I’m Hunting My Enemy - Chapter 65
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65. Annulment Ceremony (3)
Seeing the eyes of a god for the first time in her life, the only thought in Ryuie’s mind was whether the ritual had succeeded.
Every time the thin, long red irises embedded in those yellow eyes repeatedly swept over Ryuie and Yosua, Ryuie shuddered with excitement.
That damn god had finally decided to listen to her.
Though it was quite disappointing that only the eyes came, not the ears.
Ryuie deliberately waved her two hands with black blades pierced through them in front of the god.
See? We’re finished now.
Nothing will ever go well again.
Then, just as it had appeared, Rkultu’s eyes silently slipped away and disappeared.
The ceiling of the prayer hall that had vanished did not return. It seemed to have been swallowed up completely.
Looking at Yosua bathed in the light streaming down from the pierced ceiling, Ryuie thought the ritual had finally succeeded this time.
It was a grand delusion.
‘You appear so dramatically and then just leave without even breaking one betrothal vow?’
Ryuie regretted exactly one thing.
She should have stabbed those lofty divine eyes with the dagger instead of both their hands.
Damn god.
“Useless.”
“Gasp! I’ll pull myself together, Miss. I’ll stop talking now. It’s just too shocking.”
“Not you.”
Instead of making a statement that would warrant a blasphemy trial, Ryuie looked at the man standing on the opposite side of the room.
“Why did you disappear, Glem?”
Glem, who had already answered nine times, replied curtly for the tenth time.
“It hurt.”
“So what hurt so much that you ran away at the moment when your beloved lover finally cut off an unhealthy relationship and became wholesome?”
“It didn’t look wholesome.”
Glem crossed his arms. Ryuie raised one eyebrow.
“You know you were slashing with a blade behind me, right?”
“Right.”
“You were about to drag me down with you.”
“I was.”
“Did you run away?”
Glem, who usually answered all of Ryuie’s questions, rarely avoided giving an answer.
Ryuie was angry.
After the ritual ended, Ryuie had been looking only for Glem to check if it had been effective.
She didn’t even want to test it with other humans.
She had finally met him again with blood streaming from one hand.
But Glem had suddenly become like a coward and kept his distance.
When she barely touched fingertips to try to confirm the vow, she had to watch black lightning spark.
Ryuie had trouble choosing what to be angrier about.
The failed ceremony? The useless god? Or that bastard?
‘Since Glem is right in front of me, let’s go with that bastard.’
A butter knife flew toward Glem, who was still standing with his arms crossed.
As if performing acrobatics, the butter knife stuck right next to his head with a ping and trembled, reflecting Glem’s profile.
“Would you believe me if I said I left because I was jealous?”
“You’re joking, right?”
“I really wish I were joking too.”
Glem answered while pulling out the butter knife with two fingers, his feelings seemingly complicated.
As if the reason he wasn’t looking at Ryuie lay there, he briefly turned his face to look at the blade’s side.
“It’s hard to look at the Crown Prince. It’s even harder to see you two together.”
“Ha.”
“Even though, if you think about it, I’m the one with the improper approach.”
Only after saying that much did Ryuie seem slightly willing to accept it.
Indeed, playing the sinner was Glem’s survival strategy.
Though he’d have to hear some harsh words.
“I’ll say it again, stop looking for a conscience that doesn’t suit you.”
“I thought a conscience would be easier to find than a god.”
Glem said.
“But who knew a god would be discovered faster than my conscience.”
“I really wonder why Lord Rkultu appeared?”
Catsy couldn’t contain her curiosity and joined the conversation.
“Has there ever been such a thing when the Saintess performed rituals?”
“That girl has never officiated my betrothal annulment ceremony.”
“Moreover, there’s no record of such a thing. I already checked through an investigator, and the true form is always hidden, descending only through representatives.”
“Like the Saintess?”
“That’s right.”
Ryuie recalled the records of Rkultu she had learned in school.
Though no one had ever seen it, it was written that Rkultu was massive enough to cover the sky, watched over the world with one hundred ninety-nine eyes, and performed miracles with countless hands beyond comprehension.
Reading this description, Ryuie had gotten angry, saying how could they write such fiction when no one had ever seen it. She had even burned the book.
However, since it was a precious text with fire-prevention magic, she only singed her bangs a bit.
After that, she had shuddered and stayed away from religious texts.
Now the god seemed ready to knock directly on her skull.
“Ugh.”
