I Only Tried to Seduce the Villainess Sister Who Was Supposed to Kill Me - Chapter 44

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44.

 

“A being that feeds on my dark magic in exchange for granting my requests.”

 

So, to explain it more simply and easily, I said it was about giving compensation through a contract and letting that being consume the dark magic I possess in return for that price.

 

At the mention of consuming dark magic, Greim’s brow furrowed slightly, and I explained that Theor had also come to share the same summoned creature through that contract.

 

“I summoned Pandeum from here to ask him to deliver a message to His Highness the Crown Prince. I think we could send Pandeum to His Majesty the Emperor as well.”

 

At my words, Theor nodded once and asked.

 

“But didn’t you say that when you communicate with Pandeum, I would naturally know about it too?”

 

“Ah, I thought so too, but Pandeum says he can manage conversations between the first master and second master separately.”

 

As I continued explaining that this was an ability only Pandeum could use, not us summoners, as Pandeum had said, Theor frowned slightly and nodded slowly.

 

Greim seemed quite displeased with the part about me and Theor sharing the same summoned creature, as his eyebrows kept twitching intermittently.

 

“Then, we’ll use Pandeum to give His Majesty the Emperor a heads-up first, and you can explain the rest when you meet His Majesty in person.”

 

“Right.”

 

Greim nodded a couple of times in response to Theor’s words.

 

“I’ll send Pandeum. I know the location of the Imperial Palace well.”

 

“Yes, understood.”

 

When I nodded once, Theor seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking me.

 

“Elinea, do you have time for a brief walk?”

 

As soon as I nodded at Theor’s question, Greim spoke to Theor.

 

“But do you have time to be doing this right now?”

 

“Why.”

 

“They say you hit Young Lord Maxton.”

 

When I looked at Theor with surprised eyes at Greim’s words, Theor looked flustered and glanced at me nervously.

 

“You hit him?”

 

“No.”

 

“But they say it was you?”

 

Greim asked with a calm expression to Theor, who had immediately answered my question.

 

“No.”

 

“How badly did you hit him?”

 

Since his denial didn’t sound trustworthy at all, when I asked, Greim answered instead of Theor.

 

“They say all his teeth were broken.”

 

“Good heavens…!”

 

“It wasn’t me.”

 

“Don’t lie, I heard everything.”

 

Greim raised an eyebrow and spoke to Theor, who was firmly denying it.

 

Theor openly frowned at Greim.

 

“Aren’t you going to pray?”

 

“Prayer isn’t something you do every hour, you foolish believer. God also needs time to rest quietly…”

 

“I get it, so hurry up and disappear.”

 

“Elinea needs to attend the prayer meeting that’s about to start.”

 

At Greim’s words, Theor raised his eyebrows slightly as if telling him not to worry.

 

“I’ll get her back before the prayer meeting, so don’t worry. Elinea, shall we walk for a moment.”

 

“Ah, yes.”

 

Because Theor extended his hand to me, I reflexively took his hand and started walking.

 

I heard a small clicking sound from behind. Surely Greim, being a priest, wouldn’t have clicked his tongue? I must have misheard.

 

“Did you really break all of Young Lord Maxton’s teeth?”

 

“No, I didn’t.”

 

“If I ask Caroline, I’ll find out quickly. You know that Young Lord Maxton and Caroline have been childhood friends since they were young, right?”

 

“…”

 

At my words, perhaps thinking that the truth would come out anyway even if he tried to hide it, Theor nodded almost imperceptibly.

 

“I didn’t particularly intend to break all his teeth. That guy kept badmouthing Elinea in front of me, so my fist moved before I knew it…”

 

Trailing off, he soon said he had taken care of everything and that I didn’t need to worry about anything.

 

Of course, I wasn’t particularly worried.

 

I had wanted to beat up that rotten scoundrel with my own hands anyway.

 

“Thank you, Theor.”

 

When I squeezed the hand Theor was holding and smiled brightly at him, Theor’s jewel-like red eyes somehow began to glisten like a snake’s.

 

That gaze made me uncomfortable, so I turned my head to the other side and blinked, but Theor suddenly stopped walking.

 

“Elinea.”

 

“…Yes?”

 

“Will you come to the North after the prayer meeting ends?”

 

“Uh… the North?”

 

My eyes blinked rapidly at Theor’s sudden words.

 

Theor told me there were many beautiful places in the North that he wanted to show me.

