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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 17

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“I didn't expect you to get your diploma so soon.”

What a summer semester graduation!

The dean of the Academy's Faculty of Magic, my uncle, the Marquis of Wert, puts down his teacup and grinned.

He seems cold and cynical at first glance, but seeing the same face often, he knew he wasn't in a bad mood today.

“To be honest, the picture is strange for a single magician to teach the saint who saved the empire. ”

“But it is true that graduating too early according to the school rules… I thought the dean would be against it.”

“Do I not look so inflexible like your father?”

Addition adds more, but it doesn't look less.

I swallowed the hard words that came to my throat.

“Honestly, I didn't want to make an exception either, but I can't help it. Because of you, my work is almost paralyzed.”

“.....”

“I’m going to see you, and even the graduates come to the undergraduate building from time to time, and I feel like I’m going to die.”

He shakes his head with a rather troubled face.

In fact, when the academy started, it was much more serious than it is now. The formula lectures I was giving were like taking a break.

“I respect you! Lady! Sign it!”

“Call my name just once!”

“Lady! Just say one word that you will pass your graduation thesis!”

“I feel like I will be able to pass the matriculation exam after receiving the saint from afar!”

There were people who didn't listen to lectures telling me to listen, and treated me as a totem of ups and downs.

'Of course, even if you only open your eyes wildly, you close your mouth right away.'

In the past, when I appeared, everyone was busy bowing their heads and politely giving way... .

‘I don’t really want to go back to the days of a villainess, but there were definitely things I was comfortable with.'

Still, it seems that some polarizing fans were in school, It seems that he was finally able to escape from the space called the school thanks to the trouble he made to the dean and president of the Academy.

The long compulsory education period, 5 years of undergraduate life, and hard work at the academy passed like a lantern.

“… It’s too long.”

While relieving, Marquis Berthe suddenly murmured.

“What?”

“I thought you were good at teaching. If possible, I was thinking of making a teaching assistant. Because that's the fastest way to become a professor.”

'Hey, it's not too harsh, oh!'

With the creepy remark that he wanted to pamper me like a grad student, he casually pushed the cake in front of me. with a small box.

“This… .”

When I opened the box, it contained a rose-shaped brooch, and his scar trembled for a moment.

“When I see you, I think of Marien. She was the junior she wore. She was a good lecturer, so she was going to be a teaching assistant, but I don't think my younger brother would run away with her.”

“...?”

Surely, not a love triangle, but a favorite graduate student No. 1?

Having written several chijeong novels in my head, I erased the questions that came to mind. Sometimes it's better to just leave it unaware.

“Your mother was a beautiful bride to match May. Marriage, congratulations.”

“Thank you, dean.”

“What dean when you get your diploma? Call me uncle.”

Uncle...

At the name that came out a little awkwardly, he smiled softly, incomparably with the previous one.

“I’ll see you at the wedding, Deborah.”

***

Upon hearing the news of Isidor's marriage, the Marquis of Jaba Slein hurried up to the capital with her family. It was to help her nephew's wedding preparations.

In the Empire, instead of the bride bringing the dowry, the groom prepared the wedding preparations, so Isidor would have a lot to worry about.

“Originally, this kind of preparation has to be led by an adult in the family… ”

In the mind of the Marquis, the childhood image of Isidore, who was like an angel from the past, was etched in her mind. Perhaps that's why his nephew, who had to carry out all the preparations alone, felt pity for him.

But after a while, instead of sticking her tongue out in pity, she sticks it out in exasperation.

To put it bluntly, perfectionism is a long one... … .'

He is a person with a reputation for being meticulous, but his nephew is a bit more sophisticated.

'I don't think there's a way to skip something.'

Isidor, who visited the wedding venue in advance, not only looked at the seating arrangement, but also the banquet room curtain decorations, candle holders, wine glasses, carpets, and even cutlery used by guests.

“This tableware is a trendy style?”

The vassal quickly responded to Isidor's point.

“Yes. There are a lot of nobles in the capital who prefer this kind of tableware these days, so I prepared it.”

“But it’s a formal place, but you don’t feel too heavy. Also, it’s not a flower pattern that suits the season, is it?”

“I will change it right now.”

The Marquis of Vaslein approached Isidor, watching closely the number placed on the tablecloth.

“May I give you a heartfelt message to the Duke of Visconti?”

Isidor, who had even taken off his gloves and checked the texture of the tablecloth, lifted his head at his aunt's call.

“Speak at ease, Auntie.”

“Yeah, don’t be shy. It would be a headache just to sort out the guest list, but if you look at every little thing like this, your nerves won't be left behind.”

“As soon as this place, which you rented for a dinner party, became known, the empire was turned upside down. If it had been this way, Seymour's first headmaster would have been satisfied.”

“The little things make the best quality. Visconti’s invitation.”

“… The invitation left such a saying?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Seeing his nephew, who said he was only following the laws of the Visconti, to stop nagging, the Duchess of Vaslain shook her head as if she couldn't do it.

“You really remember everything.”

“aunt also has a good memory. I want you to forget about my immature childhood... .”

She often glorified Isidore as a child. Little Isidor, with rosy cheeks, dazzling blonde hair, and big eyes, was as real as her face, like an angel who had just descended from the earth.

“Isidor, when have you been immature? You grew up too early for needlessly because of your rude father.”

“I did the exact opposite because my father didn’t like it, but I look like I’m mature.”

“… Well, on the other hand, he was a perfect guy to be a teacher.”

I say it lightly now, but what the former Visconti owner, Albert Visconti did, was beyond my imagination.

As the only son was a mess, the former family's affection for the genius grandson grew and the conflict between the father and son deepened.

'It was terrible... .'

As she recalled the past, her eyes fell deeply.

***

In the long past, the Visconti Castle was always noisy due to the clamor of Bardo Visconti, the former headmaster. Even the sound of the rough waves crashing into the Alea Strait could not sweep away his shouts of force.

“There are drug dealers in the castle. Albert, are you crazy!?”

“Ah, father… !”

“Aren’t you ashamed to look at Isidor!? While you marred Visconti's impeccable prestige and defiled the stature of a noble bloodline, your son has awakened the talent of a magic swordsman! whopping! At the age of eight when you hid in an underground warehouse and stole alcohol!”

When Bardo Visconti provoked Isidor, Albert Visconti, who was trembling, suddenly bubbled like a mad dog.

“father! Where the hell is my son?”

“What?”

“I know it all. Isidore is actually my younger brother, so I'm wearing it like my own son, right?”

“this… this guy! What nonsense are you talking about now?”

“Also. If you are stabbed, you are revolting.”

Albert rubbed his eyes like a madman and teasing his tongue.

“Anyway, Olga, I’ll have to pull the girl’s hair out and let Chidogon go. I'm playing with my sister-in-law, how dare I take a sip of my behavior on the topic of an affair?! The person who will receive the huge alimony is me!! dare! Dirty bitch!”

Olga, a victim of an arranged marriage, was fed up with Albert's Visconti's chaos and divorced after giving birth to Isidor.

After the divorce, the news that she died of an illness had been heard five years ago, and Bardo Visconti could not overcome his anger and drew a decorative sword, seeing his son tarnishing the honor of the deceased.

“After hanging out with the backstreets, every time I open my mouth, the smell of stinking vibrates! I will rip off your tongue today.”

“Hey, hey!”

Albert, who drank too much and couldn't even use his sword properly, was frozen by the blood of his father, the sword master.

“You poor bastard! The spirit is not as strong as that of a ten-year-old Isidor. I don't know if you are really my son!”

Just as Bardo Visconti was fed up and was about to cut his tongue with a knife, Agat broke in and stopped them.

After staying in the Bar Slaine estate, she stopped by the Visconti Castle after a long time and had no choice but to become a flagship at the sight unfolding before her eyes.

“Agat, go away!”

“father! Isidor is watching!”

Why is it that the father slaps his brother so loudly at the place where the child sees it? Isn't it too harsh to show that young child the cruel sight of his grandfather cutting off Jea's tongue?

“Ugh! Huh”

“Albert, you just owe your sister a tongue.”

The sharp blade that had dug into his shabby lips slowly fell away.

“ugh… uh... ”

Blood cascades from Albert Visconti's long slit lips and chin.

”.....“

“Isidor! Don't stand here and go to your room.“

“Agat, you are the older sister who only looks at that child too young. My grandchildren don't even blink an eye at this. He's a bold guy like a Visconti.”

Little Isidor, who was standing loudly beyond the chaotic door, thought as he watched his father's tears, runny noses, and blood.

it's dirty.

The thick bloody smell and the smell of man's dung pee mixed together, and his nasal passages throbbed. It was tens of times more disgusting than the smell from the barn.

“Ugh...”

When I met my father's hazy eyes, I suddenly felt an insect crawling all over my body. Goosebumps rose from the forearms and the nape of the neck.

No matter how many times I wiped and wiped, the unpleasant sensation never went away. Bardo Visconti sighed briefly as he watched Isidor wiping his hands all day with an expressionless face.

“You are truly a Visconti even in this respect.”

Most of the Visconti's who ran away had a chronic tuberculosis. So Bardo Visconti was rather happy to see the child's fingertips that had been split and had blood on them.

A natural perfectionist temperament, the talent of a magic swordsman, a superhuman memory, and even the habit of raking gold by any means. Even if it was called the reincarnation of the invitation, it was not strange.

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 16

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After that, the demon's resistance was quite intense, and there was an incident where the entire outer wall was damaged instead, but this side's power was so overwhelming that it was quickly subdued.

The demon was pierced by the spear of Orix, my exclusive escort knight, who had grown dramatically in the past, and was annihilated.

But I didn't feel the cool feeling inside.

It was because of the words the devil left before he died.

“Even if I disappear, the darkness does not disappear. No matter how many times you catch and kill black magicians, revenge only breeds revenge.”

Priest Maurice, who surrendered himself to an intermediate demon, turns out to be a priest who saved his life once thanks to Miya Binoshu in the past.

Denying the fact that his best friend, Miya, was the vessel for the Great Devil's Descent, he turned to black magic to prove that she was right and misunderstood.

'It's the blood of a high priest, so maybe an intermediate demon was summoned.'

Maybe it was because when Miya displayed the power of a demon disguised as healing power, that power was transferred to the priest.

‘The latter is more conjecture.'

“… The divine power returned before the thought body disappeared, didn't it?”

He watched from the side as I poured out my divine power to catch the thought-form that was about to disappear.

“yes.”

“What exactly was the cause of the divine power leak?”

“Rather than a leak, I think it’s more accurate to say that my subconscious was reluctant to use divine power and interfered with it.”

“.....”

“To be honest, I’m tired of being a saint.”

When the thought body was reminded of the existence of darkness, he realized the need for divine power and was soon able to use it.

However… It was not always easy to confront the evil and vicious demons.

“Deborah.”

“yes.”

“In the past, Princess-sama has lit a lot of candles.”

“.....”

“So, you don't have to burn yourself to light the darkness. Because there are so many people around Princess-sama like that.”

oh I see.

After putting off all my busy schedules for me and looking back at my people who followed me all the way to Hellia, suddenly something hot hit my heart.

No one was forcing me to be a hero, but I was carrying the burden on my own. That is why the divine power did not return.

When I decided not to think of a blue elephant, something similar to thinking about a blue elephant came up.

“I am stupid.”

“The real fool is over there.”

Isidor chuckled at Pope Rega and smiled like a party.

Isidor replaced all the healing stones I received from the Pope with healing stones that were empty of divine power. It will probably look like it's been used up for a purification ritual.

‘Advanced healing stone, eat well.'

A feeling of emptiness in the stomach, as if suddenly taking a digestive aid.

When he was feeling the feeling of fullness given by unearned income, his eyes met the Pope.

“Oh my gosh, saint!”

He approached me with a fuss, and the eyes of the priests and people around me were focused.

“How did you find and destroy a special evil that even holy water does not know to! My faith in St. Mary has grown stronger and deeper!”

"....."

he said fervently.

“At the upcoming monthly event, everyone will be informed about the saint’s activities, and the shrine will provide all support to the saint in addition to the finest healing stones!”

I quickly waved my hand and said what he wanted.

“You don't need to be rush. Since the Pope has given me the Healing Stone out of pure good will, I have only returned it with good intentions.”

“...yes.”

The pope responded with a little patience in his anger.

Still, it was good to try. It would have been right for Susie Goya to show her condolences in front of everyone who had already been robbed, and who had given her saint a healing stone.

“I am very grateful to the Pope.”

From expensive healing stones to relics made from dragon bones. There was no donation angel.

“… Thank you too. It is natural for the temple to spare no effort to support the saint. ”

“Really, I didn’t know you would support me so generously.”

I continued speaking with a smile as benevolent as possible.

“Thanks to the Pope personally visiting the capital and sharing the news about the relics, we are able to recover them before they are further damaged!”

“Huh?...”

At the word recall, he seemed to be at a loss for a moment, and I pressed once more.

“The holy relics will be purified with all my might in the future! Fortunately, the contamination didn't go away if I had it, the incarnation of the saint was in trouble, so no more worries!”

“It’s been a while since I’ve shown such a great divinity, until I dealt with the remnants of the temple and purify the holy things....”

