The Villain Who Will Kill Me Is Too Handsome, It's Troublesome - Chapter 90

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Episode 90.
Artiela threw herself forward on pure instinct.
She managed to catch him before he fell. With her Aura deployed, it wasn’t a struggle, though the difference in their builds meant Bleo’s arm dragged along the ground.
“Bleo! What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Lord Bleo!”
Kirien immediately took his other shoulder. With Kirien’s height, they could properly support Bleo’s weight.
Soon the knights who’d been training rushed over to take hold of Bleo’s legs.
“What’s gotten into our young Count?”
“I saw him last time being worn ragged by the Emperor—is that it?”
“Overwork?”
They all moved Bleo to the nearest bench with worried care.
“Frale, fetch the Saint for me.”
“Yes, Captain.”
Artiela lightly tapped Bleo’s cheek. The classic way to try rousing someone.
But Bleo’s eyes remained closed.
“Brother.”
It was always Artiela who ended up injured and torn open. Being as precious with her body as she was, the worst she usually managed was a scratch from a quill.
“Why are you doing this?”
His face had gone pale.
Before Kirien examined him with Holy Power, his complexion had been ashen.
“Why are you pretending to be sickly?”
Panicked, Artiela struck his cheek again.
The fact that his cheek didn’t flush even with the blow—it looked like a genuinely serious condition.
“His breathing seems steady.”
Kirien examined Bleo’s condition with calm precision. At some point his hand had found Bleo’s wrist.
“Pulse is regular as well.”
When had he learned all this?
“This is my fault.”
And why was he blaming himself now?
“My Healing must have been clumsy—it seems to have conflicted with Lord Bleo.”
That couldn’t be it.
Healing ability depended more on how much Holy Power one possessed, not on skill. Power needed was simply proportional to the area requiring treatment.
“No, you recovered him well just now.”
Artiela tried to comfort Kirien.
But when she couldn’t hide her own anxiety, Kirien turned to comfort her instead.
“It will be fine.”
Artiela nodded. Yet the dread wouldn’t leave her.
“Just in case…”
Then, Kirien drew out the Mirror of Truth.
She had a terrible premonition. Pure instinct.
“This is…”
And Artiela’s instincts were sharp.
Kirien showed her Bleo’s condition with a grave expression.
“A Curse.”
Usiels came to the same conclusion.
“But where in the world—?”
Instead of answering, Usiels sat right beside him and took Bleo’s hand, alternating her gaze between the mirror and him before reaching a swift judgment.
“Lord Frale.”
“Yes, Your Holiness.”
“Send word to the Imperial Palace. Have the 1st Princess brought here.”
“Pardon?”
“Tell her we need someone to give Bleo Soltis a kiss to break his Curse. She’ll come quickly.”
What? Where did that come from?
Usiels shook her head.
“Where in the world did you pick up something like this? And matched to suit you perfectly too. Good grief.”
What?
What was she talking about?
Artiela blinked repeatedly.
Usiels shook her head and muttered a curse under her breath. Could a Saint really do that?
“It seems the 2nd Princess had you on her list too. If she couldn’t have the Duke, you were her next target.”
“The dark mage world’s most promising prospect.”
“Right? If she’d properly initiated, we’d have been in real trouble.”
But then—why? Was collecting every handsome man in the world truly her goal? Scattering curses left and right for that aim seemed far too impractical…….
More pressing: when would Sernia arrive?
The waiting stretched unbearably long.
“Usiels, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Why all of a sudden?”
“Well, back then when I collapsed, I think you must have felt like this too…….”
Artiela watched Bleo’s pallid face. Even unconscious, his eyes were darting about frantically, and beads of cold sweat clung to his skin—was he caught in a nightmare?
* * *
After a long wait, Sernia arrived in Edelion.
“Bleo!”
The princess, looking nearly as gaunt as Bleo had become in recent days, rushed straight to the bed.
She spent a long time caressing his cheek and shaking his shoulder, trying desperately to wake him. But Bleo showed no sign of opening his eyes.
Tears streaking her face, the princess grabbed hold of the saint waiting nearby.
