But the moment the saint is killed, the suspicion that Vainka is a demon family becomes a certainty.
Vainka killed the saint because they are a demon family.
Then, what I can offer is determined.
Beril looked out the window with a determined face.
“I am the only one who can prove that they are ‘not demons.'”
Good.
Beril has made up her mind.
She will protect the real demon from the fake demons.
Of course, she had to gauge the atmosphere here first.
Whether they would accept her proposal.
She had no intention to accuse Vainka at the temple and summon the demon in front of them even if the deal fell through.
If her proposal didn’t go through with them, there was only one option.
“Pretending not to know.”
Pretending not to know they are demons until an opportunity to deal with them appears, then revealing her card.
If that opportunity doesn’t appear, she will continue to feign ignorance and look for a chance to escape.
Until then, she will act as a clueless saint.
She had no choice but to observe them.
This life will be the most perilous of her three lives.
Maybe instead of choosing a family, it might have been the best choice to run away and escape from the clutches of the temple.
Yet, she chose this path.
“Hu.”
Beril, who had set her future, closed her eyes.
She won’t die. If she doesn’t die, could she… could she, like others, plan and live an ordinary life?
Waking up refreshed with the bright sunshine in the morning, drawing the white curtains, opening the window, and greeting the fresh air along with the bright plains, such a life.
Being the only one who can find the demon, having a great and sacred name like a saint, was unnecessary.
She hated being exalted and then used as a tool.
Now it was time to act.
Like Duke Vainka, who doesn’t look like an absolute demon.
She was ready to feign ignorance no matter what circumstances or evidence appeared.
(This is the time divider.)
―Rattle!
The carriage ran for days and months.
The carriage never stopped running because of the need to thwart the demon as soon as possible. They had to eat their meals quickly inside the carriage.
The coachman drove the carriage so roughly that his stomach churned.
‘If we delay, we never know when the gates of hell will open.’
The priest and the coachman both said so, but it was a lie.
Only Saint Beril knew the exact date of the ceremony to open the doors of the world, the Opening Ceremony.
The day the moon eclipses the sun.
She knew because she had regressed. That day was still three months away.
And yet they were hurrying just to throw her to the demon and leave a day sooner.
She smirked.
How long did they run like that?
―Rattle, bang.
Beril opened her eyes. The speed of the carriage was slowing down.
Could they have arrived already?
Vainka, known by the nickname “Guardian of the World’s Boundary,” was a family that lived far away.
It was when Beril casually pulled back the window curtain and looked out.
“……!”
A strange sky appeared.
Although this side was clearly daytime with a bright sky, a little further away, the sky was dyed a dark blue, as if in another world.
“Night…….”
It was terrifyingly alien, even though the sky was in full view, one side being a dark space that seemed to suck in even the sunlight.
It wasn’t a simple darkness of the night. It seemed like an extra layer of darker energy was overlayed on it.
“The realm of the night…….”
That must have been the realm of the night that Vainka was guarding.
It was an unusually dark night, without even the moon shining. The whole world seemed covered with shadows on a night like this.
Perhaps because she was a Saint, the darkness seemed to carry weight.
“Is this the carriage for the Saint?”
That’s when the young man’s voice was heard. Beril froze momentarily.
“Yes, but who are you….?”
“We are knights of Vainka.”
The man’s voice answered the priest’s question. After a brief moment of silence, sighs broke out all around the carriage.
“Vainka’s……!”
“Cough!”
Even within the carriage, Beril could feel their tension and fear.
The knights of the demon family that the Saint had identified. If there were real demons in Vainka, those knights could be demons too.
And Beril, who was already sure of their identity, could not help but be more on edge.
Was Vainka trying to eliminate the Saint even before she set foot on the land?
“Following the orders of Duke Vainka, we have come to escort the Saint. From now on, we will escort you directly.”
But the words that followed were unexpectedly polite. There was no hostility at all.
“Didirectly? But….”
The priests seemed troubled.
It was understandable.
They would want to stick right next to her under the pretext of having to escort the Saint, probably to keep an eye on her in one way or another.
To check whether the writer is really a demon, to issue commands that weren’t exactly commands.
In her first life, and in her second life, it had been like that.
So this was an opportunity. Suddenly, she thought it was time to shake off unnecessary tails.
“The Saint must not yet have contact with the secular world.”
Before the priests could refuse, Beril opened the carriage door.
―Thud.
“SaSaint?”
The startled priests backed away from the door.
She seemed to lock eyes with a silverhaired knight wearing a helmet. As their eyes met, the knight slightly removed his helmet and showed respect.
For a moment, it seemed like deep green eyes had passed by. They were eyes that shone like jewels even in the pitch darkness.
Is that how all demons’ eyes look?
“Duke Vainka is indeed kind.”
At Beril’s words, the priests’ eyes fixed on her. She spoke, hiding her tense hands within her flowing white robes.
“He has sent his knights and even a carriage, it would not be polite to refuse.”
Beril looked at the pitchblack carriage behind the knights.
In the middle of that dark night, the carriage seemed hardly visible.
It didn’t look like a bridal carriage at all.
“……It has been darkened to avoid the eyes of monsters.”
A man who had been standing next to the silverhaired knight quietly spoke. Did he think she cared about the black color?
It didn’t matter. Whether it was a black carriage or a cart, Beril thought it a hundred times better than the treacherous carriage of the temple.
Accepting their hospitality to some extent, showing that she had not fully confirmed them as demons, would be a good thing.
“But Saint, the secular carriage is still―”
The priests naturally tried to object. But Beril cut them off.
“Where I’m going is.”
Her voice was a little louder, trembling.
Had she ever directly opposed the temple like this before?
But she had to do it since her life was at stake.
What’s more, the vivid image of them betraying her and stabbing her heart with a sword was still fresh, all the more reason.
“Where I’m going is not the secular world, is it?”
The priests were taken aback at her words.
“Vainka is only suspected of being a demon, not yet a demon family.”
If one were to argue, the prophecy said that the Saint would lead them to the demons, not that she could recognize the demons instantly.
So it didn’t matter if she showed a little uncertainty. They would know that fact too.
If they had listened to her and were sure that Vainka was a demon, they would have sent the Holy Knights immediately, not telling her to verify it.
“I will prove it. Not you. So.”
Beril tried hard to calm her mind and spoke.
“Do not commit the sacrilege of surveilling them.”
For a moment, silence flowed around the carriage.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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