The Villain Who Will Kill Me Is Too Handsome, It's Troublesome - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95.
“What do you mean by that?”
Usiell, who had just arrived at the Soldes Residence, walked in from behind.
“Pursell?”
The messenger sent from the Imperial Family was Pursell.
“Exactly as I said. Because Bleo grabbed the Imperial Princess and left with the intention of breaking the Prohibition on Marriage, His Majesty has fallen into a terrible rage.”
Countess Soltis stumbled backward.
Though the boy had always been playful, he’d never caused serious trouble before. Artiela might be another matter, but Bleo had always walked the line carefully and conducted himself well—there had been no problems.
That’s why they’d managed to hold on this long, subtly dissuading the Emperor from his designs on their younger daughter from behind the scenes.
And now he’d done something this grave?
“What exactly did His Majesty say?”
At Usiell’s question, Pursell lowered his head.
“He said that if they truly crossed the line by sharing a bed, he will have them dealt with according to law.”
Artiela’s brow furrowed.
The rules of the Prohibition on Marriage came to mind.
An unmarried man and woman who share a bed without authorization during the Prohibition period face execution. Which meant…
“But the Imperial Princess isn’t a candidate for Imperial Consort Selection, is she?”
“That’s precisely why he’s so furious. He says that if the Imperial Family, who should be setting an example, behaves this way, what will the commoners and citizens who have been restraining themselves until now think?”
“…So they’ve been caught in the act?”
“No, the two of them have only just entered the bedchamber. He’s saying that the family must witness it themselves to confirm it, and that we should bring everyone there at once.”
God, what garbage.
Why on earth would the family need to see that?
Yet Pursell continued with his face set firm.
“And because His Majesty made a proposal to Artiela today to make clear his intentions regarding Imperial Consort Selection, but Bleo has committed such an act that obstructs the selection process…”
At that moment, everyone recalled the Proposal Gift that the Emperor had sent, which now sat in the Separate Building.
So that’s why he sent it.
“Bleo must face punishment, he said. However, he will not lay a hand on anyone from the Soldes Residence—provided that the Imperial Consort Selection proceeds properly.”
It was naked blackmail.
And of all places, right where Kirien could hear it. Just as his face began to harden like stone, Bailey, who had come with Usiell, quickly grasped his hand.
No, my lord. We can’t.
The Saintess and Artiela will handle everything.
The whispered quality of her voice somehow calmed Kirien. Had she not done so, he might truly have summoned the Source of Malice for the first time in this matter.
Out of pure rage.
“Very well. Let’s go and confirm the situation first.”
At Usiell’s reply, Pursell bowed deeply.
“Then I shall escort all of you.”
Two carriages from the Imperial Palace were already waiting. After distributing themselves among the carriages and setting off, sighs echoed from within.
“I fear I have taught His Majesty poorly, my dear.”
“If we’re to speak of poor teaching, our Bleo deserves his share as well…”
Usiell, seated with her parents, asked them quietly as she watched their dejected faces.
“Don’t you two trust your son?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“I suspect my brother is simply waiting for us to arrive—behaving properly and making no further trouble.”
At their eldest daughter’s reassurance, the Count and Countess felt their minds ease somewhat.
Meanwhile, in the carriage across the way, Artiela kept stealing glances at Kirien’s complexion, holding the Mirror of Truth in her lap.
“You’re truly all right, aren’t you?”
“I’m fine. I was too flabbergasted to even work up proper anger.”
“Really?”
“Yes, truly.”
Artiela exhaled deeply.
The Source of Malice had been quiet of late, which had been making her anxious. And now Peter had provoked Kirien again—using the Prohibition on Marriage as cover.
“Could the Source of Malice have approached him again? He doesn’t seem to be thinking rationally.”
“It’s possible, but…”
That didn’t seem to be the case. Usiell, who had visited the Imperial Palace several times to observe the Emperor’s condition, had said she no longer sensed any malevolent aura.
Which meant that everything the Emperor was doing now stemmed entirely from Peter’s own will.
Whether he was deliberately goading Kirien repeatedly like this, or doing so unconsciously—it was suspicious enough to give one pause.
‘And why has the Source of Malice been so quiet since that day?’
“Could it be that the Source of Malice suffered such damage from the Duke’s attack that it cannot manifest?”
