The Tragedy of The Villainess

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“Ugh….”

Kalis grabbed his fragile head and got up from the bed. He never had this kind of pain to begin with, but he used too many sleeping pills for a few days. He had become quite a bit better at suffering from insomnia, but the problem was that he unexpectedly heard about Lina's child. He couldn't sleep at all.

A haggard face reflected in the mirror. Kalis frowned slightly at his forehead.

Although he desperately needed a rest, he couldn't rest properly because even if he lay down, he would think about Seria.

Besides, he had to decide about Lina's future. Lina really didn't like being in the temple. As a Lord of Haneton, he needed to prepare for the winter…

After bathing and changing clothes, Kalis came out of his bedroom.

The aide who had accompanied him seemed to be out of the room. It was a quiet hallway. Kalis walked over to see Lina.

“Marquis Haneton!”

The priests caught him. When he heard an unexpected story from them, Kalis’ eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you want to measure my power again?"

“The High Priest made the decision just a few moments ago.”

The explanation was that within a week at the latest, they would know whose sacred power the baby belonged to. The last was the diagnosis that Kalis’s health was at its worst.

“Marquis Haneton. It seems that you’re surprised by the Saintess's situation. The measurement of the sacred power is more accurate when you’re healthy… so you must stay at the temple for a week to rest your body and soul."

Kalis nodded.

He thought it’d take three months, but to see the results in a week…

He had mixed feelings about it, because he both wanted to know and didn't want to know.

He knew best that he was not in good shape. Kalis stepped out to sunbathe in order to help with the measurements, but he suddenly stopped.

It was like he was dreaming. How could Seria be in his field of vision…?

He didn't realize he was already dreaming in bright daylight.

He had been taking hallucinogens instead of sleeping pills….

That was the moment. Kalis staggered. His heart ached, even though he knew it wasn't real. He knew it was just an illusion.

"……."

However, Kalis walked over, grabbed Seria’s hand and turned her around. The moment he held her tightly in his arms and buried his face into her neck…

He knew something was wrong.

The soft body he could feel in his arms was so vivid. The skin his lips touched and the hand that quickly pushed him away was so real…

“Seria?"

She looked very pale, more like a ghost, more like an apparition. But it really was Seria.

That was when he realized the truth…

"……!"

Someone roughly pulled back Kalis’s hand that was surrounding Seria. His arm was twisted with a snapping sound. Just as a reflexive groan was about to break out, Kalis’s body was thrown back with the broken arm.

At the same time, gloves flew into his face. He reflexively snatched the gloves. Kalis was rather distracted by the vivid sound of the wind. At the same time, grabbed by the collar, a low voice penetrated his ears.

"If you wanted to commit suicide, you could have told me beforehand, Marquis Haneton.”

"……."

It was then that Kalis could finally see the man in front of him properly. It was the Grand Duke Lesche Berg. He was furious. His eyes fiercely stared at Kalis, as if Lesche was about to bite his neck off.

It wasn’t an illusion because he held Seria for a moment…. Kalis’s gaze turned to the side as if he was trapped.

It really was Seria. It was very brief, but the warmth that touched his arms….Kalis’ eyes flashed with longing. At the same time, Kalis felt a crushing pain in his head and closed his eyes.

"Kalis? Kalis!"

It was a startled voice coming from behind. It was Lina.

"Saintess! If you're over there……!"

"Saintess!”

"Stern!"

The high-ranking priests who had come running from all directions felt like jumping when they saw these four gathered in one place.

(*Poor Priests, they tried so hard to keep them separate but the four met lol.)

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"…What's wrong with Kalis?"

Seria frowned. Being held in Kalis’s arms was an accident she couldn't have predicted. He suddenly grabbed her hand and held her tightly, the force of the hug was strong. She realized that it was Kalis who had hugged her after a delay.

Linon, who was by her side, was startled and tried to pull Kalis away, but there was a limit to what Linon's frail body could do. She pushed him away, but he didn't even budge. And what could she say about Kalis.

“It was like he had lost his mind.”

It was the same now. His eyes were a little slow to focus as he alternated between Seria and Lesche.

The area was already buzzing. Nearly ten priests had rushed in and were shivering. It was a relief that they were in the temple, so there was not a single person from outside yet…

How long will that last?

Here was Stern’s husband and the Saintess’s husband dueling in the Great Temple….

"This is driving me crazy."

Seria tried to calm Lesche down once he grabbed Kalis’s chest and punched Kalis in the cheek with his fist.

"Seria…"

She heard Kalis call her name.

"……."

The voice was so sad that if some strangers heard it, they would think they were lovers.

The problem was….

