A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 63.2
“Ah…”
“If idiots like Baron Gavent start making a fuss about religious persecution or whatever, it’ll become a headache.”
As if the mere thought irritated him, he pressed his temple firmly.
Then he muttered, almost like a sigh.
“I heard they’d set up a nice operation right in the middle of the capital, so I thought I might finally see his face… but once again, he slipped away neatly, leaving only his tail behind.”
His voice carried the weariness and long-standing frustration of someone sick of it.
I felt a little strange.
The novel had never shown this side of Serge at all.
‘Though this is hardly the only thing that wasn’t in the novel…’
And the more I listened, the more it seemed he had been chasing the Sephirot Church for quite some time.
In other words, it wasn’t just because of the incident at the banquet.
“…Why are you trying to eliminate the Sephirot Church, Your Highness?”
Unable to hold back my curiosity, I asked.
At that moment, Serge’s step stopped.
But it was so brief it was almost as if I had imagined it.
“Who knows. Why do you think?”
“……”
“Why don’t you try guessing, Ducal Lady.”
He asked back casually as he continued up the stairs.
‘How would I know?’
It was absurd, but at the same time, I instinctively felt he was hiding something.
Just then.
The number above Serge’s head rose.
If the percentage increased without him using his ability, it meant his condition was unstable.
“……!”
Suddenly, the air against my skin turned cold.
Sure enough, killing intent was beginning to leak from the man’s broad back.
The quiet stairwell, filled only with the sound of footsteps, became tense in an instant.
The number changed again.
A cold chill ran down my spine.
My body remembered this feeling.
‘Last time too, he was joking like that and suddenly started bleeding from his nose.’
No matter how well an Awakener controlled their reason, their state became unpredictable just before a rampage.
Anxiety, anger, unstable emotions.
‘I have to say this carefully.’
Recalling the typical signs of an impending rampage, I swallowed dryly and spoke.
“…I thought you came to get revenge on the Crown Prince, and to find the Purifier.”
“Well, it’s all part of the same thing.”
“……”
“That’s unfortunate for you, though. I went through the trouble of calling you here so you could meet the Purifier.”
Just then, the end of the stairs came into view.
We had finally reached the ground floor.
The man, who was two steps ahead of me, stepped onto the floor first and turned back.
The corridor was dark, and the backlight cast his face in shadow, making it hard to see.
I couldn’t tell what expression he was wearing.
“But.”
“……”
“Didn’t you say you had something to tell the Purifier?”
“……”
“What was it?”
Only when the number stopped rising did I finally let out a quiet breath of relief.
Then I muttered weakly.
“…I wanted to apologize.”
“What?”
He repeated the word as if he had never heard it before.
“Apo…logize?”
“Yes. Apologize.”
I answered firmly and looked up at him crookedly.
“Could you move aside so I can come up?”
At that, Serge reluctantly stepped to the side.
Only then did I see his face.
He looked deeply uncomfortable, like someone who had just heard something they never wanted to hear.
As I walked past him, he followed close behind and pressed me persistently.
“For what?”
“I heard that she’s been bullied by me all this time, and that she was put in danger in Tollen because of me.”
“And?”
“So I was going to apologize, and tell her that it won’t ever happen again.”
“I really… can’t believe it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re going to apo, logize? They say people change when they’re about to die… are you sick or something, Ducal Lady?”
His serious tone annoyed me.
I quickened my pace to put distance between us.
“I mean, I died and came back to life, so I guess I’ve reset? According to the rumors, Your Highness has survived countless life-and-death situations on the battlefield, so why haven’t you changed at all…”
“……”
“…Your Highness?”
Suddenly, I no longer heard his footsteps behind me.
Puzzled, I stopped and turned back.
And I saw him leaning against the wall, clutching his side as if collapsing.
“Ugh…”
“Y-Your Highness!”
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