“Excuse me, what’s your name?”
A yellow-haired woman had pointed a finger at Carmine. I had truly hoped that we would have a bit more time. It had only been ten minutes since we entered the inn. The only reason I hadn’t gone straight into an alley and portaled away is because I was concerned that we’d be seen. If we got interrupted trying to leave the city, there was no saying what would happen. There was a backdoor to the inn, and we could slide into the alley that way, then teleport without being seen. Regrettably, I had failed to predict how quickly they’d respond.
It wasn’t just anyone as well, but another yellow-haired woman. She must have sped over here as soon as she heard a yellow-haired person appeared in town. Now, with several armed men around her, she was pointing quite aggressively. However, Carmine barely responded to her aggressive acts, and I kept my face cool as well. The only one who gasped noticeably was Bernice, and everyone ignored her.
“Me?” The yellow-haired woman looked taken aback at being suddenly addressed. “I am Princess Oliviana, daughter of the king.”
“Never heard of you.”
“I never heard the king had a daughter.” I shrugged.
“W-w-well, he did!” She insisted, her fists on her hips.
“How am I supposed to believe that? Frankly, you seem pretty suspicious to me.”
“S-s-s-suspicious?” her face turned red, and she looked over at Carmine, who simply raised an eyebrow. “H-how can I be suspicious?”
“First off, you don’t act like a princess at all. You’re in armor, and you don’t look nicely dressed at all.”
“Th-that… we’ve been riding hard for a week! And… I… it’s… for safety!” She responded, defending herself.
As we spoke, her guards seemed mostly just confused. Their princess was the one who led them though, so they were merely waiting for her orders.
“Safety? Perhaps I can believe such a thing, but would a princess… the princess of the king of this great nation, actually just bust into an inn and start pointing at people?”
My accusation caused her expression to turned shocked. “That’s… ah…”
“See my lady, right here… she hasn’t said a word, because this is the public, and her noble beauty shan’t be defiled by interacting with the common riffraff!”
There were a few mutters at that, especially from people who didn’t like being called riffraff, but I kept my face completely straight. Of course, I was taking full advantage of the Mimic ability. How could I not pick up a few tricks after masquerading as so many people in the Twilight Dungeon? I was confident in my ability to infiltrate.
“And here you are… having this conversation with me…” I snort.
“Ah! I-I’ve been defiled!” The Princess gasped.
“So,” I crossed my arms. “You can excuse me if I wonder, which woman here is truly worthy of being called a noble.”
She shook for a second, and then spun around. “Guards! Why have you let me defile myself!”
The guards look on in utter confusion, but the leader finally stepped forward. “S-sorry ma’am! It’s just… you always like being in charge. Your father kept saying that you should act more like a lady…”
“Geh!” These words seemed to be an even bigger blow than anything I had said.
“I-I must go change into something befitting a princess immediately!” She cried out.
“Y-yes, ma’am!” The men salute, and then the group of them all left the inn.
I let out a sigh. Thankfully, she was an idiot.