Chapter 330: Speaking Like a Human Girl from Earth, Are you a Reincarnator?

I smiled up at the large beauty sitting across from me on the broken stone platform, feeling a warmth in my chest, then said: "It fits you very well, Violette. The name suits you perfectly."

And her face cracked open like an eggshell under pressure, revealing the shy and blushing and flustered mess hiding beneath the surface.

She was adorable when she was like this, and I could not help but feel a little fond of her.

"Y-Y-You are just saying that because my human form is somewhat sexy and attractive to your mortal eyes!"

Now she was covering her large bare breasts with her arms, pressing them against her chest in a gesture of modesty that seemed almost comical.

Being that, earlier, she had the willingness to sit bare-chested without any apparent embarrassment.

She continued: "My original form, the true shape of my being, is that of a terrifying and ugly serpent, a monster that most people would run from in fear and disgust, and you even fought me! You saw what I truly look like and you attacked me!"

"Wai— Hey, hold on just a moment, it was you who attacked me first without any warning," I snapped back at her, unwilling to let her rewrite the sequence of events in her own favor, "and who said I don’t think you look cool in your original form? When I saw your image for the first time, I knew immediately that I just had to talk to you and learn more about you. Your serpent form is really cool. And your human form is crazy cute. Both forms have their own unique appeal and their own distinct beauty."

Haha, she was now very red in the face, her entire complexion flushed with a deep and spreading blush.

It reached from her cheeks down to her neck and across her collarbone.

Her mouth opened slightly in surprise and her eyes trembled with barely contained emotion, as if she were on the verge of tears.

Wait... This girl has never been complimented before, has she?

Maybe not by an opposite gender?

She is giving far too many easy reactions, and far too much vulnerability for someone of her age and power.

A single kind word about her appearance and she is melting like snow in the sun.

I bet she would get into serious trouble, due to this kind of naivety and lack of social experience, if she ever decided to venture out into human lands and interact with ordinary people... who might not have her best interests at heart.

She was too trusting and responsive, too easily flustered by normal praise.

"Hmph. I suppose I do radiate some kind of authority and dignity that draws people toward me, whether I want their attention or not," she swung her head to the side in a theatrical gesture of disdain.

She was trying to regain her composure, though she was still stealing glances at me from the corner of her eye every few seconds, clearly unable to stop herself from looking at my face and gauging my reactions.

"B-But I want you to know that I am not some easy chick! I’m not a loose woman who will fall into your arms at the first sign of affection. We, you know, have to go on some proper dates first, in appropriate locations, with appropriate chaperones.

"A-A-And I will have you pay a formal visit to Lazarus and Sakura to receive their blessings, before we even start talking about the wedding or making any concrete plans for our future together! Y... You should rejoice... for I am still untouched by any man, pure and waiting for the right partner to come along."

Oh, god.

She was running faster than her own shadow, sprinting ahead into a future that I hadn’t even hinted at wanting.

A runaway train with no brakes!

How do I respond now, in this delicate moment, without making her feel stupid and rejected, or embarrassed about her enthusiastic assumptions?

If I said something direct like "you’re moving too fast, I think we should take this slow and get to know each other first," her sensitivity and her obvious emotional vulnerability might get bruised by the implied rejection.

...And she might retreat back into her shell or become hostile. Or simply shut down entirely.

So I decided to go with the more neutral and diplomatic approach, the one that acknowledged her enthusiasm without encouraging it too strongly.

"Ahaha, you almost seemed like you’ve simulated this entire scenario in your mind before, rehearsed it and imagined it happening exactly this way. You’re really an amazing person, so... ANYONE... would be fortunate to marry you and share their life with you, you know."

It did not work.

She did not get my subtle message at all. The gentle redirection flew right over her head without leaving a trace.

"Right?! I’m a hot and sexy chick, despite my shut-in lifestyle and my complete lack of social skills, is that what you are telling me?!" She beamed immediately.

Her face lit up with joy and validation, acting all highschool girl on me, as if we were teenagers gossiping about crushes rather than discussing the possibility of marriage after knowing each other for less than an hour.

She continued, flustered and fidgety; "Fine! Since you had to travel such a vast and dangerous distance from your homeland just to come here and propose to me, I shall honor your request and accept your proposal, at least. So? When is the wedding to be held? I need some time to prepare my wedding dress and my guest list!"

Runaway female train, incoming!!

"Uhm... Violette," I started softly, choosing my words with care, "is it just me, or are you... from another world? A different world from this one, I mean. One called Earth, perhaps?"

"...!"

The moment I asked that question and the words left my mouth, she visibly twitched as if I had struck her with a physical blow.

Her entire body went rigid, and she looked at me with wide eyes, staring as if I had just divined her deepest secret and her most hidden truth with perfect accuracy.

"H... How did you know that?" She whispered, her voice barely audible, her earlier bravado and confidence completely vanished in the face of this unexpected revelation.

I know because I am a prophet!