Episode 105. A Chance Given to a Villainess
“You, a human, would know best how a woman’s jealousy explodes, Laurent.”
Beloveye sat across from Laurent's, holding a glass of wine left behind by the Supreme Being.
The Supreme Being was gone, but Laurent was still slightly dazed.
“Laurent.”
Beloveye snapped his fingers in front of Lauren.
Laurent’s eyes widened at the sound.
Beloveye brought his blue eyes close to Laurenr’s.
“I’ve seen many humans fall for the Supreme Being's tricks, but not a single one of them had a happy ending.”
Laurent blinked, then suddenly scrunched up her eyes.
“Does that mean I’m going to be ruined too?”
Beloveye cursed softly at Laurent.
And not a single one of them suspected that the Supreme Being would destroy them.
"Damn it."
Beloveye stared at Laurent's red hair again.
People were quite amazed that the Prince of Der'Ansis was born with red hair, but to Beloveye, it was perfectly natural.
A child born with his own hands.
The Emperor's son was born from the sea.
Laurent was, to put it mildly, his own child.
Among these ordinary humans, Laurent alone was special to him.
'I shouldn't have bothered then.'
The Empress, on a ship bound for an important diplomatic matter, went into labor during a storm.
She gave birth a month early.
Having given birth to her child, born after years of hardship, in the middle of the sea without a midwife, the Empress was prepared to risk her life.
All those on board the ship beside her could do was pray to Beloveye. And so Laurent was born, under Beloveye's care.
The people washed the newborn Laurent's body in seawater and offered prayers of thanks to Beloveye.
They continued until dawn that day.
As the sun rose, the fluffy hair began to glow crimson, and the child's eyes, just opening, were dyed the same color as the sun.
"Laurent."
Beloveye couldn't let Laurent be manipulated by the Supreme Being like this.
"I'll betray you, so you just find a way to make Bercheria jealous."
Laurent's eyebrows rose, drawn up to her forehead.
"What?"
Beloveye sighed.
If he couldn't turn away, he had no choice but to shoulder the burden.
Perhaps the Supreme Being had planned even that in advance, to place everything in Beloveye's hands.
"But Beloveye. I was promised a reward by the Supreme Being."
"Yes. You will receive it."
Beloveye knew that if he shook Laurent, Beloveye would eventually have no choice but to move.
“But Laurent. If you fail, there may be a greater price to pay.”
Beloveye decided to close his eyes, even though he knew the Supreme Being's baseness.
After all, the fate of Bercheria and Lacrahan had nothing to do with him.
“The Supreme Being, you know, is a god who gives birth to life and brings joy, but he also doesn’t hesitate to arrange death and despair at the end. That’s the Supreme Being. Always remember that.”
Wyatt held onto the doorknob, at a loss.
Kelita, who had smiled affectionately at him while he was in the palace, and Kelita, who had ripped his clothes while falsely accusing him of sexual harassment, overlapped in his vision as if they were two different people.
"Wyatt. I know something is upsetting you."
Wyatt looked back and forth between Lacrahan lying on the table and the closed door.
Could this be what Beloveye meant next?
Was it through Kelita that he said the truth would be revealed naturally?
"Wyatt. You know I didn't mean it with bad intentions. Wyatt doesn't know, but..."
Kelita's sigh filtered through the crack in the door.
Wyatt took a deep breath and shook his head.
No matter how great a god Beloveye was, his master was Lacrahan.
'I have lost the meaning of living even one more day without Bercheria.'
Honestly, Wyatt had no idea Lacrahan loved Bercheria this much.
If this were the case, there was a high chance that Lacrahan would lose his mind after breaking up with Bercheria.
Wyatt had seen countless men like that in the Knights.
Breaking up with a woman you love, unable to handle the emotions, drives you crazy.
Especially for those like Lacrahan, who didn't usually meet many women, the odds were quite high.
"Listen to me. The life of a chosen noble is always complicated. I can't explain it all, but one thing is certain."
Whether Kelita spoke or not, Wyatt muttered to himself with a face that seemed to have settled into a deep thought.
"I have to take the Grand Duke out."
Just as he was about to move, Kelita's voice came from outside the door again.
"If Lacrahan continues this relationship with Bercheria, Emperor Gerard will start a war with the North. "
Wyatt, who had turned away, froze in his tracks.
"What?"
War.
The events he had experienced in that hellish place suddenly surged back, sending a shiver through Wyatt's stomach.
