The Villain Who Will Kill Me Is Too Handsome, It's Troublesome - Chapter 104

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Episode 104.
“You’ve stained Kirien’s soul completely black?”
It hadn’t seized it entirely. Since it hadn’t possessed him completely, a sinful soul remained so clear and pristine.
“So where is Kirien right now?”
“Who knows? Sunk beneath the waters of sleep? Or lost in slumber forever?”
When Artiela raised the Bardo, the Source of Evil inhabiting Kirien’s body smiled beautifully.
“You’ve got that in your pocket, don’t you?”
His gaze fell to the pouch at Artiela’s waist.
“You filled your Purification Ability, didn’t you?”
It had been listening from inside Kirien’s body all along.
“The Holy Tree even told you when to use it.”
“You’ve been listening since then?”
Artiela’s eyes wavered. She had no sense of when exactly it had taken root within him.
She had certainly stripped away the black shadow. But Buttonie’s color had kept changing ever since the Second Princess died.
“Of course I’m Kirien.”
“That’s nonsense.”
Artiela considered the possibility of Dissociative Identity again.
She had once searched through books in the Archive when suspicion first arose. When multiple personalities inhabited a single body, one of them could sometimes share the memories of the original personality, the texts had said.
“This body is mine, I’m telling you.”
At such a confident declaration, Artiela crossed her arms.
“I was the Source of Evil to begin with, dwelling in that woman Bertia’s womb from the start.”
What was she talking about?
* * *
Healing Bailey took longer than expected.
The internal injuries were far deeper than they appeared on the surface. The real problem was that her body had become unable to accept Holy Power.
That was probably the price of making the wrong choice.
Yet her efforts were not in vain—she could finally be awakened.
“A new Saint, I see.”
The person who opened her eyes was Bertia.
“It is an honor to meet you, Bertia.”
“It’s been a long time since I heard that name.”
Over Bailey’s warm face, the sharp-eyed, fine-featured face of a younger woman overlapped. Unlike her aged friend, she remained as she had been in her youth, preserved in that exact form.
It was Ancient Illusion Magic, so perfect that the Source of Evil had failed to perceive her existence. Even Lillian had not noticed.
“The future I saw showed me dying in my son’s arms.”
“Your sister changed the future.”
“I expected as much, but Artiela truly is more remarkable than I imagined.”
Bertia’s smiling face was filled with affection—trust in an excellent junior knight, and love for a prospective daughter-in-law.
“Though my plan changed, perhaps it turned out for the better?”
“May I ask what happened?”
At Ushiel’s question, Bertia closed her eyes for a moment. It seemed she was recalling what had transpired then.
* * *
“Bertia, are you finally prepared to take the Holy Sword Trial?”
A priest approached Bertia as she returned from hunting monsters, posing the question.
“I’m not sure…….”
Bertia hesitated.
She took greater interest in scripture than most priests did. She particularly enjoyed seeking out and reading stories about the Holy Sword’s wielders and the Source of Evil.
That was why she hesitated.
When the Holy Sword’s wielder was a woman, the probability of a potent Source of Evil manifesting was relatively high.
‘Can I become the Holy Sword’s wielder and fight properly while carrying a child?’
She already knew the state of her own body.
She had even made a promise of the future with the Lufel Duchy.
Though she possessed Holy Power rivaling that of a Saint, was praised as a genius in Aura Mastery, and could even handle Mana as a basic skill, the responsibility of becoming the Holy Sword’s wielder felt insufficient even to her own assessment.
So she wrestled with the decision.
“Taking the Holy Sword Trial doesn’t guarantee success, so why not attempt it? The Saint herself worries that wicked people are increasing these days.”
The current Saint was a frail woman.
Though her Holy Power was as abundant as Bertia’s, her inexperience and timid nature were limiting factors.
So the Holy Temple held great expectations for Bertia. Especially since the Saint depended heavily upon her.
“I understand.”
The protection of justice was also the duty of the Holy Knight Order’s captain.
With such resolve, and knowing she could not guarantee drawing the Holy Sword otherwise, Bertia set a date and made her way to the Holy Sword Repository. Yet the moment she stood before the Holy Sword itself.
“Oh no.”
Her belly ached.
Stomach cramps? Surely not that?
Then she saw it—blood running down between her legs.
“No, this can’t be happening.”
Was it the Magical Taint from hunting Monsters? She’d been so careful. Why?
Then, a whisper reached her ears.
Your child—God is killing it.
“What nonsense is this?”
Bertia’s voice cracked with fury.
Because your child is the Source of Evil, that’s why.
“Lies! That’s impossible! My child! The child in my womb—it can’t be the Source of Evil!”
Bertia recoiled in shock, but she soon steadied herself. It was absurd. The very thing whispering to her now was the Source of Evil itself.
“How could the Source of Evil possibly…”
…be here in Edelion, near the Holy Sword itself? Unsealed?
That was what the Source of Evil was.
The malice of humankind gathered and grew, and when it threatened to become uncontrollable, the Holy Sword sealed it away—a being that could only be freed when someone worthy emerged with the strength to cleanse that evil.
Well, I cast out everyone here who displeased me, didn’t I?
So the Source of Evil had chosen the Holy Sword’s master? How could that even be? How had it broken its own seal?
If you don’t believe my words, ask the Holy Tree. It will tell you what your child will become.
She should have ignored that voice entirely.
As Monsters multiplied and Dark Mages grew bolder, she couldn’t help but wonder—was it her child’s fault? Did God truly seek to kill her own son?
She should never have tormented herself with such doubts.
And then it really happened. She lost the child.
Not to a Monster’s attack. It was as if God Himself was erasing the child—even though the pregnancy had been healthy.
So she had cursed God.
Why had He abandoned her, she who had served Him so faithfully? She had accumulated only good deeds, saved people, lived for justice. Why did He steal her child away so cruelly?
Do you want to save your child?
And so she fell for the lie. She never knew her baby was still alive within her womb.
“Please, save my innocent child……”
That wish changed everything. The fate of her child.
* * *
Artiela, listening to this confession, could bear it no longer. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the creature wearing Kirien’s face—the Source of Evil itself. But it had little effect.
Was the stimulus insufficient?
“Hey, why are you still like that?”
“A kiss? That won’t work. You two do it all the time anyway. That’s no longer stimulating.”
Artiela traced a Holy Symbol silently. Let me shield my ears from that wretched mouth.
Watching it smile with eerie amusement, Artiela hesitated for a moment.
‘Holy Tree, is this the moment?’
The instruction had been clear: purify him the instant Kirien became the Source of Evil.
Artiela’s eyes narrowed as she reached into her pocket. The creature smiled cunningly and spoke.
“So you’re going to kill Kirien?”
I won’t fall for your tricks, you bastard.
Artiela withdrew the Tears of Goddess from her pocket and pressed them against its hand.
“Back away, you wretched thing!”
Artiela’s golden Holy Power stained the Tears of Goddess. The diamond, now transformed to gold, cascaded across his body like actual tears falling, drip by drip.
It felt different from when she had used it before.
The light was so blinding she could barely see. Even though Artiela had conjured this miracle herself, she couldn’t look directly at it.
The light spreading from the heart of Edelion illuminated everything around it. Bright enough that everyone in the Holy Temple could witness the miracle.
“Please! Give Kirien back to me!”
Artiela cried out, leaning on the Holy Tree for support.
And then, just like that, the light faded.
“Much obliged. This isn’t so bad either.”
What? Why?
A smile that didn’t belong to him lingered at the corner of Kirien’s mouth.
Had she failed? Something felt wrong.

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