Just then, Bailey brought up the subject first.
“Yes? But why…”
He bounced back instantly whenever he clashed with Artiela. So how could he be completely helpless against Kirien’s attacks?
“Or perhaps he’s gathering his strength now.”
That was far more terrifying.
“I’ve tried many times, but nothing worked. Maybe he’s been accumulating power bit by bit this whole time.”
So when Kirien got angry just moments ago—in those moments when he used to act immediately in the past—what if he’s now hoarding and storing that power instead?
It was already frightening enough when they fought directly. What would come next, then…?
The path to the Imperial Palace felt oddly longer than usual. She hadn’t even finished enjoying time with her family, which was a shame.
* * *
“Are you unwell, Princess?”
Bleo stared at the locked door and laughed helplessly. Locked from the outside, no less. And as for the Princess’s state of undress—
“Forgive me, Bleo.”
“Not at all. But where is your cloak…?”
Bleo found his gaze drawn to her disheveled appearance, so he quickly removed his outer robe and draped it over her shoulders.
“Where did you leave your shawl? Summer hasn’t even arrived yet, and the night air is cold.”
“Indeed, I haven’t the faintest idea where it went.”
“Then why did you come into my office?”
“To look around?”
Sernia slipped into the Rest Area behind the office. It held a bed and simple shower facilities.
Though the single cot was too narrow for two people to lie comfortably.
“Are you serious?”
“No, I came to share a bed with you.”
“What?”
“I’m joking.”
Instead, Sernia relayed to Bleo what she’d heard from the Emperor. As he listened, his eyes grew wider and wider before contorting with rage.
He’d lost both a friend and his sovereign.
How could he have allowed such a thing?
“I…”
“So here’s what I wanted to ask you, Bleo. Do you think I’d really make a fit Emperor?”
“Pardon?”
“I never studied Royal Studies, and naturally I don’t know how to govern the realm, nor how to protect my people.”
Sernia sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her feet back and forth as she spoke.
“But at the very least, I know that a monarch must never become like him.”
“Your Highness.”
“And honestly… I’m terrified.”
Sernia lowered her gaze slightly.
“My brother and the Second Princess both grew greedy and fell under the sway of something strange. If I become consumed by desire for the throne and something like that happens to me…?”
Bleo moved to her side.
He tried to embrace her in comfort.
But her arms blocked him first.
“You don’t actually want to lose your head, do you?”
Bleo, who had been flailing uselessly, let his arms drop. Yet his face bore the most confident expression imaginable as he spoke.
“If anyone tries to tempt you, please tell me at once. I’ll bring both my siblings immediately and drive away any wicked thing that troubles the Princess, so thoroughly she won’t dare show her face again.”
“That’s not your own strength, though.”
“Being the sole brother of the Saintess and the master of the Holy Sword is a talent in itself.”
Sernia let out a soft laugh.
Just then, voices murmured from outside. The Emperor’s voice among them.
“It seems everyone’s arrived.”
“Ah, but what do we do? People are bound to misunderstand this situation anyway.”
They’d probably pin crimes on her that never happened.
They might even demand strange examinations as proof of her intimacy with him. In every way, the First Princess would face humiliation.
“Your Highness, let me bear the punishment alone.”
“Smack.”
“No, this won’t do!”
“See you in a moment. And thanks for lending me your clothes.”
While Bleo stood bewildered, Sernia slipped behind the wardrobe.
Ah, that’s right. She was one of the masters of the Imperial Palace, after all.
* * *
“I greet Your Majesty.”
The Soldes Residence retinue and the nobility remaining in the Imperial Palace had all gathered before Bleo’s office.
Peter cast a displeased glance at Pursell.
Bringing only Artiela would have been sufficient—so why had she returned trailing the people of Soldes Residence and a Saintess besides?
But there was no undoing it now.
“Open the door.”
The door that had been locked from outside was already cleared away before the group arrived. As though nothing had happened.
And the knights played along brilliantly with the Emperor’s command, feigning a forcible opening. Whether Sernia had executed her orders flawlessly or wavered mattered not at all.
Either way, he’d already decided to cover it all up.
“Your Majesty, what is the matter?”
Then Bleo emerged from the inner door, rubbing his eyes.
Looking perfectly composed.

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