"War... is happening?"
His heart pounded.
"Yes, war. There is no love greater than war in the world. Besides, Bercheria has already started a war. You haven't forgotten, have you? How many people died?"
"..."
"Open this door, Wyatt. What you're about to do isn't betrayal, it's stopping that war."
Kelita glared at the closed door with sharp eyes.
Her lips were smiling, trying to sound soft, but her eyes weren't at all. She felt like she was going to die from the pain inside.
She had just been slapped in the face by Gerard and had gone to find the Empress, but there she suddenly encountered a man.
'God? Dipper is sitting in the Empress's bedroom? The world must be going crazy.'
If it had been Lyone who had been with Dipper, she would have been convinced.
But the Empress out of nowhere?
That Empress Lawrence, ignored even by passing maids and servants?
However, Kelita's thoughts were shattered the moment Lawrence opened his mouth.
This wasn't the timid Empress Lawrence she knew.
"I'll tell you the last way to catch Lacrahan, Princess Kelita. Go to Lacrahan now. And lie down in his bed."
"Your Majesty, I don't quite understand what you're saying."
Lawrence seemed to be struggling to suppress his emotions.
"Don't you see what I'm giving up? Don't you see what opportunity this is? Then that's Princess Kelita's limit, so just shut up and do it! Understood?"
Kelita's irritation surged again as she pictured the Empress.
It seemed like everyone was desperate to keep Kelita from being teased these days.
"It's all because Lacrahan refused to marry me."
As repulsive as Lawrence's approach was, she couldn't miss this opportunity.
Just the words "lie down in his bed" made Kelita understand the situation.
She was ready to endure this humiliation.
And Gerard, Lyone, Lawrence, and even Bercheria, who had ignored her.
If she had Lacrahan, they would all kneel before her.
“Open the door, Wyatt. Or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Kelita took off the gown she was wearing over her dress. Her round shoulders were revealed in the moonlight, and her voluptuous body curved against the air.
The door creaked open, and Kelita stumbled inside.
Wyatt’s small eyes widened as he spotted Kelita emerging from the darkness into the room.
Then, with a jerk, he turned his head away from her, staring at the floor.
Kelita passed Wyatt and walked towards Lacrahan, who was slumped over at the table.
“Close the door and go, Wyatt.”
When Wyatt looked up, she smiled and turned away.
“You’ve worked hard. You’ll be richly rewarded today.”
Bercheria, having parted ways with Laurent, was moving to handle a matter she had been putting off.
She didn’t have enough time to focus solely on the Supreme Being, but she had no choice.
‘This too must be resolved while I’m in the palace.’
Bercheria's pace quickened as her impatience grew.
Her arm, facing forward, held a staff, wrapped in a tattoo, twitching slightly.
It was said that divine beings could transform into whatever the user desired.
Whether Bercheria had desired this tattoo was unclear, but the crucial point was that in this state, the divine being's power flowed naturally into her.
Then, with every thrust, the divine being transformed into a staff, controlling her power.
“Rosie.”
Bercheria found Rosie anxiously waiting in the darkness and called her name.
A smile spread across Rosie’s face, as if she had been waiting the whole time.
“Goddess!”
Rosie ran towards her, holding her hands tightly.
The smile she always gave Kelita was now directed at Bercheria.
“Did everything go well on your way here?”
Rosie even watched her back, asking the question that should have been asked by Bercheria.
“I wasn’t there. What about you?”
“I was fine, but things have gotten even stranger since Princess Kelita woke up again.”
Rosie let out a long sigh at the end of her words.
After briefly relaying the events of the past, Rosie suddenly seemed to come to her senses, raised her head, and pulled Bercheria closer.
“Come this way first. I’ve summoned someone who has been in this imperial court longer than even before Emperor Gerard was born.”
Bercheria entrusted Rosie with the task, not telling her why she was looking for such a person or what to ask.
But Rosie, accustomed to being a long-time maid, didn't particularly question it.
Rosie, who had been feeling a sense of crisis simply because of the changed Kelita, seemed delighted to have Bercheria's connection to her again within the imperial family.
"Wait a minute. I have someone to accompany me."
"Huh? Who?"
Bercheria spotted Groovy, who had appeared just then, and pointed lightly with her hand so Rosie could see.
"Someone who absolutely must hear this story with you."
Groovy, his eyes reddened, was looking at Bercheria from across the hallway.
