The Villain Who Will Kill Me Is Too Handsome, It's Troublesome - Chapter 62

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Episode 62.
Kirien ran, following the method Artiela had taught him.
With Aura, his speed was certainly faster. But his breath came quicker with each passing moment—his lungs and endurance hadn’t caught up to the strength he’d temporarily built up.
He had no skill in dodging obstacles or quick reflexes. He’d only charged straight toward the Main Palace, so by the time he’d nearly arrived at his destination, small cuts and scrapes marked his cheeks and knuckles.
But he had no time to examine them.
“Where is it?”
A tremendous sound had rung out, yet the building appeared undamaged on the surface. Coming directly by the front entrance while following only the building itself had been the mistake.
An emperor’s bedchamber wouldn’t be in an obvious, visible location. The worse the emperor’s condition, the less exposed the room would be.
‘If the Holy Trial opens, I have to get there before then.’
With growing urgency, he lifted his gaze to check the balconies.
But none were open. Lowering his eyes in disappointment, he finally noticed the movement of people.
“An attacker!”
“We must protect His Majesty!”
Knights rushed into the building in unison.
“Kyaaaah! Please help me!”
“W-what’s happening? Is it another dark mage?”
“I don’t know—just run as far as you can!”
Maids and nobles fled outside in terror.
People rushing from both directions bumped past Kirien’s shoulders. The noise and chaos they created stirred up an old memory.
“The staircase is collapsing!”
“Kyaak, save me!”
“You there, come this way quickly. Wait, no—I think this way is more dangerous.”
Even knowing it would never happen again, the unpleasant memory gripped his feet.
Of all times, why now.
They’re looking at you like a monster again, aren’t they? You all right? Want me to get rid of them all?
The voice speaking to him was strangely gentle.
He hadn’t forgotten in his shift toward the emperor’s path. It was simply watching for gaps in his negative emotions.
Dump all your feelings on me, will you? So you can appear before that woman colored in gray? One emperor should be more than enough, don’t you think?
Kirien shut his eyes tight. His anxiety endangered Artiela. So he had to think of something good.
The soft, sweet, flower-like scent that had brushed his lips.
Kirien’s eyes snapped open. That sensation from then certainly had the effect of shaking off the gloomy aura. Though the side effect of his accelerated heartbeat was quite significant.
He clutched at his chest and slipped aside to escape the crowd.
As he moved away from the people, he could feel exactly what his heartbeat was.
‘Holy Power?’
This scorching turmoil had become clearer every time he thought of Artiela recently.
And it resembled something.
When she leaped so magnificently and wrapped herself around him. When she spun her sword to teach the bad people a lesson, or smiled looking only at him. And when he touched her.
Each time, a thrumming that filled his heart.
Power that grew as clear as his growing feelings granted him a small miracle.
“There.”
He could feel where Artiela was.
He moved quickly toward the eastern wing of the building. The staircase route was so thick with knights that he had no confidence in forcing his way through.
As he’d expected, he spotted one room with an open balcony.
“Breaking the Covenant and attacking His Majesty!”
“We didn’t attack!”
“Then, are you saying His Majesty flew off alone and smashed the door himself? His Majesty was bedridden with illness!”
The voices drifting beyond the balcony confirmed his suspicion.
“That’s what we’re saying! We came to treat His Majesty!”
“How would you treat anything without being a physician?”
“Don’t you know about Holy Power? The physicians treat the body, we came to treat the spirit!”
“Not content with attacking, you insult the Emperor of the Empire itself!”
He needed to reach Artiela quickly.
Kirien took a deep breath, then poured Aura into his legs with maximum force.
He had always been the prince saved by the knight. But today, he had to be the prince who saved Artiela.
Before pushing off the ground to leap upward, he roughly tore away the Boutonniere elegantly fastened to his Cravat.
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The knights who had been facing off with the sisters supported Peter from both sides.
“Have we word from Captain Purcell yet?”
“He hasn’t been sighted!”
“We must move His Majesty to safety at once.”
They exchanged a look.
Even so, they were only two—the Holy Sword’s master and the Holy Maiden. No matter how formidable their Holy Power, the Imperial Household’s elite knights surely could subdue two women. That was the calculation they held.
