort others, don't force yourself."

"Hey hey hey? I clearly have good intentions..."

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously!" Clara said hurriedly, not knowing who was comforting whom.

At this time, Aisia spoke again.

"Speaking of which... Miss Qimila? Actually, I've always been curious about you. Where are you from?"

Chapter 49 Mysterious Background

"Speaking of which... Miss Qimila? Actually, I've always been curious about you. Where are you from?"

Asia asked.

“………………Huh?”

Qimila's expression froze.

Didn't I hear clearly? Aisia thought, and asked again.

"Uh……"

Unexpectedly, Qiumila frowned a little embarrassedly, rubbing her ice-blue hair mixed with silver-gray with her fingers, with a very subtle expression.

"Tentatively, it's the Principality of Frasso on the Plain Continent... perhaps?"

"For the time being?" "Maybe?"

Aisia was surprised by the ambiguous words, and Clara also pricked up her ears - Qimila had never mentioned her life experience before.

"Hehehehe... What a foolish mortal! I was born in chaos and grew up in darkness. To the aloof princess, the so-called past is just... just..."

Facing the curious gazes of the two people, Qimila became more and more embarrassed, and finally, in a rare move, she took the initiative to interrupt those irrelevant words.

"...Actually, I don't remember it very clearly. My memories have always been vague."

She frowned, trying hard to recall something.

"Anyway... the only things I can clearly recall are the four years from when I was twelve. Before that, it's just bits and pieces."

"Amnesia? Or some other memory disorder?"

“I don’t know…”

"What did your parents say?"

"…………"

"Parents" - when she heard these two words, Qimila's eyes became gloomy.

Clara realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly covered her mouth, but of course it was too late.

"They... if they think carefully about when they were seven or eight, they can still recall fragments of them. But during their teens, their memory loss was particularly severe, and they couldn't remember anything. After that... when they regained consciousness, they were... no longer there."

As Qiumila spoke, she lowered her head.

"Sorry……"

"I'm sorry to bring back bad memories for you."

"It's nothing, actually... Since only fragments of my shared memories with them remain, they're more like strangers to me, labeled 'parents'. Although I feel a sense of emptiness inside, I don't actually feel much sadness."

""...""

The atmosphere became heavy.

Only then did Clara suddenly realize that Qimila's constant chanting of "I was born in chaos, grew up in darkness," "Singing praises to the destruction of chaos, rebuilding the glory of the past," and so on, might not be just a joke...

"Well...well, Miss Qimila has finished her speech. What's next...Nairis?"

Aisia immediately changed the subject and looked at Nairis who had been standing there quietly.

"What are your orders?"

"Why don't you tell me about your hometown? I'm also interested. Come, sit down."

"But I'm just a maid..."

"Don't worry about it~"

Aisia affectionately took Nairis's hand and asked her to sit in an empty chair. She looked around a little awkwardly, but quickly adjusted her expression.

Although it was only for a moment, the cute panic she showed was refreshing to everyone.

"Speak, speak, Nairis~"

"Just tell me any story."

"Uh……"

Nairis frowned slightly, and after organizing her words, she slowly spoke: "Actually, my experience is probably the most uninteresting. I used to be the daughter of a noble family..."

"Oh! You indeed have the same noble aura as me!"

"But... when I was about eight years old, something bad happened at home. It seemed that my father's political enemies were responsible. Both my parents were thrown into prison, and I..."

"Uh...thank you for your hard work...and then what happened?"

"I was sold into a brothel."

"""..."""

The atmosphere suddenly became heavier.

Qimila and Clara both looked apologetic, while Aisia looked like she had been punched in the face.

"Ah, please don't overthink it," Nairis explained quickly. "The people there seemed to want to sell me for a good price, so they didn't touch me until I was fourteen. I quietly ran away on my fourteenth birthday, and then lived on odd jobs for the next three years. I'm really lucky to be able to work in the City Lord's Mansion now."

"""..."""

But the atmosphere remains mysterious and heavy.

Although Nairis said it lightly, all three of them could feel the implicit bitterness.

"Nairis..."

