My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World

37 – Island’s Holiday (2)

Even if it’s a weekend, it’s been years since I’ve left Biryonggwan and walked the main road of the island so leisurely.

It’s not because I’m a homebody, but because I’ve been doing crazy things, and it’s actually close to home pension.

To be honest, I didn’t expect permission to go out so easily, so I was half dumbfounded.

“Wow….”

Of course, I had no intention of revealing it.

“Isn’t it so amazing?”

Priscilla was still placed in an environment where she could walk around the islands relatively freely.

Nevertheless, it was like walking the streets of Jedo for the first time.

When she realized that she was living in a hell where she was not even a cage, her taste was bitter.

“… Because I’m from the countryside.”

“Don’t worry too much about it. I am actually close to the beginning.”

When I said that, Priscilla looked at me with eyes asking what that meant.

Then, I pretended to play poker skillfully with Priscilla’s left hand, not holding her hand.

Then Priscilla squeezed the hand that was holding her with a look of boredom on her face.

“You say you don’t do it anymore?”

“Please don’t do this in the future.”

Thack!

Priscilla scolded me with an expression like a mother scolding a child.

He’s usually the guy who seems hesitant at every word I say, so it was really refreshing to see him respond like this.

She wanted to add a little gold to that laid-back expression.

“Follow me, here is a fun place.”

“Ah… yes!”

I took Priscilla to the area where unknown artists exhibited her works.

“Wow… Is it an art street?”

“Okay.”

Even artists, most of the guys sitting here are talking about themselves.

An artist who has already made a name for himself has at least a personal atelier.

If you are one of the greatest masters who have gone further, you will have a strong supporter, so you will even open a personal exhibition.

So unless you are an unknown artist, you wouldn’t put art pieces that are easily damaged in sunlight on the streets.

I wondered if it could be called an art street.

“You can check it now.”

This is a place I visited for a while during the time when going out was not yet controlled.

At that time, there was not a single piece of work that appealed to my aesthetic eye, so I considered this place to be just a garbage exhibition hall.

But now I don’t think so much.

Because I found out that there is a floor at the bottom too!

Kuhuh, hahahahaha!

“….”

Priscilla’s eyes narrowed as she met mine.

“What is it?”

“… Now I kind of know.”

Oops.

You’re not very good at art, but you’re quick-witted, witch.

hahahahaha!

… Right.

Unbeknownst to me, the corners of my mouth were twitching.

I need to reflect on this.

“Look. There is something interesting.”

Feeling embarrassed, I grabbed Priscilla’s hand a little roughly.

The place where she was taken was lined with statues of her made from her clay.

There was not a single object that stimulated my aesthetic sense, but anything that aroused my curiosity was in front of my eyes.

“Let’s go! I came to you today! Who will be the champion of Mudman Wrestling!”

In front of our eyes was a table about 50cm in width and height.

And on top of that was a human-shaped clay doll, and the two dolls were struggling to push each other away.

“Ah! We’ve won! Hey, this is an unexpected result!”

“Wow! I won!!!”

This….

“Looks interesting.”

As I said that and showed interest, I met eyes with the artist who was soliciting customers around me.

“Oh, oh oh….”

Her man, who had been talking about her until a moment ago, confused whether he was an artist or a merchant, had a blank expression as if she was speechless.

Magic Tool Perse can decorate the appearance to some extent, but if it is too different from the original version, you will not be able to hide the sense of incongruity.

So we were able to cover the most characteristic head and eyes a little bit.

Perhaps what surprised this artist is that we don’t look like commoners even when we wear commoners’ clothes.

“Can I make a doll over there?”

As I said that, I pointed to her corner, and her man finally came to her senses and nodded her head.

“Yes, yes! No, of course! The form is fixed, but you can change the appearance a little bit!”

Following her man-in-law’s guidance, we sat down to make mud men together.

“Ah, this is the structure.”

“Hmm.”

To put it simply, Mudman was a clay doll that everyone made at least once in elementary school art class.

However, in the process of making it, cheap mana stones are inserted along with the wire that becomes the skeleton to make it react to mana.