“And we’ve received a reply from the Imperial Palace. They’re telling us to send His Highness the Crown Prince’s body to the capital without a moment’s delay.”
“Refuse.”
“Hic.”
“Miss! It’s a letter from the Imperial Palace!”
When the expected reaction burst from her subordinates, Ryuie waved her hand dismissively.
“Are you stupid? Don’t refuse outright and get charged with blasphemy. Make excuses like the messenger bird fell into the swamp and died, or the mage got anemia, anyway say you didn’t know.”
“That won’t work, Miss. Look how many nobles came here. It absolutely won’t work.”
“But I haven’t finished using him yet!”
Ryuie slammed the table in indignation.
“It’s my fiancé’s body that I found. I’ll decide when to return it!”
“Should I tell the Imperial Palace that?”
“The Empress will accept it.”
At Ryuie’s confident expression, Bendam slyly pulled out another envelope that had been tucked away.
“I thought you’d say that, so Her Majesty the Empress also enclosed a second letter.”
“A second one?”
Instantly, everyone’s attention in the room focused on the letter envelope in Bendam’s hand.
This time Glem’s interest was also included, as he seemed to want to see at least the handwriting after hearing news of his mother for so long.
Bendam cleared his throat at the excessive attention and briefly read the letter’s contents.
“The charges raised by the Duke’s daughter are extremely serious, and with the Crown Prince’s body discovered, the Imperial Palace can no longer stand by. In place of the Emperor’s management, we send someone to rectify the situation. Please welcome them warmly.”
“Who’s coming?”
Bendam glanced at Ryuie for a moment before answering.
“The Saintess will be coming here.”
For the first time, Ryuie’s voice, which had seemed ready to be stubborn throughout, deflated.
“…That girl?”
“Yes.”
Ryuie pressed her lips with her finger for a moment, thinking about something, then stared at Glem.
It was an expression of reading the situation in a different way than before.
‘…Ryuie? Reading the situation?’
The combination of the most mismatched words in the world made Glem’s mind freeze for a moment.
‘That too because of the Saintess?’
Glem’s mind, which had been drowning in all sorts of worries and guilt, suddenly shot up in alarm.
And he quickly pulled out the Saintess section from his mental directory and frantically rechecked its contents.
The general definition of being Rkultu’s blessed representative and the highest-ranking authority overseeing all priests flew away.
The sentence that was sparkling and shining in Glem’s mind right now was this:
A former romantic candidate that Ryuie had been infatuated with.
The legendary protagonist who had burned so hotly and intensely, even more than himself, that Ryuie had to recuperate.
“This is trouble.”
Ryuie took a deep breath.
“I haven’t decided how to treat that child yet.”
“The young lady?”
“That child is a bit of a special case.”
As Ryuie glanced at Glem again, it seemed she knew exactly how to drive a lover crazy.
It was incredibly bothering!
‘She’s not even an ex-lover.’
Glem anxiously tapped his foot.
But they say unfulfilled love burns hotter.
‘It was just one night. No! It wasn’t even a night!’
But why did his blood vessels keep trying to pop out freely to assert themselves?
Even when he had misunderstood about Mos or Benito, it wasn’t this bad.
Ryuie’s voice became subtly teasing, as if taking medicine.
“Would it be okay if I met that child, Glem?”
“Uh. Of coursh.”
“Kheup.”
“Of course, I don’t need your permission.”
Ryuie smiled sweetly.
Not missing an opportunity even in this situation was exactly Ryuie’s virtue.
Seeing Glem worry about the Saintess far more than any other competitor made Ryuie feel good.
It was better than when he pointlessly got jealous over Yosua.
‘Honestly, I didn’t think you’d leave.’
Ryuie’s smile dimmed slightly.
From Glem’s perspective, there should be nothing more thrilling than the moment Ryuie’s betrothal vow disappeared.
Yet he left his post.
At the altar, Ryuie had called for Glem as many as three times. Three times!
But he didn’t respond.
‘Could that really be interpreted as just jealousy?’
Seeds of doubt came flying.
The doubt sown on the ground that Benito had plowed was watered by the Rkultu incident that appeared later.
Everything became suspicious, making her keep testing Glem.
Is it true that he likes me?
Did he want the sacred object in the swamp?
His name, his origin, his purpose?
The Crown Prince’s ring incident, which she had once just overlooked and let pass, felt different now.
With Glem also strangely distant since the ceremony, dissatisfaction slowly gnawed and rose up.
If Glem was the reason Yosua ended up like that, who would she choose?
It was an interesting question.
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