A Runaway Villainess, Now Healing In An Enemy Country - Chapter 65

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【Chapter 65】

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From a young age, I easily earned the hatred of others.

At first, I thought it was because I was born in exchange for my mother’s life, as Emma had said, and later I thought it was because of my weak magic or my inability to be gentle.

Then at some point, I stopped looking for reasons within myself. Because I realized.

Whether I did well or poorly, whether I was good or bad, people who would hate me would hate me. There might be no reason, or anything could become that reason.

So I found an alternative. If the outside world surrounding me was unstable, I just needed to become even more solid myself.

Solid enough not to be shaken by any situation.

“No… The evil god died a hundred years ago…”

But what is this.

That god actually hated me, and because of that, I had to live like this?

The three sentences at my feet, sparkling in brilliant gold, dizzily filled my vision. The letters followed along with my staggering steps.

Only then did I notice that I had been continuously stepping backward, as if trying to distance myself from that ‘fate.’

“They said a new god… was born.”

At my murmur, God’s answer came from above my head.

“From the beginning until now, I am the only god that exists in this world. There is no such thing as being newly born.”

“That can’t be…”

“Therefore, defining good and evil is my authority. You are the evil that must be cut out from this world.”

“…Why?”

I found myself asking again.

Why do this to me to such an extent. Why hate me so much. Why me of all people.

I couldn’t understand it at all, and it couldn’t be explained logically. A helplessness I had never felt before resonated throughout my entire body.

“Humans always seek causes.”

“…”

“Fine. I’ll answer you. You are an invader.”

“…”

“You ruin the world I cultivated, go against my great will, and threaten heavenly law.”

Flutter—

Hundreds, thousands of torn book pages poured down frantically from the high ceiling. Even without reading what was written inside, I could somehow instinctively tell.

It was the content of the original story I knew.

“You made the story I worked hard on useless twice.”

…’Twice’?

Why twice?

I had certainly lived two lives, but this was the first time I was born in this place.

Screech!

Suddenly, along with a sharp ringing sound, I felt pain as if my brain was being pierced with an awl. I thought while holding my head, which had become numb from the pain.

I definitely read a novel in my previous life.

My previous life was in a different world from here. A place without sanctums, magi, or magic. A city surrounded by tall buildings.

In that place, I often fantasized and liked reading imaginative stories written by others.

My circumstances weren’t good. I was good at studying but failed to enter university. While working various part-time jobs, I met with an unfortunate accident,

and was reborn in the world of the novel I was reading…

Was the title 【The Countess Doesn’t Want to Be Loved】? Was the protagonist Lishie?

…No. It was a different name.

What I read back then, what I possessed, what I was reborn into was ‘originally’ a different novel.

“You completely ruined my story again. Yes… If it’s come to this, it would be better to rewrite it from the beginning.”

The original story I remember now is newly written. Though my mind was tangled and couldn’t recall it properly, I could be certain. Instinctively, with my heart, with my soul.

Like lightning.

That I have one more previous life I can’t remember.

“Even if you die, you’re reborn again.”

…That this is my third life.

“I agonized over it. How to make sure you would never be reborn again.”

God approached, descending silently from the air.

With each step, the book pages spread like carpet on the floor rustled. It sounded exactly like insects crawling.

“And before long, I found the answer.”

She stopped as if pointing to the letters at her feet.

[‘Irene’ cannot be loved by anyone.]

[‘Irene’ will be hated by those she loves most and betrayed in the most miserable way.]

[‘Irene’ dies eternally in despair.]

“I make those who would love you feel repulsion toward you. The more you love someone, the more I make them hate you.”

“…”

“When you open your heart, I make the other person betray you. Regardless of your actions, thoughts, values, or abilities, I make everyone suspect and distrust you.”

She raised her finger and poked my chest.

“Until your soul despairs deeply and perishes.”

“…Shut up! Be quiet!”

I violently swatted away her hand and shouted. A scream-like sound burst from my throat.

“You’re loud. So loud. Too loud!”

God’s voice, the ringing that had continued since earlier, my heart beating as if it would burst, even the letters at my feet—everything was loud.

What I knew and what I didn’t know became mixed together. Even the memories of my previous life that I had never doubted, when I tried to dig into them, nothing could be more ambiguous than this.