So, if you lightly inject the mana of the person who controls it, you can control the puppet to the extent that it moves forward.

It looks a little complicated, but simply put a magnet under the desk, and it can be seen as replacing the movement of the doll with mana by stirring the magnet around.

However, unlike magnets, it uses mana, so it seemed like a fairly delicate mana manipulation would be required.

“It is already made.”

Perhaps to save time.

The skeleton is ready, and it seems to be finished by attaching the desired parts to it.

However, it seemed that I could decorate the doll’s appearance a little in the process.

Maybe it was a little past noon, and the store was empty, so I think it’s okay to put in a bit of effort.

I decided to model Priscilla in the outfit of a commoner who sat across from me and grunted.

‘… I won’t be trampled on, Priscilla.’

This Mudman Wrestling genre is a game that anyone can enjoy, as long as they know how to handle a little mana.

But perhaps because of my unique constitution of dual attributes, my mana manipulation ability was not up to that of a commoner around the age of 10.

The fact that I was crooked and wandered for six years was largely influenced by this.

Even though he was working hard in many ways, he still couldn’t handle mana properly, so his match against Priscilla, who was called the equipment, was clear at a glance.

So, wouldn’t it be similar if at least this amount of tricks were used?

Will you mercilessly beat up a doll carved with my own face?

“Ah….”

As if she had noticed that I was sculpting herself, a small arc was drawn around Priscilla’s mouth.

Then he made an expression of determination, and started to look at me while holding the doll in his hand.

… Stop it, you witch.

Yes, don’t express this body with that desperate skill!

As if my earnest cry didn’t reach her, her guy started fiddling with her stretched doll with a rather serious expression.

I am afraid.

I’m really afraid of you, you witch… !

Still, it was surprisingly not a bad feeling.

A monster looking like that would be able to crush my face with all his might.

About 10 minutes passed like that.

“This should be enough.”

There is no such thing as a professional tool, and cheap materials were used to lower the unit price.

So maybe this is the limit.

Still, at this level, I felt like I could somehow look like Priscilla.

“….”

Wheek.

As soon as my gaze was on Priscilla, she slightly averted her gaze.

I was told that I put a lot of effort into it, but the result was terrible, so it seemed like I had no face.

“Is your theme a swamp mud monster?”

Priscilla looked at me with a teary expression, and then she smiled that cold expression.

“Yes, that’s right, Max.”

That look on my face whenever I express my admiration for the artistry of [Pressling], The masterpiece hanging at the entrance of Biryong-gwan.

“Now, it seems the players are finally ready!”

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As the artist (?) Started shouting and soliciting customers, people who had lunch and looked around flocked to the store.

At first, the number of people increased one by one, but when I came to my senses, a small crowd had formed before I knew it.

The crowd was burning with the topic of our physical appearance, not Mudman Wrestling.

Priscilla had a slight blush on her face, as if she was ashamed of it.

I don’t know why I’m so ashamed after hearing the obvious.

But this is an opportunity.

Priscilla strikes out while she is careless!

“Then from now on Mudman Wrestling… uh?”

I hurriedly sent Mudman forward before the Artist Nabber could announce the start.

When Priscilla was perplexed by the crowd’s reaction, she was there to give her a shot.

Don’t call it dirty, Priscilla.

My swordsmanship instructor, Sir Pedro, praised me, saying, ‘This desire to compete is a prerequisite for becoming a strong man.’

He gave me permission to throw sand in my opponent’s eyes without hesitation in order to win!

If you have any complaints, take them to Sir Pedro!

I moved Mudman with that in mind, but as expected, Mudman’s movements were quite stiff, probably because he used cheap and crude mana stones.

“Ah! It started. The first is the handsome gentleman on the right!”

… If it went as planned, it would have been to attack Priscilla’s Mud Man right away and get her the first place.

Damn it!

Priscilla watched my mud man approaching, and little by little she injected her mana and started moving the mud man.

Then she looked at me provocatively with a confident expression on her lips.

That expression reminded me of the days when he boasted about the taste of local cuisine.

