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The Empress' Scandalous Paramour - Chapter 42

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If she had been satisfied with loving the things provided by the emperor and her position that could manipulate him, there would have been no reason to be unhappy.

For someone from Quyd, wasn’t it quite a success?

However, Helene grew weaker just as much as the empress’s influence grew.

It wasn’t that she had any particular illness. If one had to say, it was perhaps a stress-induced illness.

“Um, Holy Maiden. His Majesty the Emperor has sent some medicine. Would you like to take a look…?”

“Enough! That useless medicine!”

Although the maid tried to cheer her up, Helene only snapped back harshly. Then she collapsed on the bed and cried loudly.

The reason Helene was acting like this was nothing special.

Enrique doesn’t come.

She clearly said she was sick.

Although it’s summer now, you can still catch a cold even in summer.

‘I definitely told him I had a fever from eating too many cold things.’

But Enrique neither replied to her letter nor came to visit. And then he just sent medicine through a servant.

And that was after a whole day had passed since she contacted him.

‘This is all because of that empress.’

It’s not like Helene had been idle over the past few years.

But somehow the empress always knew, arriving one step ahead to provide relief wherever natural disasters struck.

The fools rejoiced, calling it the grace of Her Majesty the Empress, but to Helene there were many suspicious aspects.

How could she know in advance when floods and earthquakes would occur?

It was frustrating enough to always be one step behind, but what angered her even more was people’s reactions.

‘They completely forget all the healing I’ve done! Saying she should have come to save them before it happened. That the empress can do that because she receives divine oracles! How dare they say such things in front of me?’

How could someone without an ounce of holy power receive oracles?

It was nonsense in theology.

But at some point, rumors spread that the empress was a saint.

The empress’s palace never officially acknowledged her as a saint. The empress herself had never once confirmed it with her own words, but nevertheless, the ignorant masses believed the empress to be a saint.

To Helene, the real holy maiden, it was absolutely infuriating.

Politically she had already lost, and in terms of status, she was outmatched from the start by the empress who was a legitimate noble. As for power, once Enrique stopped paying attention to her, the nobles were quicker than anyone to notice and ceased visiting the Lily Palace.

But to be called a saint? To be chosen by God!

That one thing, at least, belonged to Helene.

It was the only light that had shone down on her pitiful life, born with nothing, and now they were stealing even that.

Finally unable to endure it any longer, Helene made some very discreet moves. But even those failed time and again.

‘Those fools! Seeing as there’s no news today, it seems they’ve failed again. There’s no reason to pay them if this is how it goes! How can they not even inflict a single wound?’

The empress rarely left the Imperial Palace.

She hides in the safest place within this palace yet still controls the world.

Helene couldn’t stand how much she hated the empress.

She couldn’t accept that the empress had become exactly what she herself had wanted to be.

‘Even when I handed her a poisoned glass at a banquet, somehow she noticed and didn’t drink it, and when I tried to strangle her while she was alone by bribing a servant, I couldn’t even bribe anyone. Even hiring professional assassins fails, so what do I have to do to kill her?’

At first, Helene hadn’t intended to go this far. The very first drug she put in the empress’s drink was only meant to cause stomach pain, not poison.

But the empress irritatingly avoided all of Helene’s attacks as if to show off.

Seeing that she never fell for it even once, Helene became furious and stubborn.

‘I wasn’t this kind of person before.’

As she threw hysterical fits with each failure, even the maids began to avoid her.

Helene blamed that on the empress too.

The empress had made her like this.

Into a pathetic person who knew only hatred.

“I really wish she would just die…”

Helene mumbled weakly as she reached out, fumbling for a handkerchief to blow her nose.

Her swollen eyes, reddened nose, and gaunt cheeks from not eating properly looked so pitiful.

Helene blinked her eyes as she turned the hand mirror this way and that, examining her face.

‘Huh?’

At that very moment.

“!!!”

Something that shouldn’t have been reflected appeared in the small hand mirror.

The room had clearly been empty, but someone in all black attire suddenly appeared.

“Mmph! Hic, huh!!!”

Just as she tried to scream, her mouth was firmly clamped shut. Unable to breathe, Helene struggled and tried desperately to bite the hand.

‘Is it the empress? Is the empress taking revenge on me?’

Come to think of it, Helene had never once had her life threatened until now.

What if that was because the empress had been looking out for her?

‘Ah, no. I don’t want to die!’