“Saint, what do I do? How can I make Bleo open his eyes?”
“Your Highness, when you were very young, did you perhaps read a variety of fairy tales?”
“My nursemaid read some to me when I was very little. But why would that—”
“In fairy tales, every princess wakes with a kiss.”
“That’s true enough.”
“Exactly.”
Usiels turned to leave, and she was about to take Artiela with her.
Best to keep things quiet, after all.
But before she could take a single step, Sernia bent down.
“Smack!”
A kiss without hesitation.
“Bleo! Smack! Wake up! Smack! Why won’t you wake! Smack! You cannot leave me and die! Smack!”
And utterly uninhibited at that.
Usiels gasped and hurriedly pulled the door open, vanishing into the hallway. Artiela’s mouth had fallen open in a small circle, but she was swiftly dragged outside by a hand pulling at her, ending her viewing.
How long had it been since they’d closed the door?
Shortly after, sounds of movement came from within.
“Brother?”
Bleo emerged, supported by Sernia.
His lips were slightly swollen. Or rather, quite swollen. The plump lips glistened with a sheen that spoke of excellent circulation.
“Are you all right?”
Artiela stepped closer.
“Yes, though my head feels a bit fuzzy…… I think I’m all right.”
And Kirien, who had just brought water, as if on cue.
“Please, have some water.”
Kirien offered him the cup.
“Brother!”
Bleo’s hand swung out so sharply that the cup flew from Kirien’s fingers and shattered on the floor.
“Oh—I’m terribly sorry, my lord.”
Bleo himself seemed flustered by his own reaction.
“I was having nightmares while I lay unconscious. It seems my mind hasn’t fully settled yet.”
“What sort of dream was it?”
Artiela drew near with concern.
In that moment, she felt resentment flash across Bleo’s face.
“Brother?”
He flinched, squeezed his eyes shut, and took a deep breath.
“This is maddening.”
The words came out rough.
“What’s wrong, brother?”
Usiels watched him with sharp eyes.
“Bleo, that’s not like you. What dream are you talking about?”
“It’s just—I’d only heard about it before, but dreaming it made it so vivid.”
“Hmm?”
“Arti dying by the hand of a duke steeped in the origin of evil. And Mother, Father, and the saint as well.”
Until now, he had naturally believed his twin siblings would overcome that trial.
“I apologize, my lord. It was only a dream, but it felt so real that it troubled me.”
Still, Bleo immediately bowed at the waist in apology.
Kind-hearted Kirien assured him it was fine and patted his shoulder gently.
“Why don’t you rest here at the Temple today, brother? The Princess may stay as well, if she wishes.”
“No. His Majesty is waiting for me, I believe. And…….”
Sernia bit her lip for a moment.
“Please look after Bleo.”
There was something sorrowful in her voice.
* * *
“You’ve returned, First Princess.”
The moment Sernia arrived back, Peter summoned her. The Emperor, who had seemed like a thoughtless boy even yesterday, now sat with a heavy mood settling over him.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Your teacher—I mean, Bleo. Where is he?”
She bit her lip. At that, Peter laughed, thin and weary.
“You’ve given him quite a lot of your heart, haven’t you?”
“…….”
“But you know how it is—the Imperial family cannot marry into a family of influence.”
We must prevent the in-laws’ faction from growing too powerful.
“And yet, Your Majesty, the Captain of the Holy Knight Order is a man of Edelion, so…….”
“That is something I can handle.”
No, you’ve already failed. That’s why she had to save you when you were on the brink of death, having sold your very soul to a demon.
Sernia simply gazed at him without daring to argue.
Peter was a man who would eliminate even his own brothers if they became inconvenient.
“Still, there is a way for us both to take a spouse of our choosing.”
“Your Majesty?”
“Will you cooperate? So that I might appoint Artiela as Imperial Crown Princess.”
Madman. He’s completely lost his mind.
Shouldn’t they examine whether he’s been possessed by a demon again?
“What would you have me do, Your Majesty?”
Sernia’s eyes burned with sudden light.

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