Something cheeky.

Take it, witch!

Wheek!

A blow with all my strength, plus my surprise attack, pierced the air.

Smile.

With a sneer on her lips, Priscilla controlled my Mud Man and attacked my Mud Man Ver.

Took.

Puffed up.

Perhaps it was because of poor posture, even though it was a slight push attack, my Mudman fell unsightly backwards.

“Kuh… Sir, wake up!”

I called the Mud Man Sir, and glared at Priscilla with her eyes as if she were a tree.

“Did you have to go that far to feel refreshed? This cruel thing!”

What was so funny about Priscilla at my shouting, she started giggling and laughing with even her face dyed red.

Priscilla’s laughter spread like an epidemic, and her laughter was heard from all directions.

Who dare you laugh at, you cheeky ones!

‘Ah, I see.’

Is this how it felt?

Wake up, get up sir.

You are the pride of this empire!

As I cheered hard, recalling the buff wake-up call of the savage era in which I sighed and laughed in my previous life, my Mudman stood slowly with the pride of the empire on his back.

It was a wonderful sight, but when the people around me saw the condition of my doll, they started laughing even louder.

Anyway, it was because the material was clay, so durability crawled on the floor, and the back of the head, which had hit the floor, had changed like a steamed bun.

“Without a human head.”

Priscilla and other spectators started to burst into laughter again.

Take a close look, you guys who scoff at the weak.

Imperial pride!

……

…

Imperial pride was shattered in less than 10 seconds.

It was truly a witch-like treatment without blood or tears.

It’s a doll made with my own face, but what happened to her by sticking her fist into that face?!

“Here it is, here it is! There are plenty of seats!”

As the number of spectators increased, they saw it as an opportunity, and as an artist, they started touting customers even louder.

It’s a good time to fall in love, but Priscilla seems to want to stay a little longer, perhaps because she’s stuck with the words champion and prize, so I decided to stay here a little longer.

“Max.”

“Why are you doing this, you have no blood or tears.”

“If possible, I want to win with the doll Max made. Can’t we?”

As Priscilla went through several fights, she held out a half-shattered doll to me.

She had nothing to do but watch, so I decided to accept her offer.

“If this is the case… I’d like it to look like Max….”

Are you saying that a doll made with my face is better than a doll with my own face in case you get hit?

As a witch, she was truly ruthless.

I borrowed a mirror from an artist and put my reflection in it on a doll.

As soon as Priscilla received a doll that imitated my appearance, she mercilessly shot and suppressed the participants with her god-like control skills.

As a nobleman, he could have made concessions in moderation out of respect for his dignity, but it was cruelty with no support for a 10-year-old girl crying uncontrollably.

After walking down the bloody path of the king, he became a champion, and he also thriftily collected souvenirs given to him by the artist.

I think this guy will survive on his own even if thrown into the desert.

As expected, it was the vitality of a noble lady from a village.

“Why did you take that?”

Priscilla even brought a clay doll with my face on it, saying it was a souvenir.

I had to buy a box to put it in, and my hands were so full that it was difficult to walk.

“… Well?”

Priscilla sighed and, unlike her usual, took one step ahead of me.

Then she looked back at me with a playful smile on her face.

“Where next, Max?”

“Isn’t the sun still in mid-heaven? Let’s walk slowly and think about it.”

“Yes!”

I walked around the area with Priscilla, and when I arrived at a place that looked moderately less crowded, I put my things on the floor.

“Max?”

“Isn’t it inconvenient to have a lot of luggage? It’s okay, I’ll take care of it for you.”

A little while ago, there was someone who looked at me saying that they would move my luggage, so I’m sure they’ll take care of it to Biryonggwan.

You’re just on your way there.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Yes!”

When my hands were empty, this time Priscilla took hold of my hand.

When I stared at Priscilla like that, Priscilla hurried my steps with a smile brighter than the noonday sun.

Yes, when my father returns to the imperial castle, this leisurely time may be difficult for a while.

So, thinking that I should thoroughly enjoy it, I walked out again with Priscilla through the streets of the island.