Now that people had witnessed them, they could no longer break the Covenant.
Neither of them wanted to lose the Bardo or their Holy Power.
So if they could negotiate peacefully….
“If you don’t want to die, don’t move a muscle.”
Ushiel threatened them cordially, her fingers already shaping a blue arrow of Holy Fire.
“If you fire that, you’ll be committing treason, Holy Maiden!”
The knight at the front stepped forward to shield the Emperor, blocking Edelion’s daughters from view. In that instant, the remaining knights moved to extract him.
“Didn’t I warn you?”
An arrow of Holy Power shot through the air.
“Ahhhhh!”
As the terrified men stumbled backward, the arrow that had grazed their hair embedded itself in Peter’s ankle.
The blue flames spread across his entire body in an instant.
“If you come any closer, you die first. Understand?”
Ungrateful for the mercy shown him.
“Your Majesty!”
The startled knights frantically tore off their cloaks to smother the flames, but no matter how they struck, the fire did not diminish.
Naturally, their hands felt neither hot nor burned.
“Hnngh…….”
Peter—or rather, the Source of Evil—could no longer endure it and opened his eyes. His pupils were bloodshot, twisted with rage.
“Your Majesty! Are you all right?”
“Are you unharmed?”
When Peter shook his hands, the Holy Fire vanished in an instant.
Seeing this, Ushiel shaped another arrow of light. Artiela’s Bardo gleamed with pale green Aura, its edge sharpened.
Peter watched at his ease, feigning severity.
“Edelion broke the Covenant first and attempted to judge me, the Emperor of this realm.”
He smiled easily, without shame.
The knights around him trembled at the sinister aura, barely maintaining their composure.
“Therefore, the Imperial realm shall henceforth regard Edelion as an enemy, and we shall wage war to reclaim the imperial lands we once lent to them……!”
“Stop.”
Both Artiela and Ushiel turned around in surprise.
The Emperor’s soldiers did the same. When had the Duke of House Rufel begun flying about the third floor? Their faces showed complete bewilderment.
Only Peter showed no shock. He’d expected him to come.
“Kirien?”
Her voice came out half glad, half worried.
“Yes, I’m here, Artiela.”
Kirien, damp with sweat, smiled faintly at her. The Emperor’s soldiers lost their minds at the honey-sweet warmth of that smile.
Somehow he’d launched a wide-area attack with just his face.
How could someone with such a smile be an enemy?
“Both of you, dial it back. You’re getting him riled up.”
They’d merely exchanged affectionate looks, yet the darkness around Peter thickened visibly. His teeth ground audibly together.
This seemed to be Peter’s own emotion, not the Source of Evil’s.
“Very well. House of Duke Rufel shall also be exterminated for complicity in treason.”
At Peter’s declaration, the knights hastily came to their senses and leveled their blades at the three of them.
Kirien did not retreat; instead, he stepped forward.
“You know there is an exception to the Covenant, don’t you?”
Having lived this long.
“A Holy Trial of the imperial bloodline may proceed only when the Emperor is of unsound mind.”
“Me? Unsound? How will you prove it? Hmm? With that Boutonniere borrowed from the Holy Temple? Seems you didn’t bring it today?”
Artiela’s eyebrows rose.
That was too blatant a provocation. What fool would fall for it?
“Ah, wait, just a moment!”
Without giving Kirien a chance to stop her, she stepped forward and held something before everyone’s eyes.
“You…….”
Peter’s lips formed a smile, but his eyebrows remained raised.
“Look at this, everyone. His Majesty is already of unsound mind.”
Kirien was no fool.
In his hand was the Mirror of Truth.
“Therefore, the Holy Trial may proceed now. Because I am here.”
He’d come to comfort Artiela.
“Kirien….”
Artiela marveled at Kirien’s wisdom.
Then Ushiel shook her head beside them, as if exasperated.
“I told you to ease up. Why are you rubbing salt in a wounded person’s wounds?”
Look over there.
Whether it was inferiority or jealousy, the energy he’d unleashed in all directions was felling knights left and right.

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