I Tamed the Black Duke as a Terminally-Ill Saint (3 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
What is this?
What on earth is that?
I rubbed my eyes, but the letters didn’t change at all.
‘Love-hate…?’
If I liked something, I liked it; if I disliked it, I disliked it.
To someone who’d lived so simply, “love-hate” was a foreign word.
But Hades didn’t give me time to ponder.
“Where do you plan to go now?”
It was a difficult question.
Ever since becoming Angelica, my only goal had been to survive by obtaining the Holy Sword.
I hadn’t given a single thought to what I’d do afterward.
The real Angelica would have rejoined the protagonist, but I had no reason to risk my precious life helping him.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
Hades looked genuinely exasperated.
“Shouldn’t you be returning to wherever your backers are?”
“My backers?”
Now it was my turn to be flabbergasted.
“There aren’t any.”
“What about family?”
“I don’t have any.”
I shook my head.
“You must at least have a hometown village.”
“I ran away. Your Grace surely knows how a Saintess without backing is treated.”
Hades appeared to be carefully considering my words.
“Then why did you steal the Holy Sword, Saintess?”
“Because I didn’t want to die.”
I answered instantly.
“I’m truly sorry for stealing the Holy Sword. But if I wanted to live, stealing it was my only option.”
Hades was being surprisingly generous toward me right now.
It seemed safe enough to explain my situation.
“So you were under a curse.”
Understanding slowly settled onto Hades’ face.
“You’re well aware, aren’t you?”
“Those aren’t the only people who’ve infiltrated the castle for that reason. Though you’re the first who’s actually succeeded.”
He stepped forward firmly toward me, making a remark that left me unsure whether it was praise or not.
“I’ll ask again, Saintess. Do you have anywhere to go?”
This time, I had a little more time to think.
“I was considering going to the capital.”
Truthfully, if not for the Gargoyle’s curse, I would’ve headed to the capital long ago.
Not because of its beautiful streets or grand buildings—though anyone might wish to see them once.
The capital was crowded enough that even a Saintess wielding a strange sword could live quietly.
But Hades clearly didn’t see it that way.
“You’re remarkably confident—to think you could protect the Holy Sword from countless attackers.”
“Uh…”
I trailed off, utterly bewildered.
I couldn’t possibly be confident.
After all, even defeating Hades Crohittner had been pure luck.
And unlike the Grand Duke’s castle, which I knew inside and out, the world outside was completely unknown to me.
“Maybe it’s manageable… if I just hide well enough.”
Hades gave a chilling smile.
BOOM!
The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
No sooner had I finished speaking than a massive explosion echoed from outside the window.
That wasn’t all.
The entire castle shook so violently I would’ve fallen over if I hadn’t been leaning against the wall.
Hades muttered softly.
“You said hiding well might be enough? Look outside.”
Goosebumps rose all over my skin.
Beyond the window, a sight I could never have imagined unfolded before my eyes.
“Those things…”
“You recognize them, I see. Yes, they’re demons.”
I swallowed hard.
Just ten days ago, I would’ve scoffed at the word “demons.”
In Leodel, demons were simply enemies to crush—foes who inevitably fell before the protagonist. Nothing more, nothing less.
But seeing them as someone who actually had to survive in this world was an entirely different matter.
They stood at least twice the height of an average man, with crimson skin as if soaked in blood, and heads that looked like grotesque skulls of various monsters stitched together.
They resembled creatures straight out of a nightmare.
“…Wait a moment.”
My blood ran cold.
Above the demons marching and pounding the earth, I spotted crimson banners rippling in the wind.
My mouth went completely dry.
“These… aren’t ordinary demons.”
The banners were Blood Veils, sacred relics revered by demons.
Only elite demon troops could unfurl such holy war standards.
They were far from the disposable extras who fell with a single swing of the protagonist’s sword.
“Is this… because of me?”
I dreaded the answer, but I had to ask.
After all, I was the one who’d touched the Holy Sword.
They might have sensed the change and launched their assault.
Hades answered with a calmness that felt oddly unsettling.
“No. They swarm in like this three or four times a year. Though this time seems about ten times larger than usual.”
So it is my fault after all!
I squeezed my eyes shut.
What would happen if Donovan Grand Duke’s castle fell here and now?
Originally, in Leodel’s plot, Hades was supposed to succumb to the Holy Sword’s temptation when the castle was in danger—but now I held that very sword.
Had I already altered the story?
“Don’t move. Just watch.”
Hades declared with a voice that sounded almost amused.
“I’ll show you exactly what you’ll face the moment you step outside this castle.”
I already know far too well!
But it was already too late.
Hades flung open the window and leaped down from a height of at least a dozen meters—
Right into the middle of the demon horde.
“He’s lost his mind!”
I screamed inwardly.
It wasn’t fear of him falling to his death.
Someone of Hades’ caliber would treat that height like child’s play.
True enough, before even touching the ground, he conjured a massive ice barrier to shield himself.