“You are amazing! Saint!”

Isidor incited me by clearly listing my actions, and Oryx, the simplest, responded to the instigation and clapped with a huge hand.

clap clap!

In applause, I gazed intently at the priests next to the Pope.

“President Henri, High Priest Louis, and Priest Jacques. I will remember your generous help even when I return to the capital.”

The names of the high-ranking priests who participated in the mid-level demon investigation were known in advance through Isidor. There is no need to carry the entire temple and pretend.

“Sister remembers my name… !”

“Huh, hey, it’s an honor!”

“I, we will never forget the visit of Saint ”

When I personally called out their name, even the high-ranking priests of Hellia, who had been in a hurry, seemed to be visibly happy and shaken.

So, with the applause pop, my itinerary in Hellia came to an end.

***

“These white marbles were dragon fangs.”

I tinkered with the rosary and admired it.

The invincible material that can contain all kinds of power, including divine power, mana, and magic, is the dragon's bone.

'It even contained a strong thought-form.'

“Princess, where are you going to use that thing? Are you going to keep it like that?”

“yes. I plan to keep it.”

In the past, Isidor was displeased with me, who loved the rosary, even though it was an object he had carved himself.

'It's just that he treated himself as a black history in his previous life.'

“You can sell it to other countries at a very, very high price. I will process it properly so that no one notices that it is a holy relic brought from the temple.”

He reached out a hand of seduction, but I shook my head.

“I think there are probably people I want to give it to.”

At my words, Isidor's expression became more serious.

“What… . Hmm! Who are they?”

“Our babies.”

“!”

His face turned bright red like a ripe apple in an instant.

“Wh, why?”

“I thought I was going too far ahead, but when the princess said that, my heart raced… .”

Isidor murmured.

“How the hell have you gone so far? ? Did you make plans for your retirement in advance like I did?”

“I even thought about how to donate gifts to my great-grandchildren.”

“… I have gone very far.”

I overlooked the inheritance of wealth... . It is also unusual because it is not the blood of a dragon.

He looked at the rosary in my hand with a slightly reminded face, and after a while he spoke softly.

“… What we give to our children is unconditional approval.”

I swallowed my laughter as I listened to the shy voice and looked up at the branches with green shoots. One warm spring was coming.

5. May's Bride

“.....”

Early in the morning, Duke Seymour came out of the annex and gazed into the garden full of red roses.

In May, the garden becomes brighter day by day. Every time she went for a walk, the fresh scent of flowers filled her nostrils, just like when she was there.

- Georgesah.

Duke Seymour looked at the dewy red roses and recalled the vivid remnants of a dream last night.

Until now, even in my dreams, I didn't show you a single piece of clothing... The wife in my dream last night was so vivid. So much so that I can even feel the scent of lilac that she always carries.

My wife was wearing a white dress, holding the bouquet I had offered her in the past.

As far as the Duke can remember, he called his name in the form of the most daunting moment.

With a soft smile on his lips, he gently wrapped his arms around him. It was also lightly patted on the back of her hand. As if encouraging them that you are doing well.

Even though it was a dream, it felt kind and warm.

‘Did I have such a dream because it was May?'

Because the wife was the bride of May.

In the Empire, the most weddings took place in May. Not only because of the mild and warm weather, but also because there is a legend that the goddess in charge of fertility and fertility disappeared in winter and then resurrected in May.

'May is the most appropriate time for a wedding. '

Perhaps because of this tale, there was a superstition that a bride getting married in May would be happy, and the Duke also thought that May would be better if his daughter got married.

'By the way, I'm afraid I'll graduate early.'

My studies must have been completed, and after the preparations for the wedding that flowed like water, the wedding to the Duke of Visconti was already approaching.

'I feel more peaceful than I thought.'

I thought it would be very sad.

Lately, there have been times when I feel like my daughter is already married.

Hey, maybe it's because of Isidor, who comes to visit me like a son-in-law.

Isidor often came to the townhouse to teach Enrique's swordsmanship, even when Deborah wasn't there. He is a genius who can handle magic and sword at the same time, and in fact, Enrique did not have a good teacher.

“By the way, why is the youngest suddenly obsessed with swordsmanship… ?”

I was a little puzzled, but due to moderate exercise, the child's complexion was improving day by day, so I left it alone.

Inspection on Seymour.

In the past, I would have objected with a sense of rejection, but now that I see that it is not so, I wonder if I am old.

'Did Deborah say she was flexible?'

Duke Seymour looked at Enrique and Isidor wielding wooden swords in the backyard beyond the garden for a moment, then returned to his office to return to work.

Anyway, it's still too early for the youngest to do what he wants to do.

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 15

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That night.

Instead, in the depths of the temple, in the sanctuary, the saint's purification ceremony was held secretly. Also, the knights and escorts brought by her saint kept a close watch around the sanctuary.

“Saint, what happened to the holy things?”

The pope came to the sanctuary as soon as dawn came, and Princess Deborah pressed her temples with a tired face. It seemed that things were not going well.

“that… saint lady. I'm not urging you at all, I'm just asking just in case, will you be able to finish the purification by the full moon this month?”

Soon, ahead of a large-scale monthly event, he asked while trying to hide her nervousness, and the princess pressed her lips together for a while with a face to say something, and then asked.

“Lady… Do you have something to say?”

“Hmm! no.”

I don't think it is?

I think you were just trying to get something out.

“Say anything at ease! God, I am completely on St. We will spare no effort to support you to the best of our ability.”

As she repeated it, her purple eyelashes trembled as if she was thinking deeply about something.

“then… .”

The atmosphere was so serious that the Pope swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

“Can you help me with the Healing Stone?”

”!“

The pope's eyes quickly shook with agitation at the so unexpected request. Healing stones are mysterious stones imbued with divine power, and not many people even knew their existence.

'It is a mineral that only comes from mines within the Heleia Dominion, so you can't help but know it from the outside.'

Healing stones are monopolized by the temple, and the amount mined each year is so small that they are divided according to rank.

‘Then why is the saint saying that she needs the healing stone?'

Healing stones are used by priests to amplify or restore their divine power.

However, the great divine power that the saint showed in the final battle with the devil last time was enough to affect Heleia far away from the capital. Even the sun would have exerted such an intense divinity, she had gone a whopping two times.

To be honest, asking a saint for a healing stone was no different from asking for a magic stone because the dragon ran out of mana.

'no way… Is there a problem with the divine power?'

Suddenly, I thought that it might have something to do with Princess Deborah's continued avoidance of the shrine's call. She might ask you to show her divinity here.

All sorts of conjectures made his head complicated, but the Pope replied that he knew for once.

“How many healing stones do you need, Lady?”

“The more the better, the shorter the cleanup time.”

The Pope, who was in awe of the highest healing stone he owned, recovered the healing stones of his disciple and handed it to her.

And the next day.

“I need more.”

The saint once again secretly requested a healing stone.

Finally, on the third day, the Pope had no choice but to take out the high-grade healing stone he had in his hand.

“Thank you for keeping your promise to support us with anything. I must be excited too.”

As the saint said that, she couldn't even say that it would be difficult to apply any more because she used her darkened eyes as if contemplating.

'I don't think I'll use all of the divine power in the healing stone.'

That night, the Pope, who had gone to bed with some kind of heartburn, woke up in the middle of the night with a terrifying surprise.

Whoa uh huh!

Suddenly, it was because of the huge explosion that resounded outside the place.

“Pope! Instead, an intruder appeared before!”

Soon, the pale priests rushed to the pope's residence.

“intruder!?”

Aww!

This time, the sound of something collapsing shook the earth. The whole building was on the verge of collapsing, so the Pope hurriedly evacuated after putting on his coat.

“That... That person!”

The Pope was astonished. Not long ago, he was appointed by Priest Maurice, whom he had appointed as headmaster... !

“How the hell did that evil thing break into the temple!? Although the Holy Knights are strictly monitoring, and checking the identity through holy water every time!”

Free was a special devil.

And Priest Maurice, wearing the devil's horns, was grabbed by the collar and beaten without a chance to breathe.

***

At first, Isidor didn't like my flight to Hellia.

If the disquieting warlock forces remained, it was because he assumed that it was most likely in Hellia.

“There seems to be a force in Heleia to incite the people.”

“What kind of agitation?”

“It is said that the saint should consecrate not only the capital, but also Heleia. Heleia has a temple instead, and it is also the hometown of Saint Naila.”

“Ummm…”

“It looks plausible at first glance, but there are also corners that are overheated somewhere.”

“It’s daring to spread public opinion like that and encourage the people… .”

“yes. Maybe he's trying to figure out how to react.”

“Why?”

“This is my guess to the last, but an insider who knows that the color of the holy object has become cloudy, may not have assumed that the princess-sama’s condition was also not normal?”

“!”

“Also, from my experience, the dark under the lamp is very well used by the Warlocks.”

“It sounds like the temple is a typical blind spot.”

“yes. Because it is an autonomous territory, the Empire cannot send troops without a special reason.”

“However, in order to enter and exit the temple, you must be identified with holy water… ”

“Still, there is nothing wrong with being a hundred times careful, so never leave my side.”

“yes.”

Still, I wondered if there were any crazy demons going in and out of the temple, but the words of the thought body were nothing more than confirming Isidore's guess and killing him.

- Always be mindful. That if there is light, there is shadow.

-After all, it seems that something suspicious has flowed into the temple.

The guy didn't contradict Isidor's words, and sent out a gentle wave as if arguing.

'It's as if the warlock infiltrated the temple and fed them all.'

So, as soon as I returned to the temple, I quickly hid the rosary that had been restored to its pure white state.

'Let's keep pretending there's a problem with the relic.'

So that the special remnant hiding in the shrine can feel this moment as an opportunity for genius Il-woo.

'Actually, there's a leak in my power, and I've lost my body in the meantime, so it's easier to deceive. '

Also, there are two reasons why I procrastinate on the excuse of cleansing ceremonies and keep asking the Pope for a Healing Stone.

First, in order to subtly reveal that my divine power status is not good.

'Perhaps the Pope is not trying to hide this fact.'

The temple had the duality of wanting to get along well with the saint, but wishing the saint's halo to be dimmed a little.

Every time a warlock or demon appears, he's been late to react, and he's been criticized for claiming to be a fake saint.

'Even donations have drastically decreased.’

As expected, instead of giving away my high-quality healing stones right away, the Pope retrieved the healing stones that men had for the purification ceremony.

'And the second.'

To make the hidden remnants nervous.

He was afraid that I might regain my power by acquiring the high-grade healing stone the Pope had, so I thought that something was going to come to 'here' to surprise me.

“It was you. The name… Was it Maurice?”

As expected, late at night, a suspicious man appeared around this area.

Inside the sanctuary, in front of the secret door connected to the goddess statue.

'Actually, only the dolls I received from Michelle are placed in the sanctuary.'

Inside the sanctuary, the entrance leading to the large statue of the goddess looked like a sewer lid, so it was also a place where the guards I brought were not properly guarded.

'Actually, I didn't do it on purpose.'

However, short-range teleport scrolls with coordinates here were distributed to allies standing around the sanctuary. So that can run right away if I give you a signal.

“This was once my hometown, did you think only you would know the entrance to the secret passage to the sanctuary?”

Morris, who was looking around with her characteristic smiling face, looked around, and as I approached her, her eyes were smiling and only her lips were grotesquely contorted.

“Come on, wait a minute. Why are you doing this all of a sudden? Lady!”

“You, why are you wandering around here in the middle of the night? You are winning.”

“I just couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk… .”

“Kids like you have to be just right to make up their minds.”

As I did with Miya, I grabbed his arm and infused it with divine power.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

At that moment, even the corners of his smiling eyes were distorted like a devil, and as his skin melted, horns began to appear on his forehead.

‘Because it’s an intermediate level demon, it looks like it can withstand holy water.'

I was surprised in my heart.

This is because he was quite a giant.

“Wow! How the hell do you know!?”

The devil asked, groaning in pain.

“It was suspicious to split the threads from the beginning.”

According to Naila's memory, the devil who pretends to be a human was often over-smiling in order to be liked like this.

'They don't understand the complex emotions of human beings, so they just laugh and watch.'

But the day he came to escort me, even though my father was staring at me like a viper, I couldn't understand the atmosphere, and I was fussy.

'It's not like I'm sane.'

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 14

- Well, I just had it because it looked good. And he's a celebrity, so I've never met him.

- Really?

-His portrait also roams the streets of Horun district! It's similar to that.

-.....

-You are the most handsome! Seeing you, that guy is a complete seafood man.

- … Yes?

-oh, of course!

- Better than Locke Visconti?

- That's your previous life! Even their faces and voices all look the same, what do they compare?

-different! Here, the eyes and the shape of the lips are better than him.

- I don't know... .

Isidor was about to sting again, so I quickly reached out with his hair to comfort him.

-Ugh. You're like a big dog that doesn't listen.

- You've been stroking my hair while thinking like this.

Still, as if feeling better, he rests his head in my hands. It seemed possible that the souls could come into contact with each other, but it didn't feel like touching the hair, so it was a little awkward.

- Go back and do it.

