The Villain Is Obsessed With His Fake Wife

Priest Berto looked at the saint with sorrowful eyes.

 

“It’s a responsibility… That is such a sad thing to say.”

 

Yestella held Priest Berto’s hands and looked at John sadly.

 

“I hope Duke Blanchett will show mercy.”

 

“Is that your judgment as a saint?”

 

“Of course, I cannot force Duke Blanchett to forgive me. I can only ask.”

 

For an instant, the light in the room seemed to pour on Yestella. She, who asked John for mercy, was as perfect as a saint in the Bible. She was a sight that would have moved anyone who worshiped God to tears. Even priest Berto, who feared for his life, lost his sense of crisis and was impressed.

 

“That mouth-”

 

John’s cynicism shattered the saintly mood.

 

“-Don’t you know how to give a proper answer?”

 

John stared at Yestella with a frighteningly stiff face. The entire surroundings were weighed down by John’s energy. Estelle, who was next to John, also looked at him with a nervous face. Of course, Yestella’s reaction was even greater.

 

“It’s my fault.”

 

Yestella opened her eyes wide and looked as if she was about to cry, and her shoulders drooped pitifully.

 

“I’m sorry, Berto.”

 

“Saint?”

 

Berto swallowed saliva. Estelle looked at Yestella curiously.

 

‘Is this the end after just saying a few words?’

 

That priest seems to be Yestella’s closest associate to the point where he represents Yestella.

 

‘Usually, shouldn’t we try harder to save it?’

 

Even if John takes issue with this incident, there is a degree to it. If she is a saint or something, there must be a way to save her. Yestella let go of Priest Berto’s hand with difficulty.

 

“I guess I’m being lazy and ended up here. There’s nothing I can do right now.”

 

“Saint. Then I…”

 

“Duke Blanchett, my heart is ready.”

 

Despair flashed in Priest Berto’s eyes as he looked at yestella with her back to him.

 

“Punish Priest Berto as Duke Blanchett wishes, but…”

 

“Is that your decision?”

 

“… yes.”

 

She could hear other priests around her choking back tears. Priest Berto knelt down and bowed his head. John stood up gracefully and walked in front of Priest Berto.

 

“The saint tells me to do whatever I want. What do you think?”

 

“…As the saint said, all of this is my responsibility.”

 

Priest Berto closed his eyes and spoke solemnly.

 

“I will take responsibility with my life. I think Duke Blanchett will be satisfied with that.”

 

“What are you misunderstanding?”

 

John chuckled and pressed his foot against Priest Berto’s knee.

 

“Why should I dare to accept something like your life?”

 

“Keueuuuu-!”

 

Priest Berto stepped on his knee and his face distorted.

 

“You don’t seem to understand yet, so let me tell you something.”

 

John grabbed the back of Priest Berto’s head and made him look up at him.

 

“There is a new family motto I created after the Blanchett family was reinstated. Have you ever heard of it?”

 

John took out his dagger from his belt. The sharply forged dagger moved lightly in front of Priest Berto, as if mocking him. Priest Berto, who seemed prepared for his death, also seemed to be scared at the prospect of death. Priest Berto’s body trembled as if he was about to faint.

 

“[Even if spring comes, don’t forget winter.]”

 

The dagger was quickly swung towards Berto.

 

Sigh-

 

“Aaaah!”

 

Berto screamed. But his blood didn’t splatter. Berto’s brown hair, cut off by his dagger, floated slowly in the air.

 

“W-what is this…”

 

Berto quickly raised his hand and touched his face. There was light blood on his hands. But he didn’t die. The dagger only lightly cut Berto’s hair and cheek.

 

‘Lord, aren’t you dead?’

 

Berto looked up at John with surprised eyes.

 

‘It passed before my eyes…’

 

Duke Johan Blanchett was smiling elegantly while holding a dagger without a drop of blood on it. Berto was so frightened that he felt like he would faint just by looking at that face.

 

“Didn’t I tell you?”

 

“…”

 

“Your life has no value to me.”

 

John spoke lazily to Berto, who had begun to hiccup.

 

“Go back to the temple and tell it. Remember who you are dealing with.”

 

The story was that Berto himself should return to the temple and finalize the compensation to be sent to the Blanchett family.

 

“Oh, I understand.”

 

“Next time there will be no tongue to speak.”

 

Berto nodded his head with a thoughtful look on his face. John turned around and slowly walked towards Estelle. Other priests hurriedly approached Priest Berto.

 

“Are you okay, Priest Berto?”