“But you still need a proper party to mount a proper defense! This is just…!”
No matter how powerful Leodel’s protagonist might be, he couldn’t accomplish anything alone.
A proper battle required archers and mages for offense, priests for healing and blessings, and shield warriors to block enemy attacks.
Especially against enemies appearing in such overwhelming numbers.
Yet Hades Crohittner plunged into the enemy ranks alone, without a moment’s hesitation—
As if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The castle began shaking even more violently.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding below.
“What are the soldiers even doing? They should be shooting arrows! Their Grand Duke is out there!”
Though demons fell wherever Hades reached, it offered me no comfort.
Of course he’d have the upper hand at first.
But even he had limits to his usable skills.
Moreover, he’d already used his ultimate ability fighting me earlier, so now he had to eliminate demons using only basic skills.
His reckless confidence gave me no reassurance.
After all, even in the game, Hades had boasted with the same arrogant confidence right before his defeat by the protagonist.
“I have to help!”
Though he’d become a villain later, Hades bore no guilt right now.
Besides, if he died or was gravely injured, the North would descend into chaos far sooner than planned.
But how?
I looked down at the Holy Sword, Denesor.
This very blade had enabled me to defeat Hades.
Surely it would be more than sufficient against demons.
I bolted down the stairs.
I intended to reduce the demon numbers, even slightly, to ease Hades’ burden.
The path to the castle’s main gate was strangely empty.
I understood why as soon as I reached the first floor.
Every single knight had gathered in the main hall, blocking the way to the gate.
The first knight who noticed me gaped in shock.
“Hey! Why aren’t you in the shelter? What are you doing here?”
My eyes narrowed instinctively.
Fine, ordinary people like me should hide in shelters.
But these knights, whose very duty was to fight, had left all defense entirely to Hades Crohittner.
It was utterly pathetic.
“I’m going to fight.”
I showed them my sword.
“It’s a blade granted to me by His Grace the Grand Duke.”
I’d hoped that claim would hold some weight, but the result was the opposite.
Strange expressions began appearing on the knights’ faces.
“Poor thing… seems she’s gone mad at such a young age.”
“Don’t just stand there—do something!”
“Give me that sword first, miss. Where did you get such a dangerous thing?”
I could overlook them not recognizing the Holy Sword.
After all, it had been hidden away, so it’d be stranger if they did recognize it.
But did I really have to tolerate them outright calling me insane?
“I’m perfectly sane. And since none of you seem intent on helping His Grace, I’ll fight myself.”
“Young one.”
An older-looking knight spoke with a look of pity.
“I understand your heart, but His Grace has no need of you.”
“He might.”
A single stamina potion, a single misaimed skill—such tiny margins decided mission success.
Hades had said the demon army was ten times larger than usual.
No matter how confident he was, this was a situation he’d never faced before.
‘Hades is supposed to fall to corruption soon. What if it’s happening right now, triggered by this demon assault?’
In the middle of my heated exchange with the knights,
A heavy door creaked open at the far end of the main hall.
I froze solid.
It could be Hades, having fought his way through the demons right into the castle.
But what if it was the demons instead?
Then we’d all be mice trapped in a jar.
I glanced around.
The knights showed no sign of worry.
On the contrary…
“Your Grace!”
“Grand Duke!”
They stomped their feet and cheered—not just celebrating Hades’ safe return, but already certain of victory.
Only I remained, clutching my sword in tense silence.
Thankfully, it was Hades who entered the main hall moments later, not grotesque demons.
“Well done, Your Grace. How was it outside?”
The middle-aged knight who’d called me “young one” spoke first.
“A mess.”
Hades replied flatly.
“Just burying those things will be a job in itself.”
I couldn’t close my gaping mouth.
He spoke as if he’d already annihilated all the demons.
Hades Crohittner was a monster far beyond what I’d imagined.
Apparently showing my shock too plainly, Hades’ gaze locked onto me.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay where you were? What are you doing here?”
For a moment, I felt like a fool.
This was someone who’d never needed help from the start.
How could I possibly explain that I’d tried to help him?
“Young one, do you know this woman?”
Seizing the brief silence, the middle-aged knight—Sir William—cut in abruptly.
“We met today, but yes, I know her.”
“He said earlier that Your Grace granted her a sword… Is that true?”
Hades’ eyes narrowed.
I shivered involuntarily.
Was I about to offend this terrifying monster again?
If I sank even lower than “love-hate,” I’d be…
“…Don’t you have work to do, Sir William?”
Sir William, the middle-aged knight, proved remarkably quick on the uptake.
He shouted at the younger knights who were staring at us with curiosity, herding them outside.
“What are you all doing? Go out and clean up those filthy demons at once!”
As the knights filed out like a receding tide, only Hades and I remained.
I almost wished I’d stayed with them—but it was too late now.
Hades’ icy voice pierced my ears.
“Now, Saintess, explain yourself. Why did you come here, even fabricating an absurd lie about receiving a sword from me?”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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