He seemed to wag his tail like a puppy.

-Your past life was like a ferocious cat. that's interesting.

-It was on the side of the dog, but I was not honest. I regretted it until I died. I couldn't let go of my pride and spit out words that didn't make sense to me. It was a past life filled with regret and longing.

-.....

Now with the conversation it became clear.

As Isidor was dragged into this space, like me, he remembered everything that happened in his previous life.

But just as I was Deborah Seymour and not Nailla, Isidor had not changed otherwise.

-By the way, isn't it blasphemy to do this in a temple?

- Even though the princess is a saint, I can make a rule that allows skinship at this time.

-I don't think I will come to the temple in the future, but why do I have to fight with the Pope and do good things for others... .

-Is that good?

-Look at what's in your favor!

The two of us had a refreshing conversation, holding hands and crossing the campus where cherry blossoms fell like snow.

-The romance of a campus couple is now being realized.

- campus?

- It has a similar meaning to the academy.

-Well. I should have been reborn twice... .

He was truly sorry.

-I just imagined, I think Sir might have lived well here as well. He must have been a really popular senior.

- The princess had a good life too. I grew up beautifully amongst a family that was quarrelsome and grumpy.

As if he had seen the soybean family in his previous life, sadness and fondness rang out from the souls he touched. Full understanding and sympathy were transferred intact.

-and… Thank you so much for persevering in the deep darkness.

It also conveys the sad and painful feelings of watching my soul wandering in the abyss for a long time due to the curse of the devil.

'Is it on purpose? '

Perhaps the thought body wanted to call Isidore here rather than me.

He told me it didn't matter if I was a demon or a demon grandpa, but today I felt understood by him, down to the depths of darkness at the bottom of my soul.

- Isidor, don't be too sad. Actually, I don't really remember what it was like in the abyss, but I'm sure I was fine. I must have been looking forward to seeing you again.

Even when the cold wave came, I knew that flowers would bloom someday. Because he taught me.

- You have flirted with flowers in the past.

- Because you like flowers.

Isidor put the folded lavender in my hand.

Eventually, the paper slowly turned into a circle of light and began to spread, and after a while the world turned white as if in heaven.

- Deborah... .

At that moment, the thoughtful body, who had been quiet the whole time, called me in a very serious voice.

-oh?

- Always keep that in mind. That if there is light, there is shadow.

-After all, it seems that something suspicious has flowed into the temple.

To Isidor's conjecture, the thought body gave a rather abstract answer instead of denying it.

-… Even if you light many candles with one candle, the light of the first candle does not fade.

-.....

- Eternal light will be with you.

After the guy's meaningful remarks, the intense light that surrounded him began to fade, and the presence of the thought body was clearly blurred.

-do not be like this.

I caught him all in a hurry.

- Are you going to disappear like this? Isn't it?

-I am the wish you made. A long-awaited wish has come true, and there is no reason to exist anymore.

Thought body's voice got smaller and smaller, and I screamed louder and louder.

- Still, I don't want to say goodbye like this. Even you don't even have a name yet!

- Build it later.

-...!

- Deborah, actually I wanted to eat a big marshmallow someday. Hot chocolate too.

-.....

-And on a snowy day, I'll make a big snowman... So… .

Thought's voice became less and less audible, it was as if he heard a soft whisper that for some reason we would meet again soon.

And this is a later story, my second child with Isidor enjoyed making a snowman in the winter and eating marshmallows while sipping warm chocolate.

4. What happened in the temple instead (2)

“..Ugh!”

When the white light faded and I opened my eyes, as if nothing had happened, I was standing in front of the sanctuary inside the temple. Holding the white rosary, the gray energy had disappeared.

… However, there were no more intense beatings and reverberations of the soul that I felt whenever I saw an object. The thought body is really trembling.

'really… Will I ever see that guy again?'

“Princess! What's going on!?”

“Lady?”

There was no time to be immersed in regret, and the surroundings became noisy as if surprised by my sudden action.

Judging by the other people standing over the gates of the sanctuary and wandering around, it seems that the long time spent with thought body was really fleeting here.

I glanced at Isidor, who was clutching my wrist to prevent my soul from being sucked in.

As soon as he let go of his wrist, I quickly slipped the rosary into my dress pocket, hid it, and coughed for nothing.

As he approached the pope with a very gloomy expression on his face, he became serious at the same time.

“Why are you doing this, Lady?”

“I beg the Pope to ask for advice.”

***

After a while, I moved to the area where I had confessions with the Pope.

It was just the two of us to talk.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

He was restless for fear that there might have been a problem with the holy relics.

“Pope, the sacred energy of the Holy Spirit has become very cloudy due to the cracks in the past. At this rate, even holy water cannot prevent contamination and corrosion.”

“Oh, that can’t be!”

The pope's eyes widened in astonishment.

“But that doesn't mean there isn't a way at all. Today at midnight, when the moon rises, I will have a ceremony to purify the holy things.”

“Oh. If I do the purification ritual, do the holy things come back?!”

“Yes. I don't know exactly how long it will take... .”

The pope seemed to believe my words like crazy.

'Maybe I, surprisingly, have a talent for being a pseudo-teacher?'

“Is there anything else I can help you with? I will support you with everything you need for the purification ceremony, saint.”

“We need a place of divine energy. The previous sanctuary seemed appropriate.”

I said, remembering the statue of the saint of Naila that stood tall in the center of the sanctuary.

“Yes, use whatever you want.”

“and… Corrupted energy may come in during the purification ceremony, so it is better to do the ceremony alone. So, please don't let this spread out as much as possible.”

I silenced my voice and spoke secretly.

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“Because of those bad rumors, when I went to the department alone, the only senior who looked after me and took care of me without prejudice was Dohee.”

“She was a real wingless angel. When I was thinking about taking a leave of absence because of a big problem in my family, even though Dohee was busy, took part in the work and helped out until dawn, so I didn't drop out of school.”

“She was a senior with a really good personality, but she looked so busy that she couldn’t even talk properly… .”

“Everyone liked Dohee, but I’m really, really sorry.”

“You know what? When the staff cleaning the hallway collapsed, senior Dohee gave first aid and called an ambulance, so I was able to receive treatment right before a major problem occurred.”

“She was really kind, so there were a lot of good kids around her. I couldn't even talk because Kim Han-jun sunbae kept her from coming.”

“Ah, that dog is the real senior bastard.”

I'm so grateful that someone told me what I wanted to say.

“Ah, but Kim Han-jun, that crazy little dog is funny.”

“Why?”

“Suddenly, while drinking, he called out Dohee's name and he was sobbing and vomiting, and he wasn't even angry. I was filming a new monodrama by myself, but I saw something I couldn't really see!”

“You can’t see that person’s face these days, so what is he doing?”

“I don't know. He said that he was drinking alcohol every day, and then Matteng went and couldn't doze off, and he just took a leave of absence before the semester started. Rumor has it that he is still drunk these days.”

It's not that Mattang didn't graduate because he went, but he didn't have any skills at all.

The professor would never let him pass the thesis, and even if he graduated, there was no answer, so he was on an indefinite leave of absence to save his face. It's called an honorable death.

“Oh, by the way, is there anyone in touch with Dohee’s senior family members?”

“I keep getting letters to the department office to see if her family has moved. It must have been written down as the second address on the paper.”

“What letter?”

“It’s a letter from a facility kid that Dohee-senpai donated. So it's kind of like calling not to send... ”

“Wow, only real waves and waves are coming out. ”

“That’s it.”

As I listened to them, I quickly walked towards the department's office where the letter from the child was.

thought body spoke to me as I was moving silently.

- There are too many people who like you here without knowing it.

-… I see. I didn't know.

I just scratched the tip of my nose. Although semi-transparent state did not scratch properly .

- That's why, Lucifer's curse that covered your soul was purged in an instant, and a strange thing happened when the God sensed your lost soul.

- What kind of anomaly?

-You are not originally born in Korea, but you were born.

-right.

- Two completely unrelated dimensions intersect, and cracks form at the intersection, allowing you to see the future of this place, albeit for a moment. The future of Asteria without you.

-ah! That +19 novel.

-yes. It's like reading a prophecy.

- If possible, I'll show you to the end.

The thought-form caused a great ripple as if sympathizing again.

-If the rift was bigger, we could have seen more of the future.

- The writer was not lazy. Anyway, I was lucky enough to have averted a planned catastrophe thanks to reading the novel.

I felt a strange feeling.

It's a phone call, and it seems that only bad luck comes in succession in life.

Life in the previous life seemed like only misfortunes were overlapped at first glance, but there were good relationships within it, and thanks to not losing goodwill, I was able to quickly escape the curse of the great devil.

'Also, the knowledge I gained here was very helpful.'

Thanks to different experiences and information about the future, I was able to face the devil more easily.

-Maybe, there won't be a single moment of meaningless time... .

Shoot-ah-

The moment I entered the department's office, a strong wind blew in through the open window, and the white letter on the desk fluttered like a butterfly. It was a reply from a child who I used to sent monthly donations and letters.

They were scattered one by one by the wind, and I slowly scanned the contents in the sunlight that shattered like jewels.

[thank you.]

I filled my eyes with the four letters engraved at the end of the letter.

It was probably the only word I wanted to hear the most in my previous life. And I felt that a true farewell to this world had come.

- Thank you too.

I muttered a bit bitterly. Now it was time to go back to where we were.

***

… I thought so.

-Hey, Mr. Thought?

It seems like it's time to go slowly, but at some point the guy doesn't answer.

-Mr thought-nim?

So I politely called.

-Answer me. I want to go home! You brought me all the way here, so I need you to take me home.

Where did he really go? Is it possible to become a ghost wandering the campus like this?

- This kind of joke is no fun. If you don't show up in 3 seconds, I know how to grind it to a fine powder as soon as I get out! Don't you think I can't break dragon bones? So, to be honest, it's a waste, but you know I'm very rich, right?

I even threatened outright that I would change the body, but the guy doesn't think about responding.

- Ha, what's really going on.

I scoured the campus for a while, trying to find the thought body, and then I felt exhausted, so I sat in the back of the faculty room where I was always sitting and fell on my desk.

- Where the hell did you go?

'I wonder what happened in the sanctuary that contained the rosary?'

But if it were, the thought body would have sensed it first and took action, but it was strange that it was so quiet.

-If you sleep like this, a miracle like that might happen the next day when you wake up in bed.

Deborah Bing's early days of 'sleep', which she tried many times while denying reality!

I didn't come to the place where I slept the best for nothing.

- through this time.

I lay on my stomach for a while and closed my eyes when suddenly something tapped my shoulder.

… wh, who?

I raised my head in amazement, and then I looked at the person in front of me and opened my eyes wide.

-Who the hell are you?

- By any chance, you don't know me?

A soft smile crossed the man's eyes.

I was lost for a moment, then I came to my senses and coughed in vain.

-… Because he's the one I know.

The reason why I didn't recognize it for a moment was because Isidor was wearing an unfamiliar outfit.

- Probably right?

He was wearing a slim fit shirt with a toned body, and even had a watch on his wrist.

He grabs the desk and leans his head in front of me. He had a tight vein on his forearm, with his shirt rolled up.

He smiled as if he was going to decorate the cover of a foreign men's magazine, and he gently trimmed my messy hair.

- Am I dreaming?

- Please. It's time to go home, Deborah Youngae.

-by the way… Sir Isidor, why are you dressed like that?

- These clothes. Don't like it?

-no way. Handsome. the best. Perfect. thank you!

Since it was a state of the soul, the truth began to come out without any fuss.

-I tried to imitate the costume of the portrait that the princess had kept in the past, and you really like this. But who is that bastard? I thought it looked pretty good.

-uh?

- Princess, I saw the house of your previous life.

Aww! aww! Wait a minute.

Come to think of it, the clothes Isidor is wearing. It is similar to the one worn by the GQ cover model I kept in the box in my previous life.

That's... .

- Have you been watching Isidore? Since when!?

-Is it from the time the Princess followed Locke Visconti with a very excited face?

- Me, when am I? And if you're by my side, give me a sign! too bad!

-When the thought body pulled the princess's soul out of the body, my soul came with it too, but even though I could hear it and see it, my voice couldn't reach it.

- Why?

- The thought body didn't seem to want to be interrupted by the conversation with the princess. Maybe now he's allowed us to meet.

He looked around slowly with his characteristic quest planted eyes.

- It's a strange dimension. The fact that he has no mana at all and he has a high-level civilization. This stuff is also interesting.

He looked at the magazine and said, waving his wrist watch that he realized.

- You seem to have already adapted to this place.

Maybe Isidor is the real possessive body. Now, he was a Harley Queen's male protagonist, who can be seen by anyone.

-If I could understand the language here, I would have known better about Princess, but that's a pity.

Isidore didn't seem to understand the words of his family and classmates due to the language barrier. But everything else seemed to have been grasped through conversations between me and the thought body.

- If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would have been hard to believe.

He said in a voice full of determination.

- thanks.

- what?

- Not so long ago, Princess-sama thought our world was a novel. But in order to be considerate of me, I tried to hide that part and tell only the truth and the core as much as possible.

-.....

As always, he is very kind.