Why should I die for what I did!

Tears fell in big drops from the unfairness of it all.

How pitiful her life was.

‘If I die, they must write on my tombstone that I was a great person who came from the Quyd minority…’

But they’re not killing me?

As she peeked open one eye, the force clamping her mouth loosened.

“I’ll kill you if you scream. Nod if you understand.”

There was a decadent charm to the languid voice.

His attitude exuded the composure of someone who had easily killed dozens of people, and his tone carried the superiority of one who clearly knew he was an apex predator.

She had to be careful.

Helene, frightened out of her wits, quickly nodded her head.

“Good girl. Now, keep your mouth shut tight and look at me, miss.”

“…?”

Miss?

She hadn’t heard such an absurd form of address since becoming a holy maiden.

But this wasn’t a situation where she could protest.

Hesitating, Helene slowly turned her body. The man let out a refreshing laugh.

“What’s this, you look just like a rabbit checking its surroundings. How cute.”

Helene gathered her courage and asked.

“Who… are you?”

As she did so, she slightly raised her eyes, feeling that much would be alright.

He had told her to look at him after all.

‘Old-fashioned clothes.’

The first thing she noticed was attire that seemed to have been in fashion about 100 years ago.

Things like a cloak long enough to drag on the floor or decorations made of feathers gave that impression.

Raising her head a bit more, this time she saw a face so beautiful it made her gasp.

“Wow.”

The contrast between the deep red hair and snow-white skin was intense. The burgundy-colored eyes with a bluish band deep in the irises captivated and lowered one’s guard the moment they met.

Helene unknowingly opened her mouth.

This dazzling beauty possessed the most enchanting loveliness she had ever seen.

A dangerous beauty like a carnivorous plant with poison at the ready, or a thorny rose.

He wore a gold drop earring in only one ear, which rather than looking strange, suited him perfectly.

“Ah, you’re not used to this kind of attire, miss. Well then, how about this?”

The man smiled gently while looking into Helene’s eyes.

It was so captivating that Helene just nodded without even knowing what he was saying.

Then a few seconds later, a dim light flickered over the man’s entire body and his attire changed.

It was now a refined formal wear that nobles wear these days.

“I heard your wish. You said you wanted to kill the empress, right?”

“Ah… yes.”

“You must be upset that things aren’t going as you want.”

“Yes… that’s right.”

Wait, why am I opening my mouth to answer?

Her mind was hazy. Unable to string thoughts together, Helene blinked her eyes.

Meanwhile, the sweet whisper tickled and licked at her ears.

“How about making a contract with me? Then I can lend you power. Power to do anything you want. You could even kill the empress.”

“Power…”

Um… but isn’t speaking like this… a demon?

Holy energy surged throughout Helene’s body.

It was trying to block the demon’s cunning whispers.

But the demon was not to be underestimated.

“Are you going to die so lonely and pitiful? Your life is too wretched for that. You worked so hard to come this far.”

Helene clutched at her chest.

She could feel the holy power within her flaring up wildly. The power of God was shouting forcefully to reject this man.

To close her ears even now. Don’t listen!

But the demon’s offer was terribly sweet.

“The empress was born with everything. And now she’s trying to take even what you have. How wicked and cruel. Such an empress deserves to be punished.”

“…Punished.”

“Yes. Mete out punishment. I’ll lend you my power.”

The red-haired man embraced Helene’s waist. Patting the small body that fit perfectly in his arms, he suppressed with dark magic the holy power that was burning his skin.

“We must teach the empress a lesson. And then things will go back to how they were before.”

“Back… to before.”

“My name is Belphegore. I’m a demon for those who are being treated unfairly. But there’s no need for prejudice just because I’m a demon. I stand on the side of the have-nots rather than the haves, the poor rather than the rich.”

Helene’s mouth gaped open and closed. She probably meant to say something like ‘But a demon is still not okay,’ but no sound came out.

Once she had met his eyes, she was already as good as trapped.

Belphegore could cast curses through eye contact.

It was a curse that significantly lowered the function of the five senses and made the mind hazy, preventing clear thinking.

“I’m trying to return the rights you should rightfully have. What’s your name?”

“Hel, ene.”

“Yes, Helene. Will you become my servant?”

His voice was so sensual that anyone overhearing might have thought he was proposing marriage.

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Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.

The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…

Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.

Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.

The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”

When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…

The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced

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