“You, a human, would know best how a woman’s jealousy explodes, Laurent.”
Beloveye sat across from Laurent's, holding a glass of wine left behind by the Supreme Being.
The Supreme Being was gone, but Laurent was still slightly dazed.
“Laurent.”
Beloveye snapped his fingers in front of Lauren.
Laurent’s eyes widened at the sound.
Beloveye brought his blue eyes close to Laurenr’s.
“I’ve seen many humans fall for the Supreme Being's tricks, but not a single one of them had a happy ending.”
Laurent blinked, then suddenly scrunched up her eyes.
“Does that mean I’m going to be ruined too?”
Beloveye cursed softly at Laurent.
And not a single one of them suspected that the Supreme Being would destroy them.
"Damn it."
Beloveye stared at Laurent's red hair again.
People were quite amazed that the Prince of Der'Ansis was born with red hair, but to Beloveye, it was perfectly natural.
A child born with his own hands.
The Emperor's son was born from the sea.
Laurent was, to put it mildly, his own child.
Among these ordinary humans, Laurent alone was special to him.
'I shouldn't have bothered then.'
The Empress, on a ship bound for an important diplomatic matter, went into labor during a storm.
She gave birth a month early.
Having given birth to her child, born after years of hardship, in the middle of the sea without a midwife, the Empress was prepared to risk her life.
All those on board the ship beside her could do was pray to Beloveye. And so Laurent was born, under Beloveye's care.
The people washed the newborn Laurent's body in seawater and offered prayers of thanks to Beloveye.
They continued until dawn that day.
As the sun rose, the fluffy hair began to glow crimson, and the child's eyes, just opening, were dyed the same color as the sun.
"Laurent."
Beloveye couldn't let Laurent be manipulated by the Supreme Being like this.
"I'll betray you, so you just find a way to make Bercheria jealous."
Laurent's eyebrows rose, drawn up to her forehead.
"What?"
Beloveye sighed.
If he couldn't turn away, he had no choice but to shoulder the burden.
Perhaps the Supreme Being had planned even that in advance, to place everything in Beloveye's hands.
"But Beloveye. I was promised a reward by the Supreme Being."
"Yes. You will receive it."
Beloveye knew that if he shook Laurent, Beloveye would eventually have no choice but to move.
“But Laurent. If you fail, there may be a greater price to pay.”
Beloveye decided to close his eyes, even though he knew the Supreme Being's baseness.
After all, the fate of Bercheria and Lacrahan had nothing to do with him.
“The Supreme Being, you know, is a god who gives birth to life and brings joy, but he also doesn’t hesitate to arrange death and despair at the end. That’s the Supreme Being. Always remember that.”
***
Wyatt held onto the doorknob, at a loss.
Kelita, who had smiled affectionately at him while he was in the palace, and Kelita, who had ripped his clothes while falsely accusing him of sexual harassment, overlapped in his vision as if they were two different people.
"Wyatt. I know something is upsetting you."
Wyatt looked back and forth between Lacrahan lying on the table and the closed door.
Could this be what Beloveye meant next?
Was it through Kelita that he said the truth would be revealed naturally?
"Wyatt. You know I didn't mean it with bad intentions. Wyatt doesn't know, but..."
Kelita's sigh filtered through the crack in the door.
Wyatt took a deep breath and shook his head.
No matter how great a god Beloveye was, his master was Lacrahan.
'I have lost the meaning of living even one more day without Bercheria.'
Honestly, Wyatt had no idea Lacrahan loved Bercheria this much.
If this were the case, there was a high chance that Lacrahan would lose his mind after breaking up with Bercheria.
Wyatt had seen countless men like that in the Knights.
Breaking up with a woman you love, unable to handle the emotions, drives you crazy.
Especially for those like Lacrahan, who didn't usually meet many women, the odds were quite high.
"Listen to me. The life of a chosen noble is always complicated. I can't explain it all, but one thing is certain."
Whether Kelita spoke or not, Wyatt muttered to himself with a face that seemed to have settled into a deep thought.
"I have to take the Grand Duke out."
Just as he was about to move, Kelita's voice came from outside the door again.
"If Lacrahan continues this relationship with Bercheria, Emperor Gerard will start a war with the North. "
Wyatt, who had turned away, froze in his tracks.
"What?"
War.
The events he had experienced in that hellish place suddenly surged back, sending a shiver through Wyatt's stomach.