-you… Makes me feel like a really good, nice person. every time.

- You're a good person, aren't you? So it must have been love at first sight Twice.

It was a contradiction to fall in love at first sight, but it was true only to the two of us.

He smiled as he loosened his tie.

-I want to explore this world more, but I don't think the time will be long... .

- Do you know where the thought body is?

-yes. But before...

-yes?

- In the past, who was the man that the princess held until the portrait?

Obviously, he is smiling brightly like a flower, but I can feel the thorns inside.

Although there is a language barrier, there is no barrier to painting, so Isidor was mistaken for the GQ magazine as a portrait of a certain man.

I can't even tell a proper lie because I'm in a state of my soul and I can't make up my face. It is impossible to overwrite that magazine with Yoon Do-yeon, a blood relative of a previous life!

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Yoon Do-hee, who passed by quickly as a child, had a much calmer and more mature face than I thought. She seemed to have atrophied somewhere.

Because it's not easy to assert yourself among selfish families.

Even if the other person behaves unfairly, it is difficult to resent or get angry, so I would rather yield and take a step back… .

The video of Yoon Do-hee's biography, which was flowing at thousands of times, was running towards the end that I knew.

I couldn't bear my anger and came out as if I was running away from home, and I got into a car accident... .

- After that.

-!!

Again, my view flipped, and I was thrown into a place I was terribly familiar with.

It was the living room of the house I lived in in a previous life.

***

“You, in Dohee’s name, don’t she have any insurance?”

“I’m looking for it right now, so don’t look at me and stay still. Dohee is a well-prepared girl, so she might have put something in it.”

'Wow. Fuk, They are really consistent people.'

I feel absurd before my life, my family… No, I looked at people like they are cattle.

I expected that they wouldn't sincerely commemorate my death due to their personality, but I'm sure they're trying to figure out how to get insurance money.

I can't come out without cursing.

Young-sook Jang, who looked like her mother, who was searching through Do-hee Yoon's belongings, frowned. What she carried was a thank-you letter and pamphlet from a donation organization.

“Do-hee, why did he donate 100,000 won a month to this fraudulent organization? You should have insurance or something.”

I was so shocked that I almost grabbed the back of my neck.

Hey, isn't there a scam group out there? What a famous children's foundation!

No matter how good I was, I would have donated every month to an organization I had never heard of because of my lack of money.

To be honest, it was a real scam that Ms. Jang Young-sook's friends' insurance encouraged her to buy this. The payment period is terribly long, and the conditions for compensation are strict.

I wanted to refute it because it was unfair, but I did not want to live as Yoon Do-hee again, so I quietly watched the situation.

“Not long ago, didn’t you even buy bike insurance just because you learned to ride a bike? By the way, how can you leave out Dohee's insurance in the midst of all that stuff?”

That's it.

“Then you guys are here! Why is it that the human being who has been arguing every day that the insurance fee is not worth it has come and didn't take out insurance!?”

Their conversation quickly escalated into a fight, and the younger brother in the room suddenly opened the door and came out screaming.

“ah! Don't you know I have a few days left for the exam? There is no soundproofing already, so it will be noisy.”

“Ah Dokyun. ...Mom quietly sorry, I'll do it.”

“Huh? Where do you come from, man, yelling? Man, give me your report card.”

Man-guk Yoon seemed to have a hard time dealing with the horned woman, Young-sook Jang, so she started catching the youngest son like a mouse, and when he saw his report card, she was furious.

“Did you even get this as a score!? Do you know how much money you get out of your tuition a month?”

“Ah-oh! Our house is the only house that is so fussy with only a million won tutoring fee!”

“Hey man! Your sister only listened to Lee Ingang, which cost 30,000 won, and went on to a prestigious university.”

“Ah, why is Dohee sister appearing all of a sudden? That older sister didn't look like her mom and her dad, so she had good brain.”

“What? This bastard!”

“My mother certainly did. Dohee sister also looks good, and she said she didn’t come out of your belly.”

At that moment, the first, Yoon Do-yeon, who was in the room, jumped out with the sound of the door being opened.

“what? 1 million won for tutoring?! Let's listen, let's listen, it's ridiculous and my nose is stuffed. Mom! I guess I only invested half of Yoon Do-kyun’s.”

“Auntie, get a job. She can't even get married until she's that age, and she plays and eats in the corner of her room. Preparing for public announcement, honestly, isn't it?”

“hey! Do you want to go backwards? You bastard like a pig's foot!”

“Yoon Do-yeon! Why throw that expensive thing!”

Watching the cockroaches fighting while throwing even a catch, I was terrified inside.

'I fight to become a real powder.'

I thought that the makjang family was not called the soybean flour family for nothing.

By the way, the situation didn't go to extremes like that usually, but when I think about it, when those humans start fighting, I was the one who stopped them in the middle.

I used to close my mouth when I ordered chicken or jjajangmyeon after fighting hard.

'It's too late.'

But when there was no one to stop them, they fought and fought until neighbors reported the noise to the police. It was a mass of waste itself.

Shortly thereafter, they received a notice from the landlord asking them to leave the house. Complaints came from all directions, and it was a natural result, as there was a mess in the corners of the room and even the veranda.

“What, it’s too narrow!”

And since the rent price has risen, they have had no choice but to move to a smaller house.

“We don't have Do-hee Yoon, so I’m only now getting my own proper room, but how can I live in a house like this from now on? Aren't you all in my room this time?”

Looking around the two-room house, Yoon Do-yeon was very annoyed.

“Do you know how hard it was to rent this house? Even the pocket money you used to get every month is now bending our backs! Do-hee added even a penny while working part-time to a household that was still not there, but this guy didn't even get a job and was just irritable!”

“Since when did my mother take care of Yoon Do-hee? Suddenly you say every time, Do-hee! Do-hee! Honestly, does mother have the right to say that? She didn't have insurance, so things got really complicated!”

“What? Is it my fault?”

“Then who is to blame for all this?”

“Hey! You get out of my house!!”

“why me? If you give birth, take responsibility!”

They uttered abusive language to the point where the onlookers got tired of it, and they always blamed each other. It was Abigail.

'There is no other hell.'

The tension that even that Lucifer sticks out his tongue.

In the meantime, my father picked up some strange information and came to hear it, and he pulled up a third financial loan and invested it in the operating owner and threw it all away.

“What? how much do you blow How could you be that old and still immature? it's crazy?”

First Lady Jang Young-sook slapped Yoon Man-guk on the back and made a fuss.

“Did I just say good sleep? Didn't this happen after trying to make you and your children live in a big and comfortable house without worrying about money?”

“No power? I'm foolishly deceived to throw money Don't make excuses for us! You're a bum!”

“An excuse?! Had I been there, would I have entered such risky stocks with a straw hat? If it were him, he would have gone to a large company, but how reassured I must have been! Why am I the only one working in this every corner? How come there are only carnivores!”

“What!? Insects? Who eats the food provided by such insectivores!?”

“What’s the point of savoring and eating a tasteless curry for a week?”

“hey! Yoon Man-guk! Don't campaign with a monthly salary that's the size of a rat's tail! All of my friends' husbands are now responsible and moved. You're the only one who babbles! know?!”

“This woman! sudden!”

“Hit it! hit it! And stamp it!”

Rather than getting a divorce, screaming, the situation is getting worse and worse, but I got into this situation. No one was trying to hang up. We just blame each other.

‘And how come you seem to be looking for me more than before? '

Whenever they fight, I get goosebumps when I see Yoon Do-hee's name being mentioned and criticizing and demeaning each other. How long were you planning to eat your back?

'They are all people who don't want to see the real thing.'

nothing more to see No one was trying to bring the finale to life. We just blame each other.

nothing more to see Just as the finale of the play was clear, their future was also clearly visible.

Since Yoon Man-guk borrowed the money from the debentures, the real hardship door has been opened. In the future, there will be no reason to fight like that.

'To pay off debt.'

They will soon realize the fear of loan and welfare, and they will blame each other for the rest of their lives, chasing only money.

***

- It's self-sufficient.

Thought body looked at the family and evaluated them coldly, and I let out a short sigh with a vague feeling.

- Deborah, you don't have to be complicated. You only reap what you sow. Isn't it pleasant? Those people sacrificed you and oppressed you to get my greed.

-… It's crazy to do it I should have realized sooner that those humans were irresistible.

In the name of family, I of a previous life had endured them too long.

Well, I have to regret it, but it's all in the past.

That was then. The background changed again, and this time the familiar college campus background unfolded.

In April, when spring came, the pink cherry blossoms were fluttering like snow, and the students gathered together, laughing and chatting happily.

There was no room in my heart, so at that time the scenery passed by quickly.

For some reason, I thought it would be my last chance to capture the scenery of my previous life so vividly, so I looked around carefully.

As I glanced around the places where I once devoted my 20s youth, but now there is not even a faint feeling left, I ran into familiar faces. They were the same architecture, classmates and juniors.

They were sitting around the lawn with the delivery food in the middle, chatting.

"This was a lecture note that Dohee senior lent me, but I couldn't repay it properly. "

Suddenly, the name of Yoon Do-hee came out of someone's mouth and I swallowed my breath.

I didn't even go to the department MT well because I was doing part-time work and homework at the same time. I thought you didn't know my name well because it was so cheesy.

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-Sh*t. Where else I am? Why did this happen again!

I certainly didn't say it out loud, but my thoughts echoed through the space.

-Is it the unconscious world?

As if I did an echo setting, my thoughts echo in the air again.

- Rosary, weren't you on my side? That's a lot of power from my long past life!

While feeling absurd, Lock Visconti came into my sight, and I shut my mouth and held my breath. To see it in a dream and to feel it vividly like a 4D screen is a different feeling.

… He looks just like the real Isidor. Although his personality over there seems a little more sassy.

It also felt like a preview of Isidor's 30s.

-Isn't this the level where you have to pay a fee?

I followed him as he strode down the hallway, as if possessed.

Standing still, Lock Visconti, clutching the doorknob, closed his eyes, took a long deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He clenched his teeth until his chin bulged out. He seemed to be holding back his tears.

In the room, there was Naila, who was running out of time.

On the day of the decisive battle when the red moon rose, the great demon came down to the ground with his corps, and many people were killed and injured.

Amidst the abyss, Nyla managed to defeat the demon, but it was not a real victory. I used my body full of strong divine power as a vessel to absorb and neutralize the power of the devil.

And as a result of the aftermath, Nyla lived a limited life. She said that the magic that had entered her body began to contaminate her organs as well.

“Come.”

Naila smiles at the man with a pale face. I felt so desperate for how to smile, so if I had tear glands now, I would have cried unintentionally.

“It snowed today. It's cold, it's terribly cold.”

Locke Visconti said bluntly, wiping the snow from my shoulder.

“Still, it was bleeding.”

He held the folded flower in open purple paper in his thin hand.

as if to be strong.

“It’s your favorite lavender.”

“thank you.”

Her fingertips, which were stained black by the magic, trembled finely.

“Don’t say that like a habit. Tell me what starts with 'sa'. It's the best thing you've ever heard To be honest, I can't hear any other words.”

“Hey.”

“Uh, there it is.”

“… I remember?”

“What.”

“The story of the next life.”

Nyla had a firm belief that there would be a next life. It was also a premonition of a saint who was most closely connected with God.

“Remember, you said you were going to be a bad girl next time? good luck I will stick by your side and support you. It would be nice if the flies didn’t get entangled.”

“… Hehe.”

“Even if you laugh like a fool, it's annoying because it's cute.”

“… I love you.”

“me too.”

Lock Visconti's voice settles low.

The two took a deep breath while holding each other's presence.

how much time has passed

The man's breath was rough with sorrow, and thinned like a soft hidden gift of a woman.

And by the end of it, she was so weak that he could no longer feel her presence.

Then came the deep darkness. It was an abyss without a single light.

Even though it was definitely the last in my memory, I was silent for a while, engulfed in deep emotions.

That was then.

- Deborah... .

-Oh, that voice!

The wet voice that flowed from the rosary illuminates the darkness and spreads like ripples. Thump thump, the constriction of the blood vessels and the sensation of the whole body trembling shook the detonator again.

-what is your identity? It doesn't seem like I'm going to teach you anything.

An unidentified voice answered my words.

-I know you well, now you're Deborah, you were once Yoon Do-hee, you used to be Na-ila.

- How the hell do you... ?

- Because I watched.

- Did you watch? Could it be your ancestor?

- anc, your ancestors... !? If I had to define it in human language, I'm a 'body of thought'. Although it does not actually exist, it can be said that it is a form created by the gathering of aspirations.

He didn't like the title of ancestor god, so he hastily started introducing himself.

-desire?

-Yes. You in the past... I put the divine power into a pure white rosary with the desire to share the next life with the person you love.

- I remember that.

-So did Locke Visconti. The white beads hanging from the rosary were made by processing the fangs of the golden dragon that Locke loved.

-Oh My God. It was really precious.

The bones of dragons, which existed only in ancient times, are now very small.

-okay. A man I knew only hand carved the one and only heirloom and presented it to you. With the desire to share the future with you for a long time.

-Then, it means that you are a thought-form created by the meeting of the two's aspirations... ?