 

Thanks to reading the original work, places like Snowstorm Waterfall, Snow Village where snow never stopped falling, and Silver Mist Lake were places I wanted to visit too. I hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly.

 

Then Theor immediately showed a bright smile.

 

‘His smiles come so easily.’

 

I have no idea where the nickname “Grand Duke who never smiles” came from.

 

“Then, stay safe during the prayer meeting, and I’ll come to escort you to House of Brencia when it ends.”

 

“Yes, I’ll see you then.”

 

When I tried to let go of his hand while nodding, he squeezed my hand again and said he would escort me to the entrance of the Imperial Shrine.

 

I briefly wondered if there was any need to escort me when we had only walked about ten steps, but I also wanted to stay with Theor a little longer, so I nodded and squeezed Theor’s hand back.

 

Theor walked toward the Imperial Shrine and smiled affectionately at me.

 

That smile was so beautiful it made my heart flutter.

 

When I stood at the entrance and insisted on watching him leave after he told me to go in first, Theor said he would contact me and got into the carriage.

 

As I watched the departing carriage and tried to calm my fluttering heart, Greim’s voice suddenly came from behind me.

 

“Is the walk over?”

 

“Ah, yes. Theor just left.”

 

“I have eyes, so I saw.”

 

He always felt somewhat cold, but today he seemed particularly cold.

 

I blinked. It must be my imagination, right?

 

“Let’s go in. The prayer meeting will start soon.”

 

“Yees.”

 

Yawn, I’m tired. I playfully drew out the end of my words and followed Greim inside.

 

* * *

 

The prayer meeting was literally an event where people gathered in a large space to offer prayers.

 

The believers sat closely together on long benches, listening to the prayer recited by the High Priest on the platform and offering prayers to God.

 

Since the current High Priest was seriously ill, Greim would take the platform at this prayer meeting, and because of that rumor, far more young ladies had gathered than before.

 

Certainly, just looking at Greim’s face would make this boring prayer meeting end quickly.

 

Come to think of it, the Imperial Shrine was almost like a group of merchants.

 

Since it was natural and customary for all the noble families whose daughters attended the prayer meeting to make donations, putting forward Greim, who was popular with the young ladies, was a very clever and calculating method.

 

Well, the Imperial Shrine had long been siphoning money from nobles for various reasons.

 

Under the pretext of serving God, while exploiting those with God-given abilities.

 

I was thinking about how there are always those who fill their bellies with others’ possessions in any world, but then I also thought that perhaps it was because the Imperial Shrine existed that people like Greim, who hear God’s voice, have power in their words.

 

The Imperial Shrine, which was in an adversarial relationship with the Imperial Court, was the only institution that could check the Imperial Family’s tyranny, so it was certainly necessary.

 

The problem was that right now, the corrupt high-ranking priests were joining hands with the Empress to try to make Prince Oslo, the Empress’s son, the next emperor instead of Lloyd.

 

Since I had read the entire original work, I knew well how dangerous the things they would do were.

 

At that moment, my eyes met directly with Greim, who was giving a speech.

 

He continued his speech while staring straight at me.

 

“For the happiness of all that God desires, those with power should…”

 

As I stared blankly at his mysterious gray eyes for a moment, I began to think again about Greim’s usefulness as he stood there representing the Imperial Shrine in his speech.

 

Right, I shouldn’t just pair him up with Caroline, but help him build the power to eliminate the wicked group in the Imperial Shrine that has sided with the Empress.

 

Though I don’t know the exact time when the Empress and the Black Magicians first meet, as long as the Empress doesn’t abandon her ambition to put her son on the throne, they will inevitably encounter each other.

 

Black magic arts…

 

Black magic was manifested by beings with black magical power using magic circles to unleash their abilities, while elemental abilities were used by those with respective attributes naturally drawing upon that power.

 

However, black magic arts were abilities where the powerless used powerful materials as mediums to cast spells, and while they appeared similar to black magic or dark attributes on the surface, their essence was completely different.

 

In any case, black magic arts that required sacrificing something to manifest were techniques created by humans imitating the power of gods.

 

The reason the Demon God could be resurrected through those black magic arts was also because humans, not gods, had foolishly opened that path themselves.

 

“Let us pray.”

 

At that moment, Greim’s voice rang out clearly as if the speech had ended.

 

When I reflexively looked up at Greim, he narrowed his mysterious gray eyes and spoke only moving his lips.

 

‘Close your eyes, Elinea.’

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