The Villain Is Obsessed With His Fake Wife

The saint’s blue eyes shone brightly.

 

“If I become friends with everyone, I can give everyone the gift of happiness.”

 

Her story about John disappeared between the words ‘everyone’ she uttered.

 

‘As if there were no dark intentions whatsoever.’

 

If she showed even the slightest hint of hurt feelings, she would become a sensitive woman obsessed with her husband. The priest next to the saint intervened.

 

“Since you have the status of a saint, I would like to ask you to eat the same meal as Duchess Blanchett.”

 

The employees, including Betty, froze awkwardly. Just as she was about to leave, Patricia answered with an expressionless face.

 

“Don’t worry. The Blanchett family never neglects their benefactors.”

 

“Then that’s a relief. The saint has a hard time eating dishes that are not made with enough care or that are not cooked properly. I look forward to.”

 

Although it was a requesting tone, it felt rude, as if they had left it up to her to treat her.

 

“Then I will guide you to the banquet hall. How about you move separately from the saint to prepare for her dinner?”

 

Patricia just nodded as if it wasn’t worth answering and gave her some time to rest.

 

‘I’ll see you later anyway.’

 

The saint stood up from her seat first. But there was one strange part.

 

‘No one steps forward to escort her saint?’

 

There were knights of the Blanchett family nearby to protect her, the duchess. However, no one came forward to escort the saint.

 

‘From a knight’s perspective, it would be a great honor to serve a lady of her saintly caliber.’

 

Even if they didn’t say it openly, everyone seemed to be reluctant to see the saint. Before she could appoint someone first, the priest hastily called the servants of her mansion and escorted the saint to the banquet hall.

 

‘Is that why you don’t like it?’

 

She went up to her room and changed into a new dress for the dinner party. It was an elegant-looking dress made of blue silk with short sleeves and yellow lace. Betty, who hung a sapphire necklace from the jewelry box, spoke with a face full of competitive spirit.

 

“As expected, my wife is the prettiest.”

 

Honestly, it’s hard to trust what Betty says.

 

“You’re right. You can see that she is quite a beautiful saint, but she cannot overcome the unique aura that Madame has.”

 

Patricia complimented her. She blinked slightly at her in surprise.

 

“My aura?”

 

“Madam, you have a unique dreamy atmosphere. So, I always thought of you as someone who made it impossible to take my eyes off you every time I saw you.”

 

Patricia praised her without changing her expression one bit.

 

“Thank you.”

 

“The obvious fact.”

 

She became embarrassed by his calm attitude and her cheeks blushed.

 

‘Why has Patricia been like that since before?’

 

In the original, Patricia was a principled person. So she didn’t do anything that wasn’t her duty as head maid.

 

‘I feel like they keep coming forward for me now.’

 

Unlike the others, Patricia had no occasion, which made her even more embarrassed. Finally, she inspected her and went outside. Erich was waiting for her to lead her to the banquet hall.

 

“The dinner is ready. Please go.”

 

Erich had her bangs down and her hair tied loosely.

 

‘You must have listened to what I said, right?’

 

She asked as she looked at him wearing a knight’s uniform, giving off the air of a knight rather than an aide.

 

“But it seems like the knights were avoiding the saint. Are they doing this because you are conscious of me?”

 

“No. It’s just because I don’t really want to have anything to do with it.”

 

“If she is a saint, she must be an honorable partner, right?”

 

“To begin with, Blanchett knights don’t like temples.”

 

Erich spoke calmly as he escorted her.

 

“Of course, that saintess herself is strangely reluctant. Not only me, but all the knights said they felt uncomfortable about where the saint was.”

 

She didn’t know about Erich, but it was surprising that other knights did the same. Betty chimed in from the side.

 

“It’s the same for all other users. I really dislike both the saint and the priest.”

 

“They say she is a saint, she is a blessed being, and she is loved by all things.”

 

“If there is such a blessing… It won’t be easy to be disliked like that.”

 

Of course, it was the story of a saint in the Bible.

 

‘How can I just receive everyone’s love?’

 

Erich frowned at her, remembering the saint.

 

“I agree. I don’t know about other places, but it won’t be easy in the Blanchett duchy. She seems to be strangely rude to Madame. What kind of person is a saint…”

 

“I guess even divine power can’t cure humanity.”

 

“…Sigh!”

 

Erich’s throat clenched as if he was trying to hold it in, but he seemed to be laughing all the time. For your information, Betty laughed and laughed comfortably, saying, ‘That’s right, even divine power isn’t all-powerful.’ She patted Erich on the shoulder.

 

“Smile comfortably, what do you think?”

 

“-I’m so sorry. Pfft. It’s so unexpected…”

 

“It’s fine. Anyway, we’ve all arrived at the banquet hall now.”

 

When they arrived at the door of the banquet hall, the employees opened the door. Stella was sitting in the very center of the banquet hall.

 

‘That’s the hostess’ seat.’

 

The Blanchett users around her hesitated and looked at her as if they were embarrassed. Stella smiled at her.

 

“Duchess, the dress suits you very well.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yes. As you can see, I am a saint, so I can only wear priestly clothes…”

 

Stella lowered her eyes and clapped sweetly.

 

“Still, I’m glad that the lady is wearing different clothes.”

 

“Thanks for the compliments.”

 

“I should be more grateful to the Duchess for inviting me to such an outstanding dinner.”

 

A sumptuous dinner was prepared in front of Stella. Stella looked at the dinner table and raised the corners of her mouth.