-right. It was always nestled in that rosary.

-So your voice sounds familiar.

Although her voice was neutral, there was a similarity to Naila's docile Han Woollim. So, as soon as the rosary was called, I may have stretched out my hand without realizing it.

-Yes. I have a lot to show you.

Once again, the past is vividly unfolding before your eyes.

Against the backdrop of a blood-red full moon, an evil voice resounded through the space, causing a terrifying chill.

- I'm up! House, damn you cheeky bastard, dare!Do you think it will end like this? You won't die pretty! You will suffocate as you struggle in the excruciating pain of rotting your organs! In the abyss, under the bridle of torment, I will struggle forever!

The voice of Lucifer, who has now disappeared.

The devil poured a curse with all his might on Naila, who used her body as a vessel to absorb magic.

- Oh, you bad bastard... . Guess who's not the devil?

The thought body sympathized with my words. a ripple.

- Because of the curse of Lucifer, who is attached to you like a demon, your soul falls into the abyss, out of the reach of the god. After wandering in the deep darkness for a while, he reincarnated in a different dimension, not where he was originally arranged.

“.....”

- Under unhappy circumstances.

- That was Yoon Do-hee.

-yes… .

Thought-form's voice subsided melancholy.

-And the body of Deborah, where your soul was originally supposed to go, will be occupied by an evil spirit.

- That demon, Deborah Seymour, who was doing all kinds of evil before I possessed it, right... ?

-Yes. Being an evil spirit from under Lucifer, he was selfish, violent, and was always vicious in seeing others do better than me.

The thought body spoke in a cold tone.

- And I was attracted to Pilaf, a soul with a color similar to mine.

- Where is the demon now?

-You, the original owner of the body, bounced back as you came back.

-Is she still here?

-The memories of being human were shattered, so she must have lost herself and returned to the form of resentment. Perhaps, when her master, Lucifer, perished, they perished together.

It was fortunate out of misfortune that the evil spirit was thrown away and left behind fragments of memories. Fortunately, it took less time to adjust to when I was possessed.

- You have to be precise! You didn't possess the character in the novel, but you returned to your place. to the place originally assigned to you.

The thought-body made waves in succession.

- Now everything is back in place. The journey has never been smooth, but... hell you did it.

The guy muttered.

-You don't know how much that damn evil spirit choked me when she pretended to be the soul of Mirju's daughter.

In fact, at the time of possession, Deborah was just one step away from the real family register.

-Oh, by the way, Mirju Seymour is the previous life of your father, Georges A Seymour. Mirju was the invitation of the Seymour family, and he was a great wizard who cared for you like his daughter. He is famous for his filthy personality, so if you had any welfare, you wanted to resemble that snake-like human.

-ah. I remember that... .

-Hmm, anyway, it was the worst situation, you destroyed Lucifer with divine magic. That's great.

It's strange to hear that someone has been watching me struggle, even empathizing with me, and telling me that I'm amazing. It wasn't a bad feeling. A little shy though.

- When your wish comes true, I wanted to meet you like this. Because I was a thought-form created by your soul, I was able to keep you up and running.

-Aha. So I pretended there was a problem. To call you back instead of me.

I was worried that the color of the sacred object had changed, but it turned out that this was a ruse devised by this guy.

- Hmmmm! I also mix with Lock's thoughts, so I'm not as kind as you.

The guy said as if making excuses.

- Are you that kind? I liquidated my hogu life. I don't know because I've been watching for a long time.

- That doesn't change the essence of your soul, but... Honestly, it's been an hour.

The thought body seemed to be truly relieved. It's true that it's hard to live in this tough world if you're just too kind.

-By the way, proverbs are great. Remember what Locke Visconti said, Deborah?

“ha. You'll have to be reborn twice to become a bit more toxic.”

To the question of the thought body, I answered yes, recalling what he had said in the past.

-Thanks to that proverb, you did not disappear in the abyss, but were reborn in the dimension that was nearby.

The guy added admiringly.

-I was half serious and half joking, I told you that you will have to be reborn twice to become toxic. I really hoped that you were reborn twice, and your soft personality became so poisonous.

- Yoon Do-hee's life was so spicy that I couldn't help but get excited.

Although Nyla had a harsh fate of being the savior of a dystopian world where demons run rampant, she still had a passionate love affair with the most handsome man in the world.

On the other hand, Yoon Do-hee... .

- It seems that you only studied for your family, a part-time job, an entrance exam, and a job hunting.

-By the way… Aren't you curious?

-What?

-Since Yoon Do-hee, who was born before you, left.

I was startled. This is because, suddenly, the previous life that the thought body was watching began to flow in a fast-forward way before my eyes.

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You have come to me to solve a problem with the holy thing, and it would be difficult to ask if I only emphasized my pure heart.

“I like the scent of tea because the Pope is so worried about me that he even comes to the capital.”

I said with a face as docile as possible. To make it even more gritty.

“Yeah… Hmmmm! But, Lady.”

“Yes, tell me.”

“I have news that the Apocalypse of Saints must be keenly aware of.”

“News?”

Seeing that he says 'news' instead of 'request', he is a human being with a corner like a squirrel.

“Saint Naila left a great relic to ward off the peculiar darkness more than a thousand years ago, in the early days of the founding of Asteria.”

“Of course I do. Because I am the incarnation of a saint. You are talking about the rosary that the cardinal brought during the incense ceremony, right?”

“Yes. By the way… Something is wrong with that holy thing.”

The white rosary was the most prized in the temple, and was only opened to the outside when the pope personally visited or incense ceremonies. However, there was a problem with the sacred objects in this situation where public sentiment towards the temple was at a low level.

Sooner or later, instead, an annual event will be held in the temple, and the Pope will be very upset because he cannot go out with the holy relic in question.

But I pretended not to know anything, and spoke as the Pope intended.

“Hey, there’s something wrong with my stuff. As the incarnation of a saint, it is not a matter to be overlooked.”

I put down the teacup with a serious look on my face, and stared at the Pope seriously.

“Let’s see the condition of things.”

“Yes! Yes! Saint.”

The pope responded quickly with a reddened face, and I reached out as if to offer something.

“That, that… .”

“What?”

“The color of the rosary beads suddenly started to change slightly, so to prevent discoloration, I put it in holy water with strong deity. So… Excuse me, could you stop by the Dominion of Heleia?”

***

The news of Princess Deborah's sudden departure to Heleia caused a stir in the capital.

Of course, it is natural and common sense for a saint to visit before, at the invitation of the Pope.

“There’s nothing strange about it… .”

When the saint saw all of Princess Deborah, it was somehow awkward. Because it is a feeling that a fancy party venue is much more suitable than the papal court.

It wasn't just that.

“In Seymour, they have assembled an elite team of formidable men to escort Saint.”

“Of course, since it’s a saint, I can understand. The princess is the only one, but Deborah must be strong in the first place, why?”

“I have heard that the saint's divinity is merciless to evil demons, but merciful to men. People are scarier than ghosts, do you know? Whether a man with a bad heart will attack Saint-sama. She should be prepared for that.”

“Even though… Isn’t the power capable of annihilating a small country a bit too severe?”

“How much is it?”

“Once the Duke of Visconti and the Hundred Knights of whom he is the vice-leader all applied as escorts … .”

“In addition?”

“Duke Seymour, the owner of the tower, the elders of the tower, the battle unit of the tower led by Sir Rosa de, Sir Belek with the magic tools for attack… There are others.”

“Hey, stop it. I know you well enough.”

***

In front of the ancient teleport that moved from the capital to the former, the Pope and the priests, who met Princess Deborah and the others, were puzzled for a moment.

The last priests were especially surprised.

‘Gee, is she really a saint?’

I saw it as a portrait, but the real thing of the saint was so cold, I was surprised once and twice by the splendid lineup of the escort.

“He is the fiance of the saint whom I had only heard of… This is the Duke of Visconti.”

“Even the genius twins of the Seymour family… .”

“Isn’t that black-haired swordsman the rise of the sword?”

Famous celebrities that even the priests who live far from the capital are familiar with will go out to escort the saint.

'Are you going to wage a war with the temple?'

The Pope tried to hide his embarrassment.

“So many people follow! You will be amazed by the popularity of the saint. Of course, there are a lot of paladins who will protect the saints in the temple.”

The pope slightly turned around saying that there were too many escorts, but

“These people… I've reduced it to half and half. No more.”

The pope could not vomit any more because Princess Deborah spoke gloomily in a friendly voice somewhere.

“Hmmmm. Shall we leave then?”

After some time, the ancient warp gate carrying the great man came into operation, and Princess Deborah stepped in instead for the first time in her life.

“This magnificent building is the Holy See in the center of the Great Temple. Each piece seems to come to life.”

Thierry looked around the inside of the temple full of magnificent paintings and sculptures with admiration over and over again. After quitting daily gambling, his swordsmanship skills had grown dramatically, and he was barely able to be chosen as Princess Deborah's escort.

“Thieri, do you know that you don't came here for a tour?”

5 The princess bit her tongue when she saw Thierry's frivolous behavior.

“It’s not wrong, but I want you to protect the body of the Asteria nobles.”

"it's okay. The dignity and body of the Asteria nobles are already being protected there.”

Thierry proudly pointed to Isidore walking in the lead.

Instead, all the priests and servants passing through the temple glanced at him with a look of surprise. People who saw Isidor for the first time usually doubted their eyes and would react like that.

“Somehow, it seems to be getting better and better. The body is taller.”

“I wonder if it’s the sign of Epsilon and the flower of the year for nothing.”

“Whoa, even if Isidor looks a little less… ‌.”

“I’m sorry, but even assuming Isidor is a little less handsome… In many ways, you can’t.”

“Even though it looks so light, I was in the middle of healing the wounds of my broken heart, do I have to break even the bones?”

“You’re hot all over again.”

“What?”

“… Do you feel sympathy with you? It's a shame.”

While Thierry and the princess were having a sweet conversation, Isidor was paying close attention to the priests.

The holy relics were discolored, and the princess's divine power was slow to recover. Not a good sign.

If the remnants of the Warlock Mage remain, there was also a stronghold hiding here, pretending to be a priest like Miya Binoshu.

'I have experienced enough of the lesson that it is dark under the lamp...'

“Princess, the Pope isn’t guiding us to a place other than the holy place, is it?”

At Isidor's whisper, Deborah shook her head slightly.

“That's not right.”

Upon arriving here, the memories of Naila, who grew up in the temple in the past, came up again and again.

At the end of this labyrinthine corridor, there will be a sanctuary, a spring of water containing divine powers.

“We are here.”

The Pope, who had been walking for a while, stopped in front of a white marble arched door.

Beyond the door, in the center of the circular room, there was a large sculpture in the shape of Nyla, and below it was a small fountain.

“From here on, only a limited number of people can enter.”

At the Pope's words, Belek raised an eyebrow.

“What is the reason?”

“It is a place where holy water with high purity and divine power springs out, so to prevent external contamination… Lady!?”

That was then.

Suddenly, Princess Deborah passed the huge door and began to make her way towards the center of the room where the relic was located.

“Deborah!?”

***

'In addition… heart... ’

thump-thump

From the moment you discover the rosary contained in holy water, your heart begins to beat wildly like when you were incense burn.

My heart was beating so much that my eardrums hurt, and in front of my eyes, countless afterimages of the past flickered quickly. In the flood of memories, I suddenly felt a door.

How did that rosary elicit such a strong reaction?

‘At the time of incense, I awakened all my strength because of that thing. '

My heart beats like crazy every time I come across that white rosary, and I get caught up in a distant sensation, is it simply because it stimulates memories of my past life?

‘Hey, why are you doing this? '

As if asking a question, I stared at the rosary contained in the holy water.

‘And why did the color change like this?'

At that moment, a faint light began to emanate from the beads of the rosary, which had been dyed with a dull gray color. As if answering my question.

- *Deborah*

uh? I think you just called my name?

'A familiar voice... .'

As if possessed by a voice that seemed to contain sadness, I reached out for it... .

“Ugh!”

The moment I grabbed the smooth marble, a strong light flowed out of the six marbles and gradually began to draw a certain shape.

'no way… Magic circle?'

“sh*t.”

Something feels weird, but it's already too late.

The space around me shook like a wave, and I muttered a curse. The distortion of the space became more and more severe, and before long the floor on which I was standing swung like a swirling sea.

Standing precariously in the distorted space, I instinctively looked back. To find the first man that comes to mind when I sense any danger.

“Deborah!?”

The figure of Isidor calling to me, the dew flowed slowly like a video.

Confused, he came down and quickly grabbed his floundering arm, but soon the space began to distort relentlessly like oil on water, and I was thrown into a strange place.

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3. What happened in the temple instead (1)

“Huh? The Pope is coming directly to the capital?”

One day, as the cold gradually subsided and sleet wetted the ground, I received unexpected news.

'Leading that old body?'

I have been consistent in refusing letters from the first temple that I have been sent to.

The temple hasn't been helpful from one to ten in the past, and it's likely to be the case in the future. In addition, my current unstable divine power state also contributed to the rejection.

'If you whine to demonstrate your divine power, you get annoyed. Let's not get involved.'