Aisia's heart warmed, and she suddenly held Nairis's hand tightly.

"...Miss?"

"Thank you for all your hard work, Nairis..."

"Well, it's not that... well, it's a bit hard."

Nesri showed a slightly bitter smile, which made people even more distressed.

(Nairis... As expected, I have to protect you...)

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(Author: I can’t help laughing, Nier, you are really a master of nonsense)

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Outside Kasolu City——

"Do you know why humans have bones?"

“Woo…Gu…”

"Of course it's so I can break it, you idiot!"

“Wuwuwu…Wuwuwuwu!!!!!!”

Click!

With a crisp sound, the necks of a high-level magician and a high-level magic warrior were broken at the same time. Sedroon threw the two corpses away with a bored look on his face.

"Hey, hey, you guys, stop just watching and not doing anything! Search the body! I don't want to touch this dirty meat anymore!"

"Uh, ah, yes..."

Osam and others hesitated for a moment, then immediately started searching for the body.

Yes, it is indeed a “big undertaking” and the workload is huge.

Because there are too many corpses.

No fewer than a hundred people—mostly corpses—strewn across the ground. The thick stench of blood stung the nose, making the brain swoon. Just minutes ago, this had been a massive group led by a mage. Like a checkpoint, they blocked the path to the small market town where they were staying, intercepting anyone who tried to pass. They were not mercenaries or adventurers, but simply lawless criminals. Their purpose was to interrogate everyone who passed by, to see if they were hiding any great treasures, and to rob them of their money and rape them.

"Just fucking stop it...huh?"

"I'm fucking such a slutty girl? Stop, come here, grandpa!"

"Hey, you're quite knowledgeable, girl? Okay, suck it off quickly... Yes! Right here! Why don't you like outdoor exposure?"

"Hey...wait...eh? Eh hey hey?"

"Stop, stop it, damn it—"

"GAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

——This is roughly how it develops.

Sedroang, who had been in a bad mood along the way, just found an outlet to vent her anger. Forbearance? Showing mercy? These virtues had long been eaten by her.

"Is everything done?"

"They didn't find the great secret treasure, so it seems they didn't get it either... But that's nonsense. The people who got the great secret treasure will avoid them when they see them from afar." Osam replied.

"What a bummer... I told you before to take all the valuables from them, right?"

““““““I took it.”””””””

"Have you chopped off the heads of the leaders and put them away? They are most likely wanted criminals, and their heads are worth a lot of money."

“““““““It’s been cut and harvested.”””””””

"Then all of you get out of the way—"

The mercenaries retreated in a hurry. Sedroon waved his hand, and a black thundercloud immediately appeared in the low sky. The moment the last mercenary left, a scorching lightning whizzed down, and all the people on the ground - whether they were corpses or unconscious living people - were turned into ashes in the lightning.

At this moment, Osam suddenly felt that they were the bad guys.

(Come to think of it… this is a fairly high-level lightning magic. No chanting required, no accumulation of mana required, this kind of elemental magic can be cast with ease…)

I am becoming less and less willing to provoke Sedroang. How strong is she?

"Don't just stare! That place at the entrance to town... is an inn, right? Let's use it as our base for now."

Chapter 50 Charlotte Phoenix

The hotel at the entrance of the town welcomed uninvited guests.

"Hello, guests, are you staying at the hotel?"

The lady boss at the counter had just coaxed her daughter away and put on a business-like smile as she looked at the customers. Her surprisingly large breasts beneath her clothes swayed with her movements, and the men in the mercenary group were all stunned.

"guest?"

"Uh...ah...hello miss, uh..."

Osam was in a dilemma: should he call her "Miss" or "Ms."

It's hard to tell the age of the proprietress in front of me. She has the charm of a mature woman and the purity of a young girl. Her body is so hot, and her mature and steady temperament makes her look seven or eight years old... So, the proprietress is probably around thirty? But she feels even younger...

Osam was still struggling in his heart, but Sedroon beside him had a stern face.

"……(stare)"

"..."

"……(stare)"

"...Sir, what can I do for you?"

The proprietress still maintained her businesslike smile, while Setroon stared at her, muttering to himself.