The Mermaid Princess Who Won’t Cry のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

The agony of my flesh cracking and peeling away under the scorching sun was still fresh in my mind.I opened my eyes.Zyphira Torvalith was standing beside me and holding my hand on the altar dais.Below us, a vast crowd of merfolk elders and subjects stood before the altar. “Honored elders, Mirelle may have been born without tear ducts and may be unable to produce pearls, but she’s still the queen’s own flesh and blood.”Zyphira raised her voice. “I may be an outsider, a sea serpent by birth, but our mother has shown me great kindness. Today, as I’m crowned Holy Maiden, I offer to wear the Pearl of the Sea God in Mirelle’s place. “I’ll weep for her and shoulder the burden of providing for our people!”The elders immediately voiced their approval. “How selfless of you, Holy Maiden Zyphira! That useless princess enjoys all the privileges of her birth and gives nothing in return. She can’t squeeze out so much as a tear. How is she supposed to provide for our people?”“If He

Althirion saw it coming.He could easily have knocked the creature aside with his sword. Instead, he turned away to shield Zyphira from the churning water.The monster’s claws tore into my shoulder.The sound of flesh tearing was especially loud underwater.I let out a muffled groan and staggered back, clutching my shoulder.The guards behind me hacked the swordfish creature to death.The fighting ended.Blysar stormed up to me and slapped me.My ears rang from the blow.“You’re nothing but a liability! The smell of your blood nearly brought high-tier sea monsters down on us! Are you trying to get us all killed?”Zyphira poked her head out of the Warding Dome.She tore off a strip of filthy cloth and tossed it at my feet.“Blysar, don’t be angry. She didn’t want this to happen. Mirelle, dress your wound.”She did not even bother to hide her disgust.I bent down, picked up the rag, and pressed it against my injured shoulder.No one noticed as I dipped my fingertips in my

The pearl rolled across the sand.“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t do it?” I asked.Althirion stepped forward and brought his foot down hard on the pearl.“The proof is right in front of us! You stole the pearl and tried to burn her alive! You’re rotten to the core!”Haelthar stepped forward and wrenched my arms behind my back to force me down.“Why are we wasting our breath on this wretched girl? Drag her back to the palace and let Mother deal with her!”I did not resist as they shoved me along and dragged me back to the ocean floor.As we entered the city, merfolk lined the streets, pointing and muttering.The sight of Zyphira’s injuries had them shouting abuse at me.Rotten sea greens and clumps of mud struck my head. I ignored them.The palace was brightly lit.Mother reclined on a coral couch. She was clutching her chest and coughing violently.Her life was hanging by a thread.Althirion hurried forward with Zyphira in his arms.“Mother, that vicious girl bli

The sea anemone’s venom spread rapidly from Althirion’s wounded shoulder.The wound darkened to a blackish purple.Althirion fell to the floor and dropped his sword beside him. “Althirion!” Ceruleth drove the anemone back with his sword and moved to shield his brother.Althirion’s face contorted with pain.He looked back at Zyphira with desperate hope.“Zyphira, you’re our Holy Maiden! Save me! Use your cleansing light to draw out the poisoned blood!”Zyphira groped blindly across the floor.Two monstrous crocodiles crawled toward them, their jaws gaping.Zyphira heard them coming and trembled with fear.Her hand found Althirion’s calf. She gripped it hard and hauled herself upright.Then she lashed her tail against his back with all her strength.The blow sent Althirion skidding several yards across the floor, straight into the creatures’ reach.One of the crocodiles clamped its jaws around his thigh.Guided by her serpent instincts, Zyphira slithered frantically toward

“Mirelle, I’m sorry! Please spare me!”She sobbed uncontrollably, all traces of her former poise gone.“Remember when we were children? You were hungry, and I gave you a piece of candied seaweed. Please spare me for that.”I ignored her.With a turn of my wrist, I shaped the quicksilver poison into blades.They sliced through her clothes and stripped away the serpent scales she had always taken such pride in.Zyphira writhed in agony.I found the silver box of parasitic sea serpent eggs among the rubble.I went to her and pressed my foot against her lower jaw to force her mouth open.“You love making pearls, don’t you? Then taste your own.”I grabbed a handful of eggs and forced them into her mouth.“Swallow.”She fought to spit them out.I pressed harder. Her jaw cracked beneath my foot.She swallowed the eggs in a gasp of pain.Soon, something began writhing beneath the skin of her belly.The venomous serpents hatched inside her and began eating their way through her