CH 211

“How did it end in thirty seconds?” Tania mumbled, looking at the men splayed about the ground. She thought they’d put up a bit of a fight considering their size, but they tumbled like rotten reeds with a single blow of her fists.

Dusting herself off, she rummaged through the pockets of the man who’d taken her money. Finding the bills she’d handed over moments before, she stood up and said, “Next time I see… I mean, I’m reporting all of you to the Tourism Association. So, consider yourselves dead if you try to run.”

The list of victims that had suffered at their hands probably wasn’t short. There was probably a lot to interrogate out of them. Patting her hands, she turned to leave, when one of the men staggered to his feet.

“You little girl! You ain’t getting away with this!” Screaming, the man rushed at Tania with a small knife in his hand.

Of course, Tania merely watched him come at her with a face that read “that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all year.” She clenched and pulled back her fist, intent on sending him flying with one hit.

Smack! Huh? How odd. Her fist was still pulled back, so why was that man already flying in the sky? She soon realized it was because of the person who’d suddenly appeared between her and the knife-wielding thug. Though she was grateful for the help, she thought it was still best to warn the person to leave since it was dangerous. However, she froze in her steps when she neared the man who’d come to her aide.

‘Good heavens…’ It was like bells were tolling in her head. She couldn’t tell up from down as her world spun around her. The man who had helped her was truly the spitting image of her ideal type. He had a tall, sculpted body that was firm yet by no means thick, and a perfect face that could very well pass off as a sculpture. He had a princely set of blonde hair and golden eyes, and… ‘Those are the clothes that came out in last month’s magazine… The outfit that’s supposedly impossible for a man of this world to pull off!’

The clothes depicted on the magazine’s pages were practically an old straw mat that no one in their sane minds would ever wear. At least, that’s how the magazine had described it: if a man looks good in this outfit, then you know he’s ‘really’ handsome.

Even the men modeling the outfit in the magazine hadn’t managed to look handsome, yet the ugliness of the clothes didn’t even register in Tania’s eyes when she faced the man in front of her. No, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t that she didn’t notice them, it’s just that it didn’t even matter. What was the use of clothes when his face was the pinnacle of fashion itself? Her honest thoughts were that he’d look even better without them.

Tania approached the man in a trance. ‘His looks don’t lose out to His Majesty or Richard!’ She was pulling up the images of all the handsome men that she knew in her mind and comparing this man against them. He was probably the first man she’d ever encountered who didn’t pale in comparison. Tania could tell—he was the one. She would make this man her boyfriend no matter what.

“There you are! Will you please wait!” A woman cried out, suddenly appearing at the end of the alley.

The princely man glanced over at the woman marching towards him with a tired expression. When she stood before him, she demanded, “I told you let’s date if you don’t have a girlfriend! I’ll be good to you!”

‘What’s this?’ While Tania was still trying to grasp the situation, the handsome man suddenly grabbed Tania by the shoulder and retorted, “I do have a girlfriend! Her!”

“E-excuse me?” Tania stuttered in surprise. What the heck was this about?