I thought that I would resign even if my pride was hurt because I rejected every letter from the bishop to the Pope, but I was wrong.

The Pope sent a letter stating that he would go directly to the capital of Asteria, not to us, but to the imperial family.

[I'm sorry, I want to stop by the capital for a while to see the appearance of the saint.]

By publicly revealing the reason for the visit.

Why do you want to meet me until you bend your pride?

I suddenly wondered why he came to the capital while letting the whole world know about the unpleasant fact that he was consistently rejected by me.

“Isidor, why is the Pope so unreasonable that he wants to meet me?”

I went straight to Blanche and spoke with Isidore, who narrowed his brow slightly.

“.....”

“The public opinion of the imperial nobles about the temple is not good, so are you trying to make up for it using me?”

“… Of course, there must be such a motive, but my guess is that it is due to a problem inside the temple.”

Isidor seemed to know something.

“Internal problems?”

“The high-ranking priests who were dispatched to each region last month secretly returned to their former state instead. Not only high-ranking priests, but also priests who practiced fasting.”

“Did there be a big internal event? It’s like New Year’s Mass.”

“Even if there is a big event, the priests who are fasting do not move well. If you leave the training center, you have to start fasting all over again.”

He tapped the desk and spoke slowly.

“Anyway, the temple’s dynamics were hurting, so I grabbed one of the priests and tried to rob it, but it seems that there is a problem with the relics stored in the temple.”

“If it’s a holy thing, when it comes to incense… .”

At those words, I unknowingly lowered my back.

“Yes, the white rosary that the cardinal brought at the time of incense is a holy thing.”

“ah.”

I sighed briefly.

If the Pope is coming to me to inquire about the Holy Relics, then he will come. I am probably the only one who knows the true meaning and value of the white rosary, which is called the holy relic.

First of all, in order to explain the relic, it is necessary to point out the part where the imperial people are misunderstood.

The imperial people know that Naila cut her body into six pieces and built a barrier, but it was exaggerated and inflated in the future to emphasize the sacrifice of the saint, but it did not actually happen.

‘ugh… No, even though the spirit of sacrifice was strong, it wasn't that far... .'

But it wasn't just the story of the imperial saint that was not heard at all. For the future of Naila and her close friends, she raked the remaining divine power and created a barrier against the devil.

'I didn't cut out the body into six pieces, but I divided the divine power into six equal parts and put each bead on the rosary... .'

The white rosary went into the hands of the temple that usually handled Nilea's affairs, and the priests began to call it a holy thing.

The relics were kept in the temple instead of usual, but were only opened to the outside during a large-scale Mass conducted by the Pope himself or the incense ceremony commemorating the sacrifice of Saint Naila.

During the last incense, I was able to awaken a huge divine power in a timely manner because the white rosary is so special that it stimulates the memories of my previous life.

'Because the blood of Visconti, who was Naila's lover, seeped into Lock.'

As I recalled the white rosary, the harsh desert wind and the thick bloody smell of the man seemed to pierce my nostrils.

The sight of Isidor piercing through his rib cage also flickered in his eyes at the same time.

As similar memories overlapped, cold sweat formed on her palms.

I turned my head away from the irritation caused by the trauma.

There was something wrong with the rosary, so the priests gathered and guessed whether the Pope was trying to come here.

'I'm not very fond of it, but I have to see the Pope. '

At that moment, Isidor clenched the back of my hand tightly as if reading my mind, and her eyes shone resolutely.

“In the meantime, Princess-sama has done as much as she can. Not once, but twice. Let the temple take care of your troubles.”

“I tried to ignore it, but the pope is coming.”

“The Pope is also a human being, and if you rob it, anything will come. It looks like the temple is going downhill, don't you wonder how fast it rolls down if you push it from behind?”

Isidor threatened the pope and said insignificantly that he would further aggravate public opinion about the temple.

'Sometimes I don't know who the villain is.'

There were many people around me who were generous on my side but extremely harsh on others, so I was reassured.

“You don’t have to work. And in my heart, I think it went well.”

“Are you okay? What is it?”

“yes. The relic that the temple has. Originally it was mine.”

I tended to think of myself as separate from the me I was in my previous life, but this time, let's just move on.

“Then you should get it back.”

Maybe it's an opportunity to recover the rosary that flowed into the temple after Nila's death.

'If I'm lucky, I may find a clue that will give me back my depleted Divine Power... .'

***

“Where does this old man come from?”

When my father saw the letter from the imperial family, he immediately rebelled. In his letter it was written that the Pope was staying in the imperial reception room and eagerly awaiting the visit of the saint.

“Nevertheless, the Pope personally brought me from the Dominion of Heleia to the capital, so I will also go to the imperial family. Out of respect for the elderly.”

“Why do I respect him, an ignorant old man who can’t pay for his night? If you refuse because you are too busy, you should know it in moderation.”

“I have something to say.”

“What do you have to say with the old Pope? It’s like being a saint in the temple and forcing you to make sacrifices, even if I die, I can’t see it.”

“hmm ..… .”

It was the expected reaction, so I already prepared the answer.

“I’ve been trying not to tell you for fear of worry, but my divine power is not coming back.”

This was true. Recovery is considerably slower as if there was a leak.

“What?”

As if shocked by my words, my father's eyes twitched slightly.

“Why haven’t you said such an important thing yet… ! Maybe it's a health problem?”

“No. my body and mind are healthier than ever. Rest well, eat well, worry-free, and always be with the people I love.”

“Hmm! then… If you rest well and eat well, your divine power will come back.”

“If you have a problem with your body, you go to the doctor. Likewise, there is a problem with the divine power, so wouldn't it be quicker to ask the pope, who is an expert there?”

“The temple folks are very unbelievable… .”

“If you're not sure, would you like Isidor to preempt the Pope's weakness?”

“That's a good idea.”

Only then did my father relieve his hardened expression, and I could barely make an appointment with the Pope.

***

“I see you, Lady. My name is Morris, servant of the Lord. This year, I have been appointed bishop and have the honor of serving Saint.”

A bald man came to Seymour Townhouse and introduced himself. It was a high-ranking priest sent by the Pope to escort me to the imperial family.

“I am the princess of Seymour.”

I glanced at him, subtly emphasizing that she was not of a saint, but of the blood of filthy Seymour.

'You look young... Already a bishop.'

The gentle drooping corners of the eyes and the soft lips with a smile create a gentle feeling. It seemed to be quite popular with believers.

“I am infinitely happy to meet you.”

As Maurice drew his last name, my father, standing next to him, opened his mouth coldly.

“To take care of my daughter is too much to say that I am sorry. Keep this in mind and live with gratitude for the rest of my life.”

“Yes, Duke Seymour. I will make it happen.”

Morris, who still had a smile on his face despite my father's threat, led me to the carriage for the VIP.

“I will take you to the Pope.”

I stared at his light brown eyes for a moment, then got an escort and got into the carriage, and after a while I met the Pope.

“The great divinity that drove away darkness like the noonday sun, I was very moved. It is an honor to meet you here, saint.”

The Pope, whom I met in the royal palace, had luscious white hair, but I thought it would be perfect for missionary work because his voice was resonant compared to his small stature.

“Nice to meet you, I'm Deborah Seymour.”

After the usual greetings and exchanges, I sat down with the Pope.

As I sip my tea without saying a word, the Pope spoke first with a somewhat bewildered expression on his face.

“Until now, the dwarf was inexperienced, so we did not recognize the person impersonating the saint. She reacted late even when the demon was summoned. I am well aware that that broke the heart of Saint.”

I smiled softly.

“I have no reason to be offended by what I expected from the temple.”

Contrary to his expression, the pope gave a slightly sarcasm and bewildered expression, but quickly regained his composure.

“As a servant of the Lord, I will take good care of you in the future. The priests will spare no effort to preach to everyone so that the saint's name can be praised for generations to come.”

“I didn't expect that kind of answer. I didn't mean it that way.”

I quickly waved my hand.

“What I mean is, if you treat each other with a pure heart without asking for anything, there is no reason for each other to be heartbroken. Isn't it?”

The pope's lips twitched slightly at my words. It's difficult, but I can read everything about forcing myself to smile.

'It was good to ask Isidore in advance as well.'

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***

'Hmm. By the way, Michelle Granbert is more than a princess's friend... .'

I feel like an ardent believer.

During the battle with the Warlock, I lent her a joint doll to serve as a bait, so I thought she was pretty close to the princess, but Michelle's condition was a little different from being a friend.

“Wow, Princess. Doesn't my face look weird now? I’m so nervous.”

Michelle asked me about her condition with a pale face. Her clenched fists were trembling with tension from before.

“Originally, you’re on the white side, so you don’t look much different from usual. But, are you so nervous? ”

After all, Deborah is the saint who saved the empire.

The other day, there weren't many people who recognized her true worth, and she was with the devil, but after the battle, it was definitely felt that her followers increased.

“I really can't believe it. I didn't expect it, actually, I prayed, but I wasn't very lucky, so I never dreamed that I would be invited to this event. It is such an honor and thank you again, Princess.”

Michel Granbert, who was invited to this tea party due to the whim of the princess, had trouble sleeping from the day she was invited.

Everyone was envious of themselves attending a tea party with two celebrities from the Empire... . I never liked her because she was a saint!

Michelle took great pride in not being late.

'The owner of Armand, whom I had only vaguely imagined, was Princess Deborah! She even had a sublime side job of being a saint.'

Tea time with the person whom I admired enough to prepare a tribute to the doll to secretly present and even write an analysis thesis!

“You are a very successful person. It was good to be alive.”

Michelle was thrilled.

“But I didn’t know that you would be in front of the imperial family since dawn. Damn I came out early.”

“If you are late for even one second, it is a big deal. So, it is more comfortable to wait in the morning.”

“Huh, yes, that aside, I’ve been concerned about it since a while ago, but what did you have in your hand?”

“It's a script...”

“I don’t know why I need a script for the tea party, but I’m skipping this one, so what did I write down?”

The 5 princesses showed curiosity as they looked at the paper note that Michelle had been holding like a lifeline before.

“… Listen to what I have to say when we meet. this and that.”

“Can I see her?”

While Michelle was hesitating, the news came that the princess had just arrived in front of the Imperial Palace.

“Princess, I suddenly feel dizzy with my tongue…”

Suddenly, Michelle staggered and touched her forehead.

“Wake. You've been waiting since dawn If you fall down like this, you won't be able to see for even a second. ”

“I'll hold out.”

Michelle clenched her teeth and nodded her head resolutely.

Soon after, Princess Deborah appeared through the door, and Michelle managed to suppress the scream.

“How have you been, Princess?”

Princess Deborah greeted her with her characteristic cold expression. However, Princess 5 could now read the warmth in her eyes.

“Thanks to you.”

The two made eye contact and shook hands lightly.

“Did the princess do well too?”

“Yeah, thanks to the princess, I’ve been able to rest and have a good time.”

“But we decided to call each other names, Deborah.”

“It is, Vivienne.”

Seeing the two of them calling their names affectionately, Michelle rolls her feet and wanted to strengthen her feet.

'I'm so envious of you, Princess. I want to ask you to call my name so friendly! '

Although she was yelling out violently inside, Michelle, like a high-ranking nobleman, was adept at hiding her emotions.

“My Michelle, it’s been a while.”

Deborah greeted her, hiding her inner awkwardness.

In front of the company who wrote an analysis thesis about Armand and even promoted it as a five-star restaurant, I was a bit pricked in conscience because I pretended to know nothing about it and was hiding my identity.

In addition, to lure the 3rd Prince by boat, Michelle borrowed what he had, but he dropped the doll in the water and was unable to return it.

'I said in the first place that I don't have to give it back, but... .'

Since she's Princess Seymour, maybe she couldn't ask for the money back.

Deborah glanced at her, and Michelle barely raised her voice, her pupils trembling.

“Princess, it’s been a while.”

“Last time I suddenly asked you to borrow a doll for the boat, thank you for willingly allowing me.”

'It's just an honor for the princess to remember and even use my doll to do something big! Another honor! So there's no need to thank you with such a gracious attitude... Sobbing.'

However, Michelle could not utter the sentences that quickly passed through her head. It was because she was so crazy that her eyes became white as she got entangled with the lines of the script she had written in advance.

‘Just don’t prepare anything. '

“Michelle?”

The 5 princesses lightly called out to Michelle, who seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

'I guess I'm a little uncomfortable.'

Deborah opened her mouth with a humble face, thinking that Michelle was having a hard time with her face just looking at her face.

“Seymour will surely pay you back. It will not be easy to find a work worth as much as a doll that you made, but I want to reward it.”

'uh? Wait, I guess it's time to spit out those lines?'

Michelle, who suddenly remembered a line from the script, managed to tear her lips apart.

“It’s a reward. Don't say that. I can feel the wall from the princess.”

“At first, my face was a little cold… .”

“...perfect”

“.....”

The 5 princesses, who had been silent for a while in the difficult atmosphere, muttered painstakingly.

“Aha, perfection is a barrier.”

“… I'm just going home sorry!”

Michelle jumped up, dyeing her pale face like a ripe apple.

“hey!”