 

“Well, I barely survived…”

 

Johan approached Estelle and asked her something kindly. Estelle smiled at that and nodded her head. There was a sweet atmosphere that contrasted with the scary atmosphere just before. Berto, catching his breath and clutching his brown hair, nodded his head.

 

‘Anyway, the rumor that it’s fake seems like a lie…’

 

At that moment, Saint Yestella caught Berto’s eyes. He thought she would come to Berto and comfort him, but Yestella was staring blankly at the Duke and Duchess Blanchett. John hugged Estelle and gestured toward the employees.

 

“Guide the guests to the front door.”

 

A clear order for the guests to leave. John’s eyes turned to the Odokani Zen Saint.

 

“I hope I never see the saint again from now on.”

 

“Duke Blanchett. In this case, I-”

 

“If you offend me one more time.”

 

John glared at Yestella with murderous eyes.

 

“I know how to kill even a saint.”

 

* * *

 

Originally, after this, a dinner was prepared for the saint and her group. However, because they had an accident and were kicked out, a vacuum was created. Meanwhile, she was planning to go see the trees for the first time in a long time.

 

John asked, worried about her.

 

“Can you go alone?”

 

“Didn’t the treatment go well? My ankle is really fine.”

 

She even felt a surge of vitality in her body.

 

‘It certainly has great divine power.’

 

She thought she could understand why so many priests cherished the saint like a treasure. But to call the saint to treat her ankle and restore her condition to this extent.

 

‘I’d rather get sick.’

 

She asked John, who didn’t want to leave her side.

 

“Isn’t there something else to do now?”

 

It was obvious that John would immediately send an official letter to the temple to prevent them from covering up today’s rudeness. John said, rubbing his temples.

 

“I can do it after I walk around the garden with you.”

 

“How safe is Duke Blanchett’s garden? John goes to do John’s work.”

 

John made his move only after hearing me say that we would meet again at dinner a little later.

 

‘These days, John has been trying me to avoid falling even more.’

 

She didn’t feel bad or anything, but it became more difficult to plan things without John knowing.

 

‘John must have more work than me.’

 

It made her wonder when on earth he was working. After confirming that she was alone, she talked to the trees.

 

“So, tree, do you like the fertilizer as you wanted?”

 

-You didn’t have to be so nice to me.

 

-That’s right, it would have been fine if we had been left as neglected as before.

 

“Lie! I kept paying attention as I came up.”

 

The trees looked around, pretending not to notice.

 

-Which tree guy noticed my baby like that?

 

-There is such a tiny tree! Shame on the tree!

 

-I don’t know what kind of tree he is, but if you turn yourself in now, we’ll be less dishonored…

 

“I know you were all talking together at the time, right?”

 

All the trees that were worried about her at the time were up and waiting.

 

-Well, I never thought you would even remember that…

 

“Well, it’s okay. It’s nothing to me.”

 

Honestly, she thought it was not enough to do more than what the trees did.

 

“I’ll take a look around that garden instead.”

 

-Garden? Want to use the power of a fairy?

 

“Yes. I plan to use it whenever I have time.”

 

It is said that the powers of fairies vary from fairy to fairy, so even the trees cannot tell. Currently, she was able to unconsciously use the power of a fairy.

 

‘They said it was the power to cause miracles.’

 

So the trees recommended using the garden.

 

‘Did you mean to show your love by taking care of the flowers?’

 

Actually, she didn’t know what the connection between caring feelings and the power of fairies was. But since the trees wouldn’t give useless advice, she thought it would be a good idea to practice consistently. If she found out what her fairy power was, she would be able to have her own weapon.

 

-Carefully touch the area near the bush.

 

Early summer roses were forming buds in the lush bushes.

 

“Like this?”

 

-Focus a little more!

 

She looked at the rose bud carefully, concentrating. A light green leaf pattern appeared on the back of her hand. At that time, she heard the priests’ angry voices coming from across the street.

 

“How dare you treat a saint like this! After all, the Blanchett family is a sinner who even ignores God!”

 

“That’s right, we need to report this to His Majesty and prevent Duke Blanchett from going any further.”

 

Was he back yet?

 

‘More than that, everyone’s attitude is very different from when I was with John.’

 

This was even the garden of the Blanchett family.

 

“Because not everyone can understand God’s will.”

 

Saint Yestella muttered in a sad voice.

 

“Everyone, please keep your Majesty’s visit a secret. You would probably be sad if you knew what I went through.”

 

“Saint. Even after going through such humiliation…”

 

“As expected, his attitude is very generous and different from that fake one.”

 

She popped her head out from between the bushes and saw them.

 

“Duke Blanchett is also a duke, but what on earth did that fake believe that made him look down on the saint so much?”

