The Dutiful Kid Who Saved the Villainous Family - Chapter 173

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Episode 173

Berry’s face was red like a ripe apple, no, like a glossy ruby.

Airi looked up at Berry and asked boldly.

“Marriage?”

Berry glanced around and nodded repeatedly.

Airi tilted her head, unable to understand what Berry was thinking.

Then Berry spoke haltingly with a red face.

“J-just a moment.”

Still wearing the cotton apron with apple patterns, Berry went to pick some clean fresh flowers from the lakeside that hadn’t been trampled.

“Flowers?”

Airi couldn’t understand the relationship between marriage and flowers at all. But Berry was overly serious.

“Yes, th-they say you need flowers for times like this.”

“Oo, oohaha. Oohahahaha!”

…Cookie was practically rolling on the floor laughing.

Just as Airi was tilting her head, unable to grasp the exact situation.

Berry seriously got down on one knee.

“Gasp, Berry! What are you doing?”

“Ma-ma-marry… please marry me.”

Not “please marry me” but “please marry me” in formal speech.

Berry’s way of speaking closely resembled Airi’s solemn tone. Then Cookie kept adding commentary from the side.

“Hey, Airi! This is a proposal!”

“Gasp, a proposal…?!”

“Pr-pr-proposal… Th-th-that’s right…”

Though he kept stuttering, Berry’s eyes looking at Airi were sparkling. So much so that Airi’s face turned completely red thinking of adult proposals.

At that moment, Cookie made a gasp sound like an audience member.

“Then you can hold hands too! If you two get married!”

“Ga-gasp.”

Berry’s eyes were still staring intently at Airi.

Marriage with Berry.

If they got married…

She didn’t know exactly what would be good about it, or precisely what the benefits were…

‘Wedding march, and. Kisses?!’

Imaginations about ‘kisses’ floated up in Airi’s mind like clouds.

Berry carefully added.

“Ki-ki-kisses, if they’re bu-bu-burdensome, la-la-la-later…”

Cookie said dryly.

“How should I put it, somehow it seems like the burdensome one isn’t this side but that side. I mean, Berry looks like he’d die of a heart attack if he kissed.”

Berry hung his head low, barely managing to keep it up.

‘Berry can’t die of a heart attack…!’

Worried about Berry, Airi took the bouquet of fresh flowers.

“If we get married, can we be together for a long, long time?”

“Yes… I’m also good at packing lunch boxes…”

“Okay!”

With Cookie’s laughter holding his belly as background music, Airi and Berry’s future was decided just like that.

…The adults, especially Serafin, had no idea in their dreams.

And so a surprisingly peaceful day was passing by.

* * *

The Pope slowly closed his eyes and opened them again.

Until now, only a perfect and splendid future had always appeared before his eyes.

It had always been a smooth path.

Because the Lord had always been in his life.

However…

Because so many people had gained hope, his future was growing dark.

Clearly, there should have been more humans becoming confused, falling into despair, and suffering.

Only then could his test subjects infiltrate.

‘Why is this happening.’

There was only one reason.

“Airi Ortejo…”

The child he thought was dead had returned. It was his misjudgment.

The Pope’s mind instantly reached a conclusion.

‘If the child who existed pretending to be a ghost in the Papal States was also that child.’

Was it also Airi’s doing that his test subjects were damaged?

Had she dared to attempt purification and then cunningly escaped?

He heard the sound of cracks forming in the perfect plan he had established and the perfectly constructed castle walls.

He also noticed the ominous atmosphere of the cardinals who had followed him.

Of course, the cardinals were nothing more than mere creatures who couldn’t even serve as his hands and feet.

But the Pope couldn’t bear these cracks.

‘All plans must be perfect.’

Only then could he get this world in his grasp.

Finally, the Pope made his decision.

‘I will ascend to the altar myself.’

There was no need for consultation with the cardinals.

He decided to act immediately upon making his decision.

Taking a dagger, the Pope passed through the laboratory containing the test subjects’ bodies and climbed to the mountain peak.

The highest point of this mountain.

This place called ‘Nakruddam,’ said to be where God’s tears fell, was a hollow where spring water had pooled.

The Pope intended to make his wish to God at this place.

To do so, he had to offer his own precious blood and mix it into this spring.

‘Though it’s a waste of blood…’

He took out the dagger and unhesitatingly cut his ring finger.

Blood dripped down to the spring’s edge.

“Oh God. I cannot tell from where the cracks in my plan began. So…”

His hidden move.

That was precisely…

“I offer fragments of my soul and divinity to you. Please, grant me the wisdom to rule this world.”

A kind of equivalent exchange.

He slowly, with trembling hands, raised them up.

“So, all of this is…”

Soon he could hear the sound of his soul fragmenting.

To obtain this world, to have eternal life, what he offered on the altar was none other than…

His own soul.

And he intended to properly piece together this fragmented soul.

For that, only one thing was needed.

Faint blood appeared on the altar, then was slowly absorbed.

As if nothing had happened at all.

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