A not so fair fight

Yare Yare Dawa, I'm in a checkmate situation. Oh, how ironic; I'm the princess but can't move wherever I want to like the queen. Help is coming, but it will take a week; how can I survive without being caught?

I got nasty burns all over my body, can barely move, and both of my companions suck when it comes to combat. Dam, you have put me on a difficult road, Goddess. I'll give you that, ehehe, but I have something you don't.

Intelligence is important. Overall, I know what I'll do. In my previous life as an adult man, I once read a mangaka where the protagonist was put in a lose-lose situation. What did they do?

They chose to fight until the end, which is exactly what I won't do. Instead, I have another idea. What if I surrender myself? They're only looking for me, and I doubt they actually want to kill me.

Besides, my curse is too strong and has me pretty much incapacitated. The worst that can happen is that I'm killed again. Honestly, I'd rather not die, but hey, it was a good run.

Now that I think about it, I also received a skill back then, didn't I? I think it was named "Fenix." If I still have access to the cursed series, I might have access to the skill, although I have yet to learn what it does.

"Miss Anabel, I think. We can get away if you want to visit the Tempest Nation."

"Why didn't we head there to begin with?"

"Anabel, Tempest is a demi-human supremacist nation and has rough ties with our nation. They're better than the lord of this land, but not by a whole lot." Said David while patting my hair.

"Tsk. If it's better than here, then we should go. We have better luck taking our chances than staying here like sitting ducks."

Soon, we came up with a rough plan that involved me. I was to act like a sick daughter of Alexander while also using even cheaper clothes. I couldn't trust it would work 100%, but the guards surely would think a princess would never wear old rags.

Yeah, right. Maybe an actual princess wouldn't, but I was not real; I was a cheap fake princess. I didn't care if these two saw me wearing the most smelly cheap clothes they could get their hands on; oh geez, it stinks!

"You couldn't get anything more depressing?"

"It's what the folk wear."

Dam liar Alex, I was a poor girl in my second life and didn't wear such mediocre clothes! Was he sure he wasn't doing this because he simply wanted to see me as a homeless girl? Whatever, he is trustworthy, so I'll take his word.

David was the one that went on first. He was to buy me a cheap transport ticket and a fake ID sigil. In case I missed telling you, ID sigils were exactly like they sounded. It was markers that were given to you to ID yourself for everything.

Naturally, my sigil was recognizable from a mile away because I was a princess, so David had to go on the black market to buy me a forged fake. I had to hide my real one; otherwise, I would be caught in a heartbeat.

Meanwhile, Alexander went on to look for the Palladium since we were in the city my Dad had suggested. As for me? I had to cover my cursed marks with make-up and faith.

Chances were, the guards would be looking for burn marks on little girls, so I had to work on hiding them to the best of my abilities. I had a little progress until someone knocked on the door. Obviously, I thought it was either David or Alexander, so I opened it.

As soon as I opened the door and realized it wasn't either, I froze as the tall man before me smirked. I couldn't speak. My voice had vanished.

"Here you are, you little shit. We've been looking for you."

"Grab the bitch already. We don't have all day." Said a mean-looking lady behind the man. It was only after analyzing my options that I finally took action.

"I don't know what you do, but! Activate skill! Fenix!"

[Activated.]

[Failed to recover the last file; previous body way too dead to revive on. Skill failed.]

Oh, so that was what it did. Well, I tried. The buff guy knocked the wind out of me with a single punch right after. I was sent flying over the room until I crashed against the wall, probably breaking a few bones.

"Stupid brat. We about to be rich babe!"

I was caught off guard, so the punch disoriented me more than I had expected, but when I recovered, I came up with a quick way out. The man was naive; he thought I was out cold, but I was simply waiting.

As soon as he picked me up by my hair and was about to toss me to his cart, I swung myself as hard as I could toward his crotch. I did the dirty move on him and punched him in the nuts as hard as I could. He lasted little until he dropped me.

"Gaaahhhg! You bitch!"

"Say goodbye to your kids!"

Once he was twerking and twitching on the floor, I made sure to kick him a couple of times more right on the jewels until the woman came to try and stop me. I wasn't stupid, so I dropped to the floor when I noticed her movement and did another dirty move.

I grabbed some dirt from the floor and threw it at her eyes as she launched toward me again.

"Take that! Special Anabel move! Skill! Ovary killer!"

Then I also kicked her in the privates. Hey, it wasn't a fair fight, to begin with; it was two adults on a kid, and I wasn't about to give them a clean and fair fight. Fuck them! In fact, I hoped it hurt!