"Your Highness!"

"Marquis Haneton!"

Lesche punched Kalis in the jaws. Seria’s eyes wide open. It was chaotic. Gasping noises came from everywhere. The priests looked like they were about to have a heart attack.

Blood flowed from Kalis’s mouth.

"Kalis!"

Lina sat down, startled, and wrapped Kalis in her arms. Her resentful eyes glared at Lesche.

"Your Highness! What's wrong with you?"

There was no reply from Lesche. He bent down on one knee in front of Lina, instead of grabbing Kalis. Since he was positioned with his back to Seria, Seria couldn't see Lesche’s face.

“Saintess.”

Lesche spoke in a low voice.

“I'm very conservative with my marriage vows. Wouldn't it be easier for me to bury him now when your husband is out of his mind?"

"……."

Lina faltered, perplexed for a moment. No, she was scared. Lesche took his eyes off Lina. With his eyes fixed on Kalis, he spread his palm to the back of his shoulder.

“Sword.”

Lesche arrived at the Great Temple much faster than originally expected. Seria couldn't leave her seat because she had to imbue the sacred power measuring device with sacred power. Instead, she sent Abigail, who was familiar with the geography, to greet Lesche..

Perhaps because he came in a hurry. There were no other knights seen at the moment. Neither did Alliot or any of the other Berg Knights. The only knight that there was was Abigail ….

Abigail quickly took her sword and presented it to Lesche in a serious manner. That sword, Seria, had lifted once and it was really heavy. However, Lesche took it lightly with one hand.

Seria had no choice but to look at Abigail with a dumbfounded look in her eyes. No, if you run into Lesche, you should bow your head and run away. Why did she give Lesche the sword without hesitation?

‘She still hasn't given up on taking Kalis’s head?’

“Don't stop him.”

Abigail said in a whispered voice to Seria. She added in a much quieter voice than before.

“I saw your husband's eyes.”

“…What?”

Seria was more than a little perplexed by the too raw expression. Was that why Lina was so scared?

In the meantime, Kalis seemed to have come to his senses.

"…Your Highness."

Kalis pushed Lina away and stood up. He wiped the blood from his mouth and glared at Lesche.

"Where can we have a duel?"

"Kalis!"

"Marquis Hanetone!"

The priests blocked the two men with their bodies, but to no avail. Truly, Abigail was right, and no one could stop Lesche or Kalis at this moment as if they had lost their reason.

Stern’s man and the Saintess’ man dueling in the Great Temple… It really was crazy once pictured.

Seria suddenly began to roll up her sleeves. There were yellow bruises all over her arms, hidden by the long, thin sleeves. They were bruises that had appeared after she had infused the sacred power into the secret relic of the Great Temple.

Aside from the fact that the eyes of the priests who were there only grew wider and wider, and their complexion turned pale, it was as difficult as someone who had been swimming in water.

That was how she finally managed to infuse the sacred power and preheat the holy object…

“You can't measure sacred power if your body isn't healthy."

Seria grabbed Lesche’s arm.

"Lesche , you have to do the divine power measurement too."

But it was strange. Suddenly, the faces of the priests who had been standing beside them, looking at Seria with her hand on Lesche’s arm, stiffened.

‘What's going on?’

…The moment she thought that…

The eyes of all the priests tilted towards Lina. Lina had a stunned expression on her face. It was the same for Seria.

The priests looked at each other and squeezed their eyes shut. They snuggled up to Lesche and Kalis respectively.

“Seria Stern is right, Your Highness. Please calm down.”

“Blood in the High Temple is an absolute no-no.”

“Stern's husband, please show your generous heart.”

Lesche flinched at the last word. ‘Am I mistaken?’ Seria had that feeling because she was holding his arm.

The situation was no different for Kalis.

"Marquis, please calm down…"

"This will slow down the measurement of divine power."

"Please take into account the position of the temple too…."

On the other hand, Seria was a little curious about Lesche’s deadly gaze.

The moment when she leaned her face forward to catch a glimpse of Lesche’s face, Lesche turned around. In the blink of an eye, Lesche picked Seria up in his arms. He didn’t actually carry her like he usually did. He threw her over his shoulder….

‘How many people are here now?’

That was before she could ask Lesche to let her down. She could see the priests from the leadership, who were in the conference hall where Abigail had broken all the furniture earlier, running towards them as if they had heard the news.

There may be a few more threats, but the more Lesche appeared to never want to divorce from her, the better.

“Priest." (Lesche)

It was also okay to go to the measuring room like this. As soon as Seria thought that…

“Show me the bedroom.” (Lesche)

For a moment, she couldn't believe her ears.