"War... is happening?"
His heart pounded.
"Yes, war. There is no love greater than war in the world. Besides, Bercheria has already started a war. You haven't forgotten, have you? How many people died?"
"..."
"Open this door, Wyatt. What you're about to do isn't betrayal, it's stopping that war."
***
Kelita glared at the closed door with sharp eyes.
Her lips were smiling, trying to sound soft, but her eyes weren't at all. She felt like she was going to die from the pain inside.
She had just been slapped in the face by Gerard and had gone to find the Empress, but there she suddenly encountered a man.
'God? Dipper is sitting in the Empress's bedroom? The world must be going crazy.'
If it had been Lyone who had been with Dipper, she would have been convinced.
But the Empress out of nowhere?
That Empress Lawrence, ignored even by passing maids and servants?
However, Kelita's thoughts were shattered the moment Lawrence opened his mouth.
This wasn't the timid Empress Lawrence she knew.
"I'll tell you the last way to catch Lacrahan, Princess Kelita. Go to Lacrahan now. And lie down in his bed."
"Your Majesty, I don't quite understand what you're saying."
Lawrence seemed to be struggling to suppress his emotions.
"Don't you see what I'm giving up? Don't you see what opportunity this is? Then that's Princess Kelita's limit, so just shut up and do it! Understood?"
Kelita's irritation surged again as she pictured the Empress.
It seemed like everyone was desperate to keep Kelita from being teased these days.
"It's all because Lacrahan refused to marry me."
As repulsive as Lawrence's approach was, she couldn't miss this opportunity.
Just the words "lie down in his bed" made Kelita understand the situation.
She was ready to endure this humiliation.
And Gerard, Lyone, Lawrence, and even Bercheria, who had ignored her.
If she had Lacrahan, they would all kneel before her.
“Open the door, Wyatt. Or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Kelita took off the gown she was wearing over her dress. Her round shoulders were revealed in the moonlight, and her voluptuous body curved against the air.
The door creaked open, and Kelita stumbled inside.
Wyatt’s small eyes widened as he spotted Kelita emerging from the darkness into the room.
Then, with a jerk, he turned his head away from her, staring at the floor.
Kelita passed Wyatt and walked towards Lacrahan, who was slumped over at the table.
“Close the door and go, Wyatt.”
When Wyatt looked up, she smiled and turned away.
“You’ve worked hard. You’ll be richly rewarded today.”
***
Bercheria, having parted ways with Laurent, was moving to handle a matter she had been putting off.
She didn’t have enough time to focus solely on the Supreme Being, but she had no choice.
‘This too must be resolved while I’m in the palace.’
Bercheria's pace quickened as her impatience grew.
Her arm, facing forward, held a staff, wrapped in a tattoo, twitching slightly.
It was said that divine beings could transform into whatever the user desired.
Whether Bercheria had desired this tattoo was unclear, but the crucial point was that in this state, the divine being's power flowed naturally into her.
Then, with every thrust, the divine being transformed into a staff, controlling her power.
“Rosie.”
Bercheria found Rosie anxiously waiting in the darkness and called her name.
A smile spread across Rosie’s face, as if she had been waiting the whole time.
“Goddess!”
Rosie ran towards her, holding her hands tightly.
The smile she always gave Kelita was now directed at Bercheria.
“Did everything go well on your way here?”
Rosie even watched her back, asking the question that should have been asked by Bercheria.
“I wasn’t there. What about you?”
“I was fine, but things have gotten even stranger since Princess Kelita woke up again.”
Rosie let out a long sigh at the end of her words.
After briefly relaying the events of the past, Rosie suddenly seemed to come to her senses, raised her head, and pulled Bercheria closer.
“Come this way first. I’ve summoned someone who has been in this imperial court longer than even before Emperor Gerard was born.”
Bercheria entrusted Rosie with the task, not telling her why she was looking for such a person or what to ask.
But Rosie, accustomed to being a long-time maid, didn't particularly question it.
Rosie, who had been feeling a sense of crisis simply because of the changed Kelita, seemed delighted to have Bercheria's connection to her again within the imperial family.
"Wait a minute. I have someone to accompany me."
"Huh? Who?"
Bercheria spotted Groovy, who had appeared just then, and pointed lightly with her hand so Rosie could see.
"Someone who absolutely must hear this story with you."
Groovy, his eyes reddened, was looking at Bercheria from across the hallway.
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