#613 The Girl Who Embodies Heel Best

“Truth be told, my original plan was for me to be the heel.”

Princess Letasreit fiddles with the mask she has taken off with her hand.

“I mean, I’m already used to having haters...”

“Cheer up, princess! Cheer up!”

“I thought it would be a great success as an event if I went around the country prior to the main event, promoting my face and name, and then getting beaten by a star player after building up some hate...!”

But it didn't turn out that way.

Somehow, as a result of her tour, the masked princess came back as a popular figure!

That was proven more than anything by the loud cheers at the ceremony.

“I don’t understand how things escalated to that...! Maybe the bean promotion I consequently did along my wrestling tour has earned me some extra black bean brownie points? Beans are the best, after all...!”

Why is this princess so devoted to beans?

“The original plan was that I, as the heel and the big boss, would wait for you as the champion. And then, either Pink Tonton or you, who have won battle after battle, will beat me, and everyone in the hall will be happy! ...But as you can see, my calculations were way off."

“Now the guests have come to see the princess...rather, the masked Miss Bean Crush’s great performance. If she loses, she’ll be booed to the ground,” hopelessly mumbles Pink Tonton. “That’s why changes need to be made to the script and have the heel challenge the princess.”

“Are you perhaps trying to say...”

“Indeed. I’ll be the heel!” declares Pink Tonton.

No way! She’s supposed to be the representative of the organization!

“I used to be a mercenary, fighting demons for years. So I think the potential hate is deep. If we stimulate that, I will make a proper heel!”

“No! You have to lead the organization as the representative. We can't have you playing the dirty role!”

“No, forcing you to play heel with your radiant star factor was a mistake! I’ll take responsibility for it instead!”

“No, I will!”

“No, I will!”

“Still, I will!"

Princess Letasreit and Pink Tonton insist on playing the heel.

The sacrifice of taking the blame is tragically heroic, but...

I couldn’t help but feel pressured by this course of events.

Because, you know, if they both keep saying “I will” and I don't, it makes me look like the real bad person, doesn't it?

If I gave in to the pressure and timidly volunteered myself, I bet they would willingly let me shoulder the role! 

I know how this stuff goes!

I don't like variety! Wait, crap. I went last, so I'm left with the worst position!

I don't want to be a heel! I'm a heroine!

I'm supposed to be admired all the time!

But to make me a heel... I can't defy this situation that exerts such intense peer pressure. 

“Fine! I’ll do it!”

Now that it's come to this, the least I can do is insist with all my might!

Come on! Let me hear that ‘please, go ahead’!

“WE CAN’T LET YOU DO THAT.”

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!”

They really missed the punchline!

I thought it was a no-fail joke, but such an unexpected turn of events is possible in a different world, huh!

“No, Momoko. We can't let you play heel.”

“We were all instantly inspired as soon as we saw you. We knew you’d eventually make your way up the star ranking.”  

Seriously?!

“You’re good friends with Selena from the demon race and formed a tag team with her. Because of that, you bear the symbol of 'harmony between humans and demons' that we should aim for.”

“Besides, you’re strong and good-looking. We can't recklessly let such a great talent take a villain role!”

O-Oh, they’re actually thinking about this seriously...?

By the way, that good friend of mine, Selena, is in the other room with Horkosfon, discussing natto.

“But aren't heels still essential for a successful event?”

“That’s the problem. I guess I'll have to pull the chestnuts out of the fire myself...!”

Just as the conversation was about to go in an endless loop...

“The only way out of this situation is to use my trump card,” mutters Princess Letasreit to herself. “You never know when opening a box leads to an encounter...!”

* * *

A few minutes later...

There was a box in the ring.

What’s that box?

It’s a sturdy-looking box made of wood, with a volume that could easily fit a person all curled up.

The size and aspect of the box give me the impression of...

A treasure chest!

The audience, thinking that the finals were about to begin, were puzzled when they were suddenly presented with the treasure chest.

Was this a trick by Princess Letasreit, who turned out to be the masked Bean Crush?

What’s inside that treasure box?

...There’s something inside it, right?

That's the trick, right?!

“IT’S OPENINGGGGGGGG!”

Creaaaaaaaaaak...goes the treasure chest as it opens. 

And... out comes a person!

A woman!

A young and beautiful woman!

What is this setup???

“...Yuck, who the hell stuffed rotten beans in my box? It stank in there! I almost vomited! It was trash, I tell you!”

What vulgar first words.

As we watch backstage, Princess Letasreit is struggling to restrain someone.

“Holly, wait! I understand you’re angry because your natto got insulted, but it's someone else's job to kill her! If you fly out there, the script will change, so please calm down!!!”

Isn’t that the angel we fought in the second round that Princess Letasreit is persuading? 

Her eyes are bloodshot like an assassin’s!

It’s like, she’s furious about something!

And in the ring, the woman from the box still acts as she pleases!

“Huuuh? There are so many people at this place where I just woke up, aren't there? You swarm in groups like pests.”

Snap.

An irritating feeling wells up from the audience ever so slightly.

“It’s convenient for me, so let me tell you this. I am Pandora, the most beautiful and invincible woman in this world. The gods have given me countless blessings. I am nothing like you lowly mortals."

Snapsnapsnap.

More feelings of irritation rise from the audience.

“I am the rightful ruler of this world, and you are the insects who deserve to be my slaves. I will grant you the joy of serving me, and you will obey me without hesitation. I am the best! You are the worst! That is absolute providence!”

Snapsnapsnapsnapsnap!!!

The audience’s frustration reached its peak as Pandora spouted word after word.

“Now, Momoko! Go in the ring!!!” says Princess Letasreit, locking the angel in a full Nelson. “You can feel the tension in the air, right? This is the critical point! If you attack her now, the audience will be overjoyed. On the contrary, if you let this chance go, we’ll suffer irrevocable damage! Go!!!”

"Um...can I really do this?”

“Of course you can, star player! Get a hold of yourself!”

I can’t let Princess Letasreit’s concern go to waste!

I dash all the way from backstage, run down the aisle, jump in the ring, and kick Pandora in the back of the head!

"Gah!”

A beautifully executed dropkick! 

The crowd erupts in thunderous applause!

Princess Letasreit was right on the money!

But this Pandora...

She had the entire audience's hate focused on her and dominated the atmosphere in less than a minute after coming out of that box.

She embodies the qualities of a heel!

It's as if she was born as one!