It turned out I fell for my own scheme. The viscount no longer denied knowing Genevra, but he refrained from reaching for the teacup. Naturally, he wouldn’t risk an adventure when a single drop could end his life.
“Ha… Haha.”
Viscount glared at us, seemingly trying to confirm whether we were bluffing. However, his body stiffened, realizing from our serious expressions that we weren’t lying.
“……Haha, a real saint?”
He emitted a self-mocking laughter. The composure he had when first summoned here was nowhere to be felt.
“Haha, it’s absurd. A real… real saint existed.”
The viscount covered his mouth with his palm, laughing as if in disbelief. The eerie sound of his faint laughter spread strangely.
“Drinking such filthy tea…”
Viscount Lyranepf scrunched his face in displeasure at the teacup. It was as if he found looking at the teacup unpleasant, suggesting it didn’t match his dignity.
“A real saint…”
The viscount turned his head, staring directly at me. His expression held a mixture of awe and resentment towards me for being a saint.
“But why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Anger slowly welled up in his empty eyes. His face contorted horribly, like a monster.
“….Have you been deceiving Her Majesty, hiding behind her without fulfilling the saint’s responsibilities and deceiving all life around you?”
“I haven’t deceived anyone.”
“You, a saint! Not fulfilling your responsibilities is not deception? What is it then!”
Viscount Lyranepf, who had been calm all along, shouted angrily.
His resentful gaze, tinged with anger, stared at me as if everything was my fault.
“What’s my responsibility as a saint?”
“Do you ask that because you don’t know? Of course, it’s to sacrifice your life to prevent the continent’s destruction.”
As Viscount Lyranepf finished speaking, the terrifying sound of clenching fists resonated beside me.
He tightly clenched his fist. It seemed like he wanted to beat up the viscount right away.
Blood vessels beneath Revanfell’s knuckles surfaced red and swollen.
However, Viscount Lyranepf continued as if he only saw me, as if we were the only two people here.
“A saint is a gift from God. Do you understand? If we return the saint to God! We can prevent the continent’s destruction!”
“My known God never said such a thing. Who said that?”
“Hah, even though because of you, this world is being destroyed……”
Without offering any logical counterarguments, Viscount Lyranepf kept shouting the same words.
It was, ‘I, being a saint, must die for this world to be saved.’
It’s terrifying how baseless, distorted beliefs of ignorance turn out to be true.
Even though there’s nothing that would be resolved by me dying, it seemed like that was genuinely his last resort.
They, and he, firmly believed in it.
“……If preventing the continent’s destruction means the Empress doesn’t need Genevra so desperately.”
“Viscount.”
Revampel called him out in a low voice, as if chewing out his name. Under straight eyebrows, his bright golden eyes were filled with intense anger.
“Do you think your current statement is supporting Genevra, the most-wanted criminal on the continent?”
“…What are you going to do to me? Are you going to lock me up in prison?”
“I can do anything.”
“I can’t just stand there and…”
“It won’t be that simple. Do you plan to seek help from the neighboring small kingdoms that formed an alliance with you? Or perhaps, ask for help from the nobles who planned to kill each other, including me?”
Whether Viscount Lyranepf knew that Revampel knew everything, he quickly sealed his lips. The hand resting on his thigh trembled.
“Don’t expect too much. The small kingdoms that allied with you declared they wouldn’t intervene, and the nobles who planned to kill you will all end up in prison for participating in treason.”
“…”
“It’s good. There will be many companions to go together.”
Usually, when others revealed this much, they begged for their lives, claiming they didn’t know or weren’t responsible.
“Viscount.”
I had been curious all along. Was he feeling sorry? Was he burdened with guilt?
I had been genuinely curious. It’s something a person should naturally feel.
“Aren’t you sorry for those dying as fellow human beings?”
“…Ha.”
“While giving this tea as a gift to Ayana, you…”
Viscount turned his head, staring directly at me with a twisted expression.
“What were you thinking?”
“…In the end, if the continent is destroyed, everyone will die. Is it a sin to try to save at least one more person?”
I’ve heard this before somewhere.
I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to recall.
“…Viscount, you’re saying the same things as Genevra.”
“Don’t lump that bastard and me together.”
Viscount looked at me with genuine disgust, as if he hated me.
Even though he did the same thing, he didn’t want to be categorized as someone like that criminal.
“That guy is just self-satisfaction. He’s nothing more than a crazy person hoping for the success of his experiment. I tried to save this world.”
“Do you also think Genevra is a necessary evil?”
“Necessary evil?”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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