Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 5: Chapter 5 - My luck officially run out

Thalia's POV

Leaving that chamber, a sense of happiness surged within me, yet an inexplicable uneasiness gnawed at me. I couldn't quite pinpoint the reason behind it, but my intuition had rarely led me astray.

This time, however, it urged me to reconsider; breaking off this engagement might just become my greatest mistake.

Yes, I decided, I'll continue to play the part of his fiancée for a while longer.

And if it becomes necessary, I can always find a way to extricate myself from this situation. With that resolve in my heart, I turned around and re-entered the room.

There he was, sitting on the floor with his legs half-folded due to his bulk. Despite his body's limitations, he looked rather endearing as he supported his body with a wall and as like a teddy bear attempting to clasp its hands together, hampered by its plush form.

In that moment, he truly resembled a teddy bear.

"How adorable,"

I couldn't help but voice my thoughts yet again.

It seemed like my tendency to speak my mind without restraint was making a habit of itself.

"Lady Thalia, why have you returned?"

He inquired, his expression reflecting surprise. Observing the shock on his face was immensely satisfying.

I mused that staying here a while longer to witness such amusing reactions might not be a bad idea.

"Forgive me, Young Master Zeph," I began, offering a rather obvious excuse, "I find it difficult to break off this engagement purely for the sake of convenience. I value people's character over their appearance."

As I spoke, I expected his face to contort with irritation or frustration, but instead, he maintained an expressionless demeanor.

A momentary shiver ran down my spine at the intensity emanating from his serious expression.

However, his imposing presence was oddly offset by his bulky frame, almost resembling a teddy bear.

The contrast between his serious gaze and teddy-like appearance held a strangely captivating charm.

Zeph POV

Krieekkk~

The door opening interrupted my attempt at cultivating my mana. I was struggling to sit in a Quarter Lotus position, needing the support of a wall due to my bulk.

As I saw her enter and gaze at me for a moment before uttering those words, "How adorable," it all made sense.

This idiot thought of me as some sort of teddy bear. The humiliation of it all was not lost on me, and I could feel my emotions getting the better of me.

I lost my temper and asked her, "Lady Thalia, why have you returned?"

Of course, I knew why she had returned. It was undoubtedly her intuition at work.

Yes, she was a psychic, and not a weak one at that. Her power was intuition, and while it might sound unimpressive, it was far from it.

After awakening on her 18th birthday, sometime from this fat pig's demise, she could accurately predict the future with a 98% success rate, anticipate opponents' movements, and much more.

It was undeniably overpowered, but then again, she was the heroine, and heroines needed something special, especially when they lacked things like Dragon's bloodlines or blessings from Light Angels, like other heroines often did. But enough about that; back to business.

As she began her explanation with, "I find it difficult to break off this engagement purely for the sake of convenience...blah...blah..."

I realized that I was utterly and completely screwed.

My face seemed to have lost its soul as I stared at her, thinking that my luck had officially run out.