 

“What did the saint do so wrong? In fact, didn’t the saint come and heal a small wound that would have healed with just a few days of rest?”

 

“Honestly, I think Duke Blanchett treated the saint even more harshly because of that fake…”

 

That was a familiar story so she didn’t even think about it.

 

‘All the temples think the same.’

 

What was unusual was that Priest Berto remained still.

 

“Berto, haven’t you suffered the worst? Tell something.”

 

“Oh, I…”

 

“Let Priest Berto rest. He suffered through something he shouldn’t have to go through because of me…”

 

Another priest nearby complained.

 

“What do you mean? It is not something for the saint to blame herself for.”

 

“Not only did he dare to ask the saint to come, the problem is the fakery that the duke manipulated into making such moves! Even receiving God’s punishment is not enough…”

 

She listened carefully to each and every gossip of the priests.

 

‘That’s what you were thinking?’

 

A little while later, she met John at a dinner party.

 

‘I need to remember everything and then tell you.’

 

At that time, the sound of an animal roaring loudly was heard.

 

Kwaang-!

 

The priests were greatly surprised by the sudden sound. Some even fell backwards. The priests looked at the monster in fear.

 

“Ugh! Um, what on earth is that evil monster…”

 

It was the black leopard beast she saw in the Duchy.

 

‘Ah, you’ve arrived.’

 

Erich approached them, dragging his black leopard beast.

 

“Guests, why are you here and not leaving the mansion yet?”

 

“Well, the saint said her leg was hurting for a while…”

 

While answering, the priest kept glancing at the black leopard beast. The black leopard beast growled as if it was about to chew up the fuse.

 

“Rather than that, aren’t you going to get rid of that evil monster right away? Up, dangerously-!”

 

“This is Duke Blanchett’s residence. There is no reason for me to listen to what customers say.”

 

“Isn’t it dangerous!”

 

The black leopard beast opened its mouth and revealed its sharp teeth.

 

“Calm down, everyone.”

 

Yestella swallowed her saliva and stepped in front of the priest.

 

“It will be safe as it is raised by the Duke.”

 

Yestella slowly approached the black leopard beast.

 

“Hello, nice to meet you. I…”

 

“Kwak!”

 

The black leopard beast barked loudly as if it was annoyed by Yestella’s words.

 

“Aaaah!”

 

Yestella sat down cutely, closing her eyes tightly. Fortunately, Erich stopped the black panther beast with his leash before it attacked.

 

“Once you leave the mansion, you won’t have to go through anything more.”

 

Yestella straightened her disheveled blonde hair and veil and looked up at Erich neatly.

 

“But as she is a saint, we cannot just accept her help and move on.”

 

Yestella stood up, carefully unfolding the hem of her skirt, and smiled gently at Erich.

 

“Is there anything you need my help with?”

 

“I think it would be of great help if you could leave right away.”

 

Erich said harshly. She was amazed to see Erich like that.

 

‘He really…’

 

Not only him, but she was equally cheesy.

 

“But somehow you seem to be saying that you need my help.”

 

Yestella held Erich’s hand. Her white divine power seeped under her Erich’s gloves. Erich flinched and pulled his hand away.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“I’m sorry. As a saint, I can sense other people’s pain.”

 

“What kind of nonsense is that…”

 

Erich got away from Yestella and took off his gloves in frustration. Erich’s blue-grey eyes wavered.

 

“The burn scars, all…”

 

She guessed there must have been a burn scar down there.

 

‘The family Betty was talking about was Erich.’

 

Even though she said it was her brother, she wondered if it was really Erich.

 

‘She was right, Erich.’

 

Somehow, she felt like she understood Erich’s hostility toward her. Erich looked at Yestella blankly after seeing that the scar on his other hand was also gone. Yestella smiled gently as she looked at Erich.

 

“But would my repayment have been helpful?”

 

“…The saint is certainly generous.”

 

“I got help too.”

 

“Do I look like I am touched by the saint? As someone with a different mental world, your eyes are also strange.”

 

Erich took out a sharp sword from his arms. Then he picked the back of his hand and hurt it.

 

Sigh!

 

Blood began to flow down his hands, where new flesh had sprouted.

 

“Why, why on the back of your hand…”

 

“Of course it’s because of the saint.”

 

Erich looked at Yestella and cut the other hand.

 

“Shouldn’t you have only treated the saint’s mischievous behavior to the clinging believers? Not someone like me who doesn’t need it.”

 

As she looked at that scene, she remembered what Betty had said to her.

 

‘Erich, he has a dirty personality by nature. I’m not saying this because he’s my older brother. Really… It’s very cheap.’

 

What Betty said was very accurate.

 

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