When she couldn't stand the shame and tried to run away, the silent princess suddenly covered her mouth and shook her shoulders.

Seeing her smile for the first time, Michelle relaxed her legs and sat down.

“ where is the handkerchief?”

Michelle mumbled gibberish.

“Why, you said you were getting dizzy from excitement earlier, but this time you look like you’re going to have a nosebleed?”

“no. Princess Deborah smiled, so the juice was splashing all the way here.”

“.....”

laughter means as fresh as fruit.

“You have to wipe… . ”

“… Would you like some tea?”

“Yes. sorry.”

“Until I’m sorry. It's just the head of the empire's best puppeteer... Hmmm, the sense of humor is just amazing. Every time you say something like a gem, it feels like you're facing the wall of another world. Absolutely perfect. ”

It didn't seem like a compliment for some reason, but Michelle was satisfied.

'I'm embarrassed, but it's okay because the princess smiled.'

Anyway, it was the script produced by this vain greed to spit out the memorable lines of the person I admire, but it worked.

'I got on.'

While Michelle dies inside, Princess Deborah raises the teacup with a smile on her face.

“The tea smells really good.”

“Yes, it is very good. ha… .”

“I brought the tea leaves my father loved, especially for you. If there is a wall that has remained for each other, even tear it down and sleep. Of course, it's not perfect. haha.”

“… I will never do that again... .”

“why? It’s fun.”

'They're both having a good time.'

The awkward spot was warmed up by Michelle's jokes, and Deborah sipping tea while listening to their chatter among her peers.

“Ah, princess. do you know that There is no purple amethyst these days, so I can't sell it. ”

“Purple silk and yarn are also trendy. I tried to wear all the dolls I own, but some were out of stock.”

“I am thinking of suggesting that sooner or later, the color of the imperial emblem should be changed to purple instead of blue sky.”

“What the hell… .”

Deborah was smirking inwardly, but, as always, her expression didn't show it well. And it gave the impression of being detached from popularity.

“cool.”

Michelle said first.

“Then, of course not. You are my girl.”

“......”

'They are really close friends.'

Deborah tried to ignore the twinkling gazes of the two of them, while involuntarily fiddling with her sweaty ring fingers. It was a habit that I suddenly developed as I recently wore my engagement ring every day.

And their eyes naturally stayed in the ring.

“Hmm. I heard that she was engaged to Princess Deborah and the Duke of Visconti. congratulations.”

“thanks.”

“I, that, by the way.”

Michelle shyly curled her lips and bit, then pulled it off.

“At the wedding, the… May I be your bridesmaid? huh, if there are any seats left.”

In Asteia, on the day of the wedding, four or five friends of the bride stood next to the bride holding flowers. It was one of the traditions that stemmed from the custom of protecting the bride from outsiders.

“I am unconditionally sitting next to the princess. Don't look too far, Michelle.”

“Still, the left side is empty.”

Deborah felt a strange feeling as she looked at the two of them fighting. She once said that she was the object of fear, and she didn't even have a young girl who made proper eye contact with herself... .

In addition to the two of them, Margaret and Arin came to me saying they wanted to have another bridesmaid. I've been busy with my life, but when I woke up, I was really surprised and happy that there were so many people congratulating me on my marriage.

The princess smiled softly as she slightly curved her sharp eyebrows.

'Ugh.'

His eyes were dazzled for a moment, and Michelle looked around his eyes... .

‘Isidor, you envious child. '

5 The princess seriously went to Isidor with the latest offensive magic tool collection and almost had a political battle.

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 7

'It was really fun.'

I frowned at the yellow fox on the desk, then began to open the letters I had delayed replying to over the holidays.

Most of them were letters of invitation to social gatherings or tea parties. Some came from the temple.

“Ugh.”

Looking at the seal and autograph, it was a letter from the Pope. Instead, there was a message asking you to visit the Heleia Dominion, where the temple is located.

“Ah, The temple has nothing to do with it, so where do i go?”

refuse!

Not only the Pope's letter, but also all other letters were rejected. However, she could not write a reply of refusal to this blue-glossy letter.

'I have a loyalty.'

While I was procrastinating for a day or so because I felt burdened with socializing, I saw the letter from the 5th Princess and suddenly thought that I could not put it off any longer.

‘As long as I live as a vested-class family in Asteia, I have to keep fighting and frying with the nobles. '

If I have to resume social gatherings, I'm most attracted to starting over at a gathering hosted by the 5 Princesses.

I am a close friend who gave me full trust even before I awakened my divine power, and my perfect side who came to me even in battle, how can I refuse.

I picked up a quill and started writing a reply to the 5 princesses.

2. Deborah's Friends (?)

After the battle with the Great Demon, Princess Deborah became the most popular figure in the Empire in name and reality.

There were even aristocrats holding meetings on the subject of princesses, and the enthusiasm for her hardly ever stopped.

“Is there any news about Princess Deborah recently? I've heard of your betrothal to the Duke of Visconti, so let's move on. ”

“Nothing.”

The news of Deborah and Isidor's engagement was noisy for just one day.

To be honest, with eyes and ears, anyone would have expected it. On the contrary, there were people who asked if they had not yet been engaged.

It was still surprising and bewildering that Princess Deborah, rather than the saint, was incarnation. I understand with my head, but should I say that cognitive dissonance is coming.

“I want to see her.”

“I know, right. When I think of that time, my heart still rises even now. That godly and holy power that drove away evil demons...The word divinity is not worth it at all.”

“I saved my life thanks to her while fighting a monster. She is the life saver.”

“She has done such a heroic deed, she should be admired by everyone in the social world...”

But instead of enjoying explosive popularity, Princess Deborah chose to stop socializing and live quietly at home.

“I think the high-pressure and arrogant attitude of the princess was also an act to deceive the evil warlocks!”

“After all, Saint-sama first.”

While praising her modesty, everyone was in a state of disappointment, but news came that the princess, who had been ignorant, had accepted the invitation to a social gathering for the first time. It was a tea party held by the 5 princesses.

“After all, the closest to Princess Deborah was Princess 5.”

“I wondered why the two of them are close, but birds of the same feather gather together, and it seems that outstanding people instinctively recognize each other.”

The 5 Princesses, who helped get rid of demons with powerful fire magic, also enjoyed great popularity in the Empire.

The reason that the honor of the imperial family, which was tarnished by the 4th Empress, did not roll down to the bottom of the basement was because the Crown Prince and 5th Princess risked their lives to participate in the battle to establish the face of the imperial family.

“What other great people would you like to invite to this tea party, Princess 5?”

“Aren’t you going to be given the honor of attending that tea party?”

“This is the gathering you most want to be invited to in the new year.”

***

“Where is the best place for a tea party? I want to show the princess the glass cabinet where my magic tools collection is displayed.”

“Princess, it’s a shame, but how about some ordinary place other than the exhibition hall?”

“Hmm. There are only ordinary waiting rooms, so I can’t decide right away.”

Meanwhile, the 5th Princess was very excited that Princess Deborah was coming to the imperial palace. Although she had visited Seymour herself before, it was the first time that a princess had come to visit my palace.

She was so excited that she was preparing to welcome guests with the imperial court maids a week before the tea party.

“… what clothes do you wear? Studded with purple amethyst, how about this outfit? It's an expression of my affection for the princess.”

'Affection? You must have misunderstood friendship?'

“Does it suit you?”

“The princess really goes well with whatever clothes she wears.”

Every time the 5 princesses, who were tall and had a cool and cool appearance, changed their clothes, the maids trembled, saying they were cool.

“Princess, what kind of tea should I prepare?”

“Prepare the tea leaves I brought from the Principality of Miro last month. Desserts to go with it.”

She even robbed the precious tea leaves so that the emperor made a safe and managed it separately. She even called the chiefs of the imperial family and ordered her to make a seven-story cake.

On the other hand, the news that the 5th Princess is preparing a tea party with all her heart and soul has been like a rainstorm for the young girls of the capital's social circles.

Most of the high-ranking nobles and imperial officials were very busy with the aftermath of the Great Demon case, and the social circles led by the high-ranking nobles were also in stagnation.

By the way, what a tea party of saint and 5 princess!

Who will be invited to the tea party attended by the most popular people in the empire!?

5 The young girls who were close with the princess were inflated with anticipation.

'I can brag in front of others for the rest of my life! '

'The best network and opportunity to grow stronger!'

However, no matter how long they waited, the letter did not come to them.

***

“Vivien, the tea party you are preparing these days. Haven't you decided who to invite yet? It wasn’t on purpose.”

Upon hearing about my sister's grand tea party, the Crown Prince asked as if passing by, and the 5 Princesses smirked.

“I was just trying to get to know each other. When the hell did the rumors come out?”

All, alone?

The prince's pupils trembled without mercy.

“Hey there, brother. I don't want to pretend to be Isidor. He said he was my best friend before he was my political backer.”

“I should have a cup of tea, so why are you going so far? Do you think I should run with my gloves on and have a political battle with the Duke of Visconti?”

“Come on, wait. The fact that they tormented me for three days and three nights asking for a major overhaul of the biased empire's marriage law... I do not remember?”

The Crown Prince looked at my younger sister with his eyes like a bomb that was about to explode. anxious not knowing.

“Hmm! I'll take care of that as it is, and the princess... got engaged.”

“Um? I thought you wouldn't admit it.”

The prince thought it was a little surprising. It's because my younger brother always saw the end when he got stuck on something.

“Even though I have no back, I know how to keep the line in front of me.”

5 The princess replied calmly.

If it wasn't for Isidor, Princess Deborah's betrothed partner, it would have been difficult to accept. She's called Deborah because she's the most ecstatic person she's ever met.

He is a man who is willing to wear pink for his partner, so he gives up with a big heart.

'Actually, there was no room to intervene.'

Feeling bitter, the princess spoke softly.

“… Still, Princess Deborah's best friend is me.”

After the unfortunate incident of summoning demons. She was recognized by the aristocratic society thanks to the princess resuming her social life at a party I was holding. The two of us are best friends.

“By the way, who else does the princess have any friends other than you? Ugh!”

The princess suddenly closed her mouth, and the Crown Prince was unable to speak.

“She doesn't have any close friends other than me! That's right! How good is the princess's personality... Hmm? · It's cool. ”

“okay… ?”

My brother seemed to be very suspicious, so the 5th princess, who had an oval, impulsively raised a quill to write an invitation.

‘But, who else have you been friends with other than me? '

She squeezed her memory tight.

“kyaaa!! ”

“Uh, what’s going on? ”

“My sister Michelle said she received an invitation from the 5th Princess.”

That night, Michelle's shouts of joy echoed through the night in the writer's residence after Granbert Hu.

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 6

Instead of replying to Isidor's lament, I let out a brief exclamation while looking around.

“Is that doll similar?”

I thought involuntarily when I saw a doll hung as a commodity on the newsstand. The yellow fox doll with narrow eyes is said to be very similar.

“Who are you looking at?”

“ Sir Isidor. You're just hooked like a fox.”

“I’ll bring that fox.”

To win the prize, you had to throw a ball to drop the target.

“Great!”

“Look he's the first one to drop the target there!”

When Isidore showed great control and hit all the targets, the people around shouted in surprise. Of course, the shopkeeper's face was wrinkled as if he had eaten feces.

“saw? The skill of the princess-sama’s fiancee.”

Isidor, who had been throwing a ball, asked proudly, holding a pack of dolls.

“What. One more time. Because being good doesn't happen second time.”

“Ha, sometimes I have to show a little bit of humanity.”

“Still, there is a beautiful fox.”

I said while holding the desired fox doll that I had been coveting for some reason.

“I wanted this.”

He took a doll from the pack.

“It’s a white snake. It seems to have a cute taste.”

“It's kind of like the Seymour people.”

“Puha!”

“But, doesn’t it seem like your father has opened his heart to me a lot?”

“...father?”

“We spent the New Year together and shared crepes, so now we are father and family. Isn't it?”

Looking at Isidor, who was secretly good-natured, he stuck out his tongue inwardly. Isidor is probably the only man in the Empire who has the vessel to handle all the snake-like humans.

Whatever the hell he did, it looks like Rosad has already been roasted and boiled.

“Deborah.”

“yes?”

“Shall we go to the left alley or the right?”

“Let’s toss a coin. front right. The back is on the left.”

As we entered the night market, the road continued to fork because of the shabby buildings that were erected randomly without a plan.

“It’s on the right again.”

“It’s four times in a row. If it comes up heads often, you are lucky, but I guess only good things will happen.”

“Isn't that a head-on coin?”

“Weren’t we cheating on each other now?”

He showed me a two-sided ordinary coin.

As I was walking while listening to Isidore nagging me to tell me if my condition got worse, at some point an alley with a peculiar atmosphere came into my sight.

It was relatively quiet compared to the entrance of the night market, where the crowds were boiling, and foreign languages were heard from the stalls lined with exotic goods.

“Isidor, if my eyes aren’t wrong, that’s not an animal skin, it looks like a monster skin?”

“There are not many things that are not available inside the Jungmun Night Market. Every night, a ferry carrying contraband comes and goes to this nearby river. shall we go out with movement magic?”

‘It looks a little risky, but I think it will be fun.'