 

“Perhaps because of the wonderful yet warm atmosphere, I feel as comfortable as the temple I usually stay in.”

 

She felt very uncomfortable because of her.

 

‘I don’t know anything else, but I know one thing.’

 

Stella was looking at her funny. She didn’t know if she forgot that she kicked her out last time. The meals in front of her were all prepared.

 

‘It’s too much…?’

 

She was so gorgeous that she towered over her table at Yestella. She received it so much that the Empress received it at her official appearances. When she turned to Betty, she whispered so that only she could hear.

 

“No matter what the location, you have to show that the hostess and the guests are different.”

 

“…When did you prepare like this again?”

 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to come to my senses even after this.”

 

Betty casually went behind her and waited. When she glanced behind her, all the employees around her looked at her as if they were supporting her.

 

‘Is it because of Yestella?’

 

It seemed like the Blanchett family was on her side. At that time, John, who had gone out saying he had some business to do, returned.

 

“Estelle. I’ve been there.”

 

John ran straight to her, wearing street clothes. John’s gaze, which was looking at her with love, turned cold the moment it touched Stella.

 

“Why is that here again?”

 

Stella’s delicate wrists, which were holding her cutlery, suddenly stiffened.

 

“That…”

 

“If you came crawling into this house again, I would have said I wouldn’t let you go.”

 

She said, lightly placing her hand on John’s back.

 

“I’m sick today, so you risked being rude.”

 

“…It hurt?”

 

John asked, cupping her cheeks carefully.

 

“Where has it gotten so bad?”

 

“I guess it was because I was tired. I was treated with divine power and am fine now.”

 

“Is it really right to listen to divine power?”

 

The red eyes became slightly fierce.

 

“If the condition has not improved even after the treatment last time, isn’t the divine power actually useless?”

 

Admittedly, the side effects came too quickly compared to the previous treatment. John held the handkerchief to her mouth with a sad face.

 

“It was buried here.”

 

“That can’t be possible. How cleanly do I eat?”

 

“Actually, I wanted to wipe your mouth, because you are so flawless.”

 

He smiled sweetly and whispered in her ear.

 

“Sometimes I make mistakes on purpose. That way I can take more care of you.”

 

John sat right next to her. When guests arrived, the head of the house sat in the center and the hostess sat next to him. However, because he deliberately sat next to her, the distance between she and the saintly woman who sat in the hostess seat became even greater.

 

‘Is it good for me?’

 

The saint looked at her and spoke carefully.

 

“Don’t worry too much. It was just stress, there was nothing wrong with her body.”

 

Another priest behind the saint came out and placed a luxurious box in front of the saint. The saint held up the box shyly.

 

“I just have some concerns, so I prepared a gift for the lady.”

 

“A gift?”

 

“Yes. It is a sacred relic containing my blessing. Would you like to take a look?”

 

In the box the saint held out to her was a ring with a diamond in it.

 

“If you wear this ring, you will be less likely to suddenly lose consciousness like you did today.”

 

“I didn’t prepare anything…”

 

“I prepared it because I was worried about the Duchess who was sick. Please feel free to accept it.”

 

The saintess put her hands together and smiled gently. She looked at ther saintly gift.

 

‘It’s pretty, though.’

 

Nothing seemed strange to her either. However, she felt somewhat uncomfortable that it was a gift from a saint.

 

‘Should I take this…?’

 

Then, suddenly, the big hand came up in front of her and closed the box. It was John.

 

He said with a lazy smile.

 

“I decided to make the fake real.”

 

As soon as he said those words,she could feel that everyone around them, from Betty to Erich and the other employees, were very happy. She opened her eyes wide and asked John.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“You all know this.”

 

John’s red eyes completely captured her.

 

“I will be with you for the rest of my life. So you can’t lose your first time to someone else.”

 

John took out a box from her arms that looked similar to the one the saint had given him.

 

‘What on earth…?’

 

The head did not turn as if the thought had stopped. Her heart started pounding of its own accord. She looked blankly at John. Gracefully, like dancing, John slowly got off the chair and sat down with his knees bent.

 

A box appeared before her eyes.

 

“Blue is the symbol of the Blanchett family.”

 

An antique ring studded with brilliant sapphires.

 

“This is a ring that has been handed down to Duchess Blanchett for generations.”

 

“…”

 

“You are the only owner of this ring, Estelle.”

 

His handsome face looked only at her affectionately.

 

“I want to give you my future.”

 

For some reason, she felt overwhelmed with emotions. Tears leaked little by little from the corners of her eyes.

 

“Thank you.”

 

Estelle in the original could have anything she wanted. The Dark Shadow filled Estelle’s world with precious and beautiful things, and granted her anything she wanted. However, the ring didn’t work. As if to prove that everything was fake, the ring could not exist in Estelle’s cage.

 

“I’m so happy now.”

 

“Do you like the ring?”

 

“Because it’s my first time receiving a ring.”

 

Now, before her eyes, there was a darkness, John. John was exactly as he appeared in the original. His dazzling looks, stunning physique, and friendly yet skillful demeanor. He was a man she couldn’t help but fall in love with. But he was a completely different man from the original.

 

“John put it in.”

 

John politely put the ring on her finger without taking his eyes off her.

 

Clink-!

 

Across from her, the saint lost her silverware. Suddenly the saintess took off her white veil and her gorgeous blonde hair swayed tragically.

 

‘They say she is a saint and does not reveal her hair unless she is her spouse…’

 

Stella looked at them with a shocked expression. There was a crack in her elegant expression.

 

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Translator Note:

There is no image for this chapter, sorry.