I didn’t know what to believe, or how far to believe it.

I didn’t even know who I was right now.

“I, I am…”

That’s when it happened.

The scent of winter suddenly wafted from behind me.

“Irene.”

A low voice quietly calling my name. The coldly frozen warmth embracing my entire body. The sensation of skin like touching snow.

“Don’t listen.”

Then instantly, the entire world became quiet.

It was no longer loud. Nothing tormented me anymore. As if I were buried in a snowy plain with no one around…

“…”

When I silently turned my head to look back, he was there. The most beautiful man I knew.

In the soundless world, he spoke with lip movements.

It’s okay. I found you.

So nothing can hurt you.

“…Ah.”

Space and time froze as if stopped.

The library quietly facing a midwinter storm. White frost formed on all the densely lined bookshelves.

The papers spread on the floor became a snowy field, and the books floating in the air hardened like ice. Receiving light from the ceiling, everything around sparkled dazzlingly like jewels.

I drew in a breath while looking at scenery more fantastical than fantasy.

“Really…”

He really came to me. He hasn’t changed.

He kept his promise…

Only then did I realize I had been driven to the brink of hyperventilation. When I leaned my back against him and slowly exhaled, my reason gradually returned.

…Come to think of it.

Why did Davuer wake up from sleep when I came?

How do I calm his magi?

In this moment, I discarded all knowledge I had about divine power. I also threw away all the common sense from outside this world that I’d held as someone who’d possessed a novel or been reincarnated.

And I persistently questioned all the doubts I’d been trying to understand with ‘convenient’ settings until now.

Why is the evil god who supposedly died a hundred years ago still alive?

Why is he only now confessing his intentions to me?

What benefit would there be if I died?

Why does he need to go through such a complicated process to kill me?

Was the magic that pierced through the World Tree that day really magic?

What if.

What if the future Davuer saw was correct? If a newly born god really does exist in this world.

Where’s the guarantee that the new god’s divine power is exactly the same as the divine power we know?

If the new god is a completely different being, wouldn’t it be more natural for the ‘new divine power’ to also be a force with different characteristics from what existed before?

The answer to all these questions might be.

“…How do you use holy power?”

I asked reflexively, but actually his answer wasn’t necessary. I recalled the temple’s sacred object that he had called a ghost or soul the day before.

Holy power is life force, a power derived from divine energy.

The foundation of life force lies in the soul.

And coincidentally, they said my soul’s color appeared beautiful to those at Winter Castle.

So, if I assume that something called new divine power is contained in my soul…

Davuer lifted my hand and spoke silently.

Think of gathering it to a single point at your fingertips. Unlike mana, holy power is scattered throughout.

“…Ah, I understand.”

Whoooosh—

A completely unfamiliar sensation, different from operating mana, swirled throughout my body. It felt overwhelming, as if reconstructing cells, as if blood vessels were swelling, as if organs might burst.

I drew up the ‘divine power’ as it was, and calculated mana from my heart. The mental image was clearer than ever before.

I stepped away from Davuer and stood on the ground with my own pure strength. As if frozen time was finally flowing, the snow all around melted rapidly.

The fate that had been rippling beneath my feet was no longer visible.

“Sound… Yes, you’re brainwashing through sound.”

If I don’t listen, it has no power.

If it were truly a god, if it were omnipotent, it wouldn’t have such a long tongue either. That thing is hoping for me to despair quickly.

I raised my head to look at the self-proclaimed god.

“But you can’t directly control me. Right?”

The reason why despite having such tremendous power, all the ‘writing’ about me is only indirect. The reason it touches my surroundings instead of me.

Because it cannot interfere with my actions, thoughts, values, or abilities.

From the beginning, I wasn’t the only one who was impatient.

This god might be even more impatient than me. Because it can’t kill me according to the story. Because I’m already…

Far removed from the fate it had set.

So it doesn’t matter what new story the god writes.

“I’m going to burn every book you’ve written.”

Whoosh!

Bright red flames that rose from the floor instantly dominated the space. They spread roughly beyond control, burning all the bookshelves.

Flames that greedily devoured everything.

My first divine magic was fire magic.

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