As she hesitated about what to do, there was a commotion from the opposite alley.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“If you're curious, let's go together. Don't leave me like before and go first.”

After tightening our big hands and intertwined clasps, I walked in the direction of the crowd, and I had no choice but to frown at the sight in front of me.

“Ah!”

“Dirty and smelly Gypsies!”

“go away! Because of you, I can't do business because you're unlucky.”

The men were throwing stones at the shabby-looking old man who looked like a gypsy, and the people around him just kept shouting without thinking of stopping him.

In the alley behind the old man, the people that had been spread out to sell handicrafts were sitting together, trembling with fear at the rogues' behavior.

“There are many other stalls, but the gypsies seem particularly weak, so they are arguing.”

“Stop it.”

When Isidore, who had a large physique, came forward, most of them flinched and retreated, but the one who looked like a captain did not hesitate and widened his eyes.

“Stand away. Gypsies are filthy things that wander around and carry curses here and there.”

“I’ll go home too.”

With his mouth closed, Isidore picked up the stone that had fallen on the ground and threw it.

“Ouch!”

The stone that Isidor threw hit the captain's hand with the stick.

“Now, who will rain?”

“… hey!”

He asked kindly, picking up the club that the captain had dropped, and smashing it like wooden chopsticks.

The men were terrified by the absurd boasting of his strength and even ruined their tails.

“Are you okay?”

Isidor, who turned his gaze to the old man, suddenly narrowed his brow with a mysterious face.

'Why all of a sudden?'

I felt the shiver of seeing Isidor's reaction.

“Old man.”

It's because he suddenly changes his complexion and takes his gaze seriously with the old man.

“.....”

“Wait, can you spare some time?”

‘This old man… Do you think he's right?'

… A very brave gypsy fortune teller.

In the past, Isidor had heard from an informant about a certain fortune teller.

He's good at guessing, but he doesn't even open a fortune teller if he has any intention of making money, and even if he hears rumors and tries to find it, he wanders here and there, so it's harder to meet him than to pick a star in the sky.

_“This master is the best, especially in the fields of compatibility, love luck, and marriage luck. Marquis of Jaeger, who gave birth to a little boy a while ago, got a good day from this fortune teller. He has succeeded... !”_

“.....”

And Sophia said that on the day this fortune-teller gave her that fortune, she went to a party and met her marriage partner… ”

Isidor, who was struggling with making colored diamonds at the time, was immediately annoyed by the ineffective information.

_“I can’t hear you anymore. Do I look free enough right now to go out to see affectionate luck?”_

_“master! Still, if you find out the location of this fortune teller, wouldn't it be possible to sell the information to a noble or a wealthy merchant at a high price?”_

_“Do you know that I'm pay you a high salary just to make a ton of money? Gather some more alchemy materials related to solid color transformations while you're on the hunt for the romantic gypsy.”_

_“Sir, I’m sorry.”_

He was like that at the time.

I was never childish.

Compatibility, love, marriage… .

How important is that.

Investigations brought by the informant at the time also included a description of the fortune-teller's outward appearance. He is a grandfather in his 70 years old, his eft and right eye colors are subtly different, and the fourth finger is exceptionally long.

Just when their eyes met, the old man looked at me and widened his eyes, allowing Idiots to immediately recall his identity.

“Can you spare a moment?”

The old man, whose eyes were wide open at Isidore's question, abruptly got up and bowed deeply as if bowing down.

“Thank you, but it’s like this… .”

Deborah, who still had Confucian ideas, was awkward and held back the old man.

“I recently drew a fortune telling that I was going to meet a noble among nobles, and in an instant, a golden halo flashed across the two of you.”

'Golden? It's really a magical experience.'

Isidor was once again convinced that the old man was the fortune teller of the rumor.

“It is an honor to meet these precious people.”

“I know that the old man is a brave man.”

“ah… You know.”

“Actually, it's just a coincidence.”

Isidor coughed once and then spoke.

“Hmm! I heard that you are particularly good at marriage and compatibility.”

“Yes, yes. That one comes out the best.”

“and the money...”

“Oh, it’s fine. Just by seeing a nobleman wearing gold with his own eyes.... young man has no free time anymore.”

The fortune teller took an old tarot from his collar and said. The quality of the master was felt from the frayed end of the card.

“Whenever you walk, the light of the Buddha will be with you. What are you curious about?”

“The wedding date. I wonder when is the best time. and… .”

Isidor hesitated for a moment before continuing.

“The compatibility side, please.”

“Are you that brave?”

As Deborah whispered softly, Isidore nodded slightly, and soon their serious eyes turned to the fortune teller's card.

***

“I’m not a big fan of divination or superstition, but it makes me feel good when only good things are said.”

“I know, right.”

Tarot divination is half fun to watch, but it's better than hearing something you don't like.

As for what the fortune teller authorized by Isidor said... .

_“The two of you are very compatible. If this lover card and this sun card come together in the right direction, it means that the body is especially compatible.”_

_“Poohoo!!”_

_“Cool!”_

_“They have good personalities and communicate well, so even if there is a difference of opinion, it won’t turn into a big feud.”_

_“Well, we never had a fight during our partnership.”_

“Also, if you two are together, wealth will follow you three or four times. They get along well, and when they get married, they live happily ever after.”

“When is a good day for a ceremony?”

“My fortune telling is that you can live well wherever you are when you get married. It is better to get married when the flowers are in full bloom. You have good luck with your children, and you have it all...”

“but?”

“It is said that the woman's family is unusual. Her family is not normal.”

At that moment, the chicken thighs came out.

“still… Fortunately, the man has a deep personality, so it’s humid and good like a snake and this tunnel.”

There are tweezers-like corners, but they only say very nice things, so I listen to them for nothing.

‘Well, it’s a simple fortune teller, so let’s not think too deeply about it. '

It was satisfying just to finish the last date of the holiday with the words of a famous fortune teller.

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 5

***

Except for the first and second days of the new year, Isidor went out with me throughout the holidays to explore the capital.

As I followed the closely woven dating route like a military operation map, I was able to clearly capture the sights of the capital that I knew only with my head or had passed without thinking.

‘What… It's a date, but it's so well organized that it's like a package tour to the capital of Asteria.'

By the way, the guide is an acquaintance of the super-luxurious eye-catching luxury package who is a whopping Isidore.…

“Wow.”

Today's package is… No, it was the last day of the holidays, and he and I were sitting in the wagon, watching the sheep pasture quickly past the window.

“I didn’t know there was such a large and wonderful sheep ranch in the capital.”

The sight of a shepherd dog running around and herding sheep and a herd of white sheep climbing a snow-covered hill was quite a sight to behold.

“Isidor, there’s a lamb over there.”

As I pressed my face to the spear, Isidor rolled his eyes and pulled my arm lightly.

“Would you like to get off and take a closer look?”

“great.”

“And over there, there is a log cabin on the hillside, and the view from there is even better.”

After he suddenly held me in his arms, he used his movement magic and got close to the sheep ranch in an instant.

It was quite highland, so a cold wind blew in my ears, and this Isidor's arm hugged me tighter.

“Is it cold?”

Even though his large body is blocking the headwind, warm heat rises from his interlocked body.

“Your ears are already red.”

He pressed his lips against my ear several times.

“Why is Kyung-eun so hot?”

“I will tell you every day when I get married.”

“Oh really!”

I was grunting at the strange-sounding joke, but I witnessed something and got out of his arms.

“Princess, where are you suddenly? Maybe I should catch you, right?… ”

I ran to a small white object stuck between the fences in the distance, and I sprained my foot in a beak of stone buried in the snow.

“it's okay?”

Isidor's complexion, who followed in a hurry, turned pale. When I stumbled, there is a calf near the corner. Because the fence was scratched.

It was already stinging and tears were streaming down my cheeks, but it became even more empty because it wasn't the poor lamb that was stuck between the fences, it was a wad of wool.

Ha, what is it that...

“… You hurt.”

Isidor's face, with his skirt lifted, hardened as white as someone who had never seen him.

I didn't want to lose it, so I curled my lips and asked. Originally, wounds like this healed quickly, but it was impossible for me to heal so quickly in my current state.

“Did you have a problem with your divine powers? Why didn't you tell me?”

Facing his eyes stained with worry, remorse and shock, I spoke as if making an excuse.

“It’s not that there’s a problem with the power itself, and it hasn’t been restored yet. There's no way I can't fly because I've written so much, right? However, it is gradually charging... .”

“Isn’t there a problem with your health by any chance? There are aftereffects from magic or… .”

He shook his head and asked in a voice wet with anxiety.

I think I was even more shocked because I saw the saint in my dream, Naila, who was probably addicted to Magi and died after living a life of limited life.

“It’s not really like that. I just didn't say anything because I was afraid of worrying about something like this.”

As if his body had relaxed, he sat down and let out a long sigh.

“… I will be sick.”

Isidor, who had bent his knees and looked at the wound, suddenly grabbed me and started running.

He arrived in a log house at the back of the ranch.

“Can I break into this house like this?”

“Because the ranch is my property.”

Talking casually like the K-drama tycoon III, he found a first-aid kit in the drawer.

“ugh.”

I couldn't help but make a strange noise as he suddenly pulled my leg straight up and placed it on my thigh.

“It’s a medicine made in the temple, so you’ll get well soon.”

He began to heal the wounds on his calves after he opened up the stockings that came out.

“Wait a minute, gently apply it.”

“No. I'm mad.”

Although he spoke so bluntly, he moved the swab much more carefully than before.

“… Are you mad at me for not saying anything? ”

“What would you have done if something unpleasant happened while you were holding on to the problem by yourself? And what's wrong with me worrying about you? Weren't lovers sharing everything in the first place?”

He exhaled like a rapid-fire gun, and bit his lips to see if he could not relieve the feeling of crying.

“sorry”

“You think I just want you to apologize?”

Isidor suddenly bit my ankle.

“okay. From now on, I'll tell you everything without hiding anything! Oh, but why the hell are you there? nastily!”

He started licking the bones and I struggled to my feet.

“Obviously, I said earlier that I would show you after marriage.”

“Even if we bite here, you can't stand it. If you want me to bite your bones and ankles in the future, keep making secrets.”

You are a dog!

But I was terrified that he was about to lick my entire foot after that, and I swore over and over again that I would never hide it again.

“drink.”

“Hey, I’m not even giving you a bottle or medicine.”

I was a little tired of his dog-like punishment, but I was relieved by the warm cocoa he had brewed himself.

I used to be easy. Still, Isidor is easier than me, so that's fine.

“It’s so cool…”

“I know”

“The view here is absolutely stunning.”

“.....”

The view from this log house was one of the most beautiful landscapes I've ever seen.

While sipping sweet cocoa with floating marshmallows, marveling at the sky with flocks of clouds, he often frolicked under the table with him.

“Isidor, is this our last holiday date?”

When I asked while looking at the sky that was gradually turning blue due to the night spirit, Isidor coughed in vain.

“Night market is open nearby.”

“hu ha ha!”

“Why are you laughing all of a sudden? give a little notice, my heart trembles.”

It stroked my chest and trembled.

“I really wanted to go on a date that is really thorough and fruitful. It was so much fun throughout the holidays. I had no idea there were so many great places in the capital.”

“I couldn’t even fill half of my list of things I wanted to do with the princess. What.”

“I’m curious about that list.”

“If you want to see a princess while working overtime, an average of 20 is added a day, but if you want to see the final version, watch it.”

“I will be able to do everything in the future.”

“.....”

“If we get married, we will spend more time together.”

“… That’s right.”

With the corners of his eyes closed, he lightly touched my lips, then brushed the tip of his sharp nose against my cheek and smiled softly.

“Then, before it’s too late, shall we go to the night market?”

“I like that.”

***

“Come to think of it, today is not the first time we’ve been to the night market together.”

“During the Spring Flower Festival, I couldn’t look around properly.”

“but. The goal was to pretend to lose the jewel.”

At that time, I never dreamed that I would get married to the master of Blanche.

Isidor had a similar thought, so he held my hand tighter in the crowd. The hands, intertwined, were so hot that there was no time to feel the cold.

The night market held at Jungmun in the Horun District was crowded with people to welcome the New Year. We walked around the less crowded side with our robes pressed down.

The darker it got, the brighter the lanterns hanging in the air were, and the colorful street food smelled temptingly delicious.

There were also people who were juggling or performing exaggerated plays, but Isidor could not pass by the spectacle and frowned.

“what the. to follow, do it right.”

I felt absurd because the actors were mimicking me in purple wigs.

“now! Fragments of the saint who defeated the devil are only 40 coopers!”

“I also have a keychain for Saints!”

I even scratched my chin with a vague feeling as I watched the scene where they even sold goods.

“Something is embarrassing. But who the hell lives like that? Oh, you live a wonder.”

Isidore was all over the place, swept away all the merchandise.

“Is this all?”

“Yes?”

“No more?”

“Yes! yes! be well I gave everything I had.”

Even checking to see if it's out of stock.

“I have money left over, so now I’m doing everything.”

“The thought of a man carrying your keychain makes me suddenly angry.”

“....”

“I’m worried because my popularity has grown needlessly.”

'Is that what you're talking about?'

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