People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 183

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“Oh~ I see.”

Still wearing a beautiful smile, Freyrie brought her hands together neatly—only to immediately clench them into fists. Her expression was that of a saintly, infinitely benevolent maiden, yet behind that gentle visage the unspoken message was crystal clear: *Are you really so desperate to die?*

‘This is quite entertaining to watch.’

Freyrie was displaying three or four times the anger I should have felt in this situation, which calmed my initial irritation. That didn’t mean I suddenly felt cheerful, though. Beris was clearly in the wrong, so once Freyrie finished scolding him and venting her fury, I intended to step in myself.

After all, there’s a saying that the protagonist always makes their entrance last—and as Crown Princess, it was only right that I deliver the final word.

“Yes, I’ve heard quite clearly about Young Master Fleur’s unavoidable circumstances.”

Meanwhile, Freyrie—who was still reprimanding him—subtly prepared to flick him on the forehead. Since he was the heir of a noble house and tangled in complicated inter-family matters, she apparently planned only to deliver one sharp, satisfying rap to wrap things up neatly.

But if that “sharp and satisfying” strike went too far and left a bruise, that would be problematic.

Granted, Marquess Fleur was sensible; if Beris was truly at fault, she’d likely apologize—but she might also protest firmly and formally regarding Freyrie’s use of physical discipline.

Moreover, various nobles supporting both houses might start whispering among themselves and seize this as a pretext to ignite larger conflicts.

‘Hmm… I’d better step in at the right moment.’

Indeed, I should be the one to strike him. The reason was simple.

It was partly for Freyrie’s reputation—and partly because if *I* did it, no one could object.

Above all, ever since my days as a knight in my previous life during the Late Emperor’s reign, I’d learned through harsh experience exactly how to make a blow look severe while minimizing actual pain.

I couldn’t exactly explain where I’d learned such techniques—it wasn’t exactly a fond memory—so I resolved to employ a method that *appeared* devastating to Freyrie’s eyes but would cause Beris remarkably little real suffering.

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