Book 5: Chapter 197: Farce
Lucy felt utterly humiliated. It was as if the world champion, looking down on her—the best marble player in the village—with disdain, said, “Let’s play marbles. I can beat you with my eyes closed.”
Even though Lucy knew the world champion was ten thousand times better than her and that she would gain nothing from winning, she still felt humiliated, saddened, and enraged. After all, the most sacred and inviolable thing within her heart had just been attacked with utter contempt.
She prided herself on her ability to change her appearance, and no one had seen through it for the past twenty years.
Using her ultimate skill, she had clawed her way out of the filthy, muddy alley filled with insults, screams, and the stench of drunken vomit. Leaving behind her weeping prostitute mother, she persevered relentlessly until she achieved her current glory.
So, when Princess Estelle appeared with a different face before her, it was a profound insult that pierced Lucy’s soul.
“I will expose your true face and make you apologize!” Lucy declared, clenching her teeth so hard that she nearly shattered them.
“Huuuuuh?!” Erica was bewildered; she hadn’t even done anything to warrant Lucy’s anger.
Before Erica could utter a word, Lucy rushed forward, seemingly already forgotten Princess Estelle’s royal status and her formidable strength.
She reached out, caressing Erica’s cheek while saying, “How remarkable, Princess Estelle. Your mastery of transfiguration is nearly flawless. But did you know? There’s usually a crease behind the ear—a telltale sign that the magic hasn’t fully fused the two faces. It’s a detail that’s often overlooked.”