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In the mundane fields of a far away kingdom, our heroes; Jessica, Hero, Yangus and Angelo; continued to pave their way into history, picking off even the strongest monsters as they went.
Golems, kingslimes and monsters that would give you nightmares were all felled by Hero and the rest of his brave party.
They were legends, the best fighters in the land.
But, a certain mage named Jessica found her way blocked by a foe far more fearsome then smiley slimes and great dragons. Far more frightening than even the most infamous wizards.
This terrible being went by a name that many girls across the world knew well, and that name was Angelo.
Yes, that may sound ridiculous but I assure you it wasn't. He wasn't a bad person like most villians, but Jessica hated him. He wasn't trying to physically harm her but he was doing his very best to hit her at all angles and grind down her defense. The only advantage he had over an Oh-So-Powerful mage like herself was that he didn't need physical strength as this wasn't a physical battle. No, this was some what of a romantic battle.
Hey, so what? Every girl in the land seemed to fall for his charms. So what if she was human?!
And besides, it wasn't as though it was an actual love. It was a bit more of an acceptance that he was a perfectly intelligent, tragically handsome, kind of relatable, unfortunately seductive, could be perfect if he got his act together, well versed with words, sly in a good but very bad way, classy yet classless enough for royalty, totally unusual, well built and very talented fighter and- Oh dear, have I said to much?
Dang it! She definitely felt something for him but I assure you, it wasn't love. She refused to call it that.
Of course she knew better. Of course she knew he was a liar and a thief of a woman's innocence. She just assumed that the blush on her face and her pounding heart were every girl's reactions to his baffling flirting. It was a passing passion like a sickness and it would disappear soon as though it was never there. It was in his nature to never truly love any girl and she saw that but it was not the flirting or his shockingly beautiful face that interested her.
He was, in a way, pathetic. Beneath his diamond exterior, a skeleton of a bored, lonely and confused child lay within. Being a lady killer was sometimes sign of being brought up never knowing true legitimate love. He was shiny yet sloppy, a slug in the clothing of the wolf in the sheep's clothing. I guess you could say he was kind of attractive, being the sloppy ragdoll that he was but you could say that it was because of that attraction that such a thing between them would never happen. Every shallow girl he came across fell right at his feet and encouraged his disgusting behavior. Though he was at fault, in a way he was the victim. The victim of poor guidance, that is.
Over all, her plan was to tame his Oh-So-Darn-Dashing self by not giving in at all. No matter how much he flirted, no matter how much she enjoyed his company, no matter how much his "Angel Eyes" trick came like a shock to the system, no matter how much his smile made her long for him to change his ways, no matter how much he drove her up the wall and no matter how much she wanted to choke him to death with her wip, she would be strong.
Wait! Plans?! Who was hounding who here,exactly?