Page 1 of I Ran Away to Evil
PROLOGUE
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[Season Two: Dungeon Delves and Debutantes]
[Welcome back to the World of Valaria, an Open-World Battle Otome RPG for the ages.]
[In Season One, our Heroine Henrietta has worked hard to kill the Dark Overlord, King Monfort, and defeat his minions.]
[After overcoming her traumatic past with the help of her love interests, she finally picked a partner for Grand Duchess Calisto’s Spring Ball … but is she ready to take the next step?]
[Season Two features three new ikemen love interests, new dungeons, and new crafting material. But beware the threat of revenge from the Dark Enchanted Forest!]
[Come back to your favorite Heroine with even more Dungeons, Dragons, and Debutantes!]
“Ooh! It’s finally out. I’ve been waiting so long. Time to hurry home and—”
Screeeeech.
Bang!
“Oh my God! Did that truck just hit someone?”
CHAPTER 1
Gosh-Darned Isn’t Very Vicious
Henrietta
“How can you be so naive, Henri?” my father, King Simon Doryn of Drendil, nearly spat at me in frustration. Not an uncommon occurrence. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times:
“People are tools, and you’re a fool for trusting them.”
“People are tools, and I’m a fool for trusting them,” I quoted him under my breath as he spoke, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Not proper behavior for a warrior crown princess and all that.
He continued. “That is why you can’t show mercy to the lesser folk, Henri. They will simply walk all over you.”
So said my father, crushing the hand of a maid under his boot. She’d had the misfortune of spilling tea on the breakfast table. Thank goodness she wasn’t screaming or making a fuss; that would have set father off. Nothing I said was going to save her, but I still tried. I even took a different approach this time!
“Father, you are absolutely right. This gosh-darned maid is keeping you from your morning audience and needs to be punished for insulting the royal family.” I was never the best at being vicious; who saidgosh-darned? Oh well. I continued. “Let me show you what I’m capable of and leave her punishment to me.”
[You have attempted to use the Skill:Bureaucracy. You have succeeded.]
And against all odds, it worked. My father stopped stepping on the poor woman and looked me up and down. “Are you finally going to stop being useless and take your duties seriously? How much did we sacrifice to raise you as the heir, and you only understand now? You …”
I bit my lip and thought of other things as father continued a long-repeated diatribe of my faults.
They didn’t really have achoicebut to make me the heir. I was their only child, and my cousin Francis couldn’t add two numbers together. He was twenty-seven, nine years older than me, and they’d given up on him long before I was even born … and so, I had been trained as the son my father could never have.
If you counted being locked in a closet when I didn’t sit stilltraining.
Granted, sword lessons were pretty princely, and after a decade of intensive study by the best of the best, I could honestly say that my skills were first class. I also had some royal treasures that gave neat bonus modifiers.
I was still a disappointment for not unlocking the [Magic] skill, but I just couldn’t focus long enough for spellcasting. It was easier to get thrown into a dungeon and fight until I passed out. Memorizing complex formulae wasn’t my cup of tea …
