Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 278

If it were you, would you rather be the one making the choice, or the one being chosen?

Left hand? Or right hand?

Lara clenched her fists tightly. "What kind of game rules are these? This isn't how the princess selection is supposed to be played."

Vivienne cast a sidelong glance at her. "Grandpa asked me to organize this, so naturally, I set the rules. Hurry up and choose. If you don't, I'm disqualifying you."

"You!"

Lara seethed with anger. Vivienne was armed with a megaphone; one word from her drowned out ten from Lara. Even if she had a valid point, she couldn't win this argument. Furious and frustrated, she lashed out at the girls standing next to her.

"What are you all staring at? Don't tell me you're actually falling for her nonsense! What's there to hesitate about? As girls, we're obviously supposed to be the princesses!"

Intimidated by Lara's influence, the girls around her reluctantly raised their right hands.

Bianca Whitmore needed no convincing. The moment Vivienne announced the rules, her left hand shot up. Knights got to slay dragons—how cool was that!

Mina Blackthorne couldn't stand seeing Vivienne steal the spotlight. "She's always been out of her mind," she scoffed.

Sophia Everhart smiled, shaking her head as she raised her left hand. "Sorry, Mina. I think we're going to have to disagree on this one. I actually love her rules."

Mina turned her head away and quietly raised her own left hand. "I was talking about her being a psycho, not the rules of the game."

Until tonight, Sienna had assumed the games of the Stormhollow elite were nothing more than tedious aristocratic pastimes. She hadn't expected such a thrilling twist. While the absolute power of being a princess was appealing, the freedom of a knight who could forge her own path called to her even more.

With almost zero hesitation, she threw her left hand in the air.

Aurelia stared down at her hands, completely torn on what to do.

Her heart screamed to raise her left, but she felt as if she was bound to raise her right.

The younger girls exchanged uncertain glances, paralyzed by indecision. Bianca winked at them. "Go left. There are so many of us girls, but there can only be one 'princess.' Choosing right just means we have to tear each other down. Knights don't have that problem. We can all pledge loyalty to the same princess, and we get the freedom to pick whoever we actually like."

Alaric tilted his head, his impassive gaze drifting over her smiling, radiant eyes. She had played the exact same feigned innocence with him back then.

Cyril stood quietly to the side. He flicked a subtle glance toward Alaric before casually looking away, betraying nothing.

The elderly woman pondered for a moment, lifting her chin slightly as her eyes took in the vibrant, youthful faces around her.

A specific memory must have surfaced, because she suddenly let out a soft chuckle. "I'm old now. I can barely keep up with how you young people think."

Vivienne didn't miss a beat. "Then how about you make an older, wiser decision?"

...This girl was as slippery as an eel!

Matriarch Cavanaugh nearly choked on her words. She cleared her throat, a newfound softness gleaming in her eyes, and slowly, deliberately raised her left hand. "All of you girls here are already princesses in your own right. Sometimes, experiencing life from a completely different perspective has its own distinct charm."

Profound yet simply stated, she had delivered her message clearly. As for who would use her words as a guiding light, that would depend entirely on their own destiny.