The Circumstances of Being Chosen as the Villainess’s Favorite - Chapter 147

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Chapter 147

The documents were a mess, and the donations that were supposedly distributed to each orphanage had disappeared somewhere in between.

Perhaps Claudius really had taken them as slush funds.

In this regard alone, High Priest Evans might not have been lying.

‘However… I can no longer trust High Priest Evans at face value.’

While proceeding with this accusation, High Priest Evans had shown several suspicious circumstances.

Thus, Father Pedro brought up the final hypothesis he really didn’t want to consider.

‘What if High Priest Evans was…’

Father Pedro’s eyes trembled faintly.

‘Trying to frame the House of Claudius?’

But then.

Knock knock.

The sound of knocking echoed.

‘Hmm?’

Father Pedro frowned.

‘Journalists?’

But this was a hideout that Isaac had personally arranged in a secretive location that would be difficult for journalists to find.

Though it being almost like a slum was problematic…

Father Pedro quietly kept his mouth shut, pretending not to be there.

Knock knock, knock knock knock, knock knock knock knock knock.

But as if knowing he was inside, the knocking continued persistently like nagging.

Eventually, Father Pedro couldn’t endure it and got up.

“Who is it?”

Creak—

The old door opened with an unpleasant sound.

Beyond it stood a man.

He wore a hood over his head and had his face covered with a mask as well.

‘That person is…?!’

It was clear he was definitely not a journalist. And also clear that he hadn’t come with good intentions.

Father Pedro’s eyes widened.

At the same time, the man drew a dagger from inside his coat.

Shing.

The sound of the sheath scraping against the blade rang ominously in his ears.

“What, what is this?”

The terrified Father Pedro stumbled backward.

“If there’s something you want, we can talk…”

But the man didn’t even answer, only raised the dagger high.

Into the darkened corridor, the well-sharpened blade gleamed stark white.

Father Pedro’s mind went blank.

‘Am I going to die like this?!’

Though he wasn’t quite capable of standing before the goddess with his head held high and saying, ‘I have no shame in my life.’

Still, he had never earned enough resentment from others to warrant being murdered.

Yet someone was trying to kill him.

‘Why on earth?’

With that thought.

Swish!

The sharp point of the dagger blade came down.

Father Pedro reflexively squeezed his eyes shut.

But the expected pain never came.

Clang!

Because a sword that appeared just in time nimbly deflected the dagger trying to attack Father Pedro.

When he opened his eyes, a man was standing in front of him protectively, blocking his path.

Unlike his opponent who had hidden his identity with a hood and mask, the man had his face completely exposed as if he had nothing to hide.

The man glanced back and asked a question.

“Are you alright?”

“Uh…”

For a moment, Father Pedro became dazed as if he had been struck in the head.

Pale platinum hair that stood out clearly even in the darkness.

Blue eyes that shone coldly like glacial ice.

There was no way he couldn’t recognize that handsome appearance.

And for good reason, since the man before him was…

“L-Lord Claudius?”

It was Dietrich, the young head of Claudius who had been opposing Father Pedro all this time.

“First, let’s have our conversation…”

Dietrich spun the hand holding his sword in a circle.

And then.

“After we deal with that bastard.”

He instantly lunged toward the masked man’s chest, swinging his sword in a wide arc.

Clang!

Blue sword light split the darkness in half.

“Kugh!”

A suppressed groan flowed from the masked man’s lips.

Despite his slender build, the force he pushed with was incredibly strong.

His body’s balance crumbled in an instant.

The masked man felt cold sweat running down his back.

‘I need to escape!’

There were rumors that Lord Claudius was quite skilled, comparable even to the family’s knights.

The masked man had inwardly scoffed at those rumors.

‘He’s probably just a desk jockey at best. What trouble they go through to flatter a noble lord.’

That’s what he had thought.

But this was…

‘Even more than the rumors!’

The masked man frantically swung his dagger to get away from Dietrich, but the distance was gradually closing instead.

Clang! Clang clang! Clang!

The sharp sound of metal clashing against metal rang out several times.

The masked man’s eyes shook violently.

“Damn it!”

The masked man let out a strangled shout and thrust his dagger fiercely toward Dietrich one last time.

But Dietrich actually used that force to his advantage.

Dietrich caught the wrist holding the masked man’s dagger and pulled the man toward himself.

Crash!

“Kugh!”

The masked man tumbled pathetically to the floor.

He tried to get up quickly, but it was already too late.

A razor-sharp blade was already pointing at the masked man’s throat.

“I pursue efficiency, you see.”

The tip of the blade dug in slightly, and a drop of blood trickled down his neck.

The masked man stiffened his shoulders with a start.

“So if you resist further, I’m planning to cut the tendons in your wrists and ankles first before continuing.”

Dietrich smiled elegantly.

“How about it?”

“….”

The masked man who had been glaring fiercely at Dietrich showed his surrender by dropping the dagger he held in his hand.

Clang!

The sharp sound of metal hitting the floor rang out.

Dietrich kicked the dagger away to a distance, then glanced back at Father Pedro.

His face was fresh, without even a drop of sweat.

“You are Father Pedro, correct?”

“Yes, yes. That’s right, but….”

“Please come with me.”

Though it was a gentle invitation, there was a strange sense of pressure.

That overwhelming skill that had instantly subdued that enormously built man.

And that composure that seemed innate from birth.

‘Refusing would be… impossible.’

Father Pedro swallowed his dry saliva and slowly nodded his head.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Dietrich answered leisurely, then immediately kicked the masked man’s jaw.

“Gah!”

The masked man let out a strange scream and collapsed limply.

After the situation was somewhat settled.

Looking at the masked man who was tied up tightly and being handed over to other knights of the ducal house.

Father Pedro fell into confusion.

‘Why did His Grace save me?’

He at least had some sense.

To Claudius, Father Pedro was nothing but a thorn in their side.

That’s why Dietrich’s kindness was even more incomprehensible.

“Um… what on earth is going on with this matter?”

Unable to contain his bewilderment any longer, Father Pedro carefully asked a question to Dietrich who sat across from him in the carriage.

Dietrich merely shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s a long story. Let me tell you after we arrive at the ducal house.”

“Ah, yes….”

Father Pedro, who had been answering absentmindedly, hesitated.

‘Don’t tell me, he’s taking me to the Claudius Estate?’

As if to confirm those words as correct.

The carriage carrying Father Pedro glided smoothly into the magnificent townhouse.

Dietrich personally guided the priest to the drawing room.

“Please have a seat.”

“Ah, yes.”

Father Pedro sat down with a creaking sound.

A maid immediately brought tea and refreshments, but Father Pedro was so nervous that he couldn’t even touch them.

From across the table, piercing blue eyes were staring intently at Father Pedro as if seeing right through him.

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