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nChapter 75

nIt was an indescribable horror.

nThe nobles, who were drowning in alcohol and drugs, fled in confusion.

nAria stood on the stage, stiff and only breathing heavily.

nA bright red blood splattered on the Grand Duke’s face, who was all achromatic.

nThe Grand Duke let the blood run down his cheeks, and when it seeped into his lips, he made a smirk and wiped the blood from his lips with his fingers.

nIt looked like a smear after painting a bright red lipstick.

n“Dirty…….”

nAt the same time, the gray and crimson eyes that were clouded were intertwined in the air.

nIt was bizarre.

nAs the nickname Devil Grand Duke, it was a bloody appearance in itself. However, the Grand Duke’s gaze, who contained all of her, permeated her skin and reached her heart through the veins.

nHer heart raced like crazy, thinking she would harden like a stone and never to move again.

nHe licked his blood-red lips.

n“Go on. I’m listening.”

n‘At that time, I was already…….’

nWas I in love with you?

nWhen she thought of the red color of that day, when she saw the lips painted before blood.

nLloyd nailed that he wouldn’t touch her when she became an adult. She thought it was a little bit disappointing.

n‘In Lloyd’s eyes, I won’t be seen as reasonable in the slightest.’

nAt least it would be better if she was 24 or 20.

nBy then, unfortunately, she will have already returned. She didn’t know maybe it was already after he passed away.

n‘I have a husband, but am I going to die without a proper kiss?’

nThat’s a bit.

nIt’s a sad life, isn’t it?

nEven if she can’t confess, it’s okay if she kissed him once before he died. In a sense of friendship?

n‘No matter how open noble society is, no one touches their lips as a sign of friendship…….’

nIf forced, it’s generally called molestation.

nIn order for Aria to kiss him, she had to choose between molesting, or confessing.

n‘It’s done.’

nWhy doesn’t she just give up?

nThey had no intention of doing it in the first place, so why was she worrying about it?

n‘That…….’

nAria’s gaze touched Lloyd’s red lips.

nThen his large hand stroked her hair. Like touching fragile pottery. Lloyd ruffled her hair lightly, then he said.

n“Don’t get sick.”

nHis hand slipped away in an instant.

nAria patted her hair, which was still warm for no reason.

n***

n“There is absolutely no need for a saint to carry it alone.”

nIt had been a while since Veronica contacted him in tears with a large bruise on her face.

nGabriel was at a loss for words for a moment and was startled to the point of being dazed. He asked as he felt his eyes flash in a moment of rising anger.

nWhat happened?

nWho did that?

n– ……

nHowever, Veronica cut off contact with him that day, only shedding tears without saying a word. And her wounds were increasing day by day.

nGabriel was nervous.

nHe could not leave the room because he was nervous, lifting and releasing the communication device everyday.

nHe was so overwhelmed in his heart that whenever she contacted him, he begged her to talk to him.

n– Ugh…….

nThen Veronica groaned a little. She put her slender hand on the side for a moment, then quickly pretended nothing was wrong.

nBut Gabriel had already seen it clearly.

n“Then, at least tell me whose work it is.”

nVeronica was silent for a long time.

nAnd the tip of her mouth, which had hesitated for several times, was open at last.

n***

n“Saint Veronica!”

nShe was just going down the stairs. Veronica heard the sound of stomping and running.

nShe smiled and turned her head.

n“Brother Barom.”

nBarom, who came hastily dressed, was agitated for a while.

n“Do you have anything with me?”

n“Is it Sister?”

n“Yes?”

n“Did Sister do it?”

nHe asked fiercely. What did he mean when he’s suddenly like that? If he asked that qY, who would understand?

nIt’s because he was so incapable of dealing with it.

nShe almost clicked her tongue.

nVeronica gave sad eyes that emanated from the depths of her heart, and she reached out her hand towards him.

n“Brother, please calm down…”

n“Put it away!”

n“Ah.”

nBarom shook her hand violently.

nVeronica kept her head down, looking down only at the back of her own hand, which was reddened.

n“Yes. Needless to say, it’s Sister. Who else but you would spread the absurd rumor that I secretly abused you!”

nNow the Papal Palace WAS in turmoil. Rumors spread that Barom had been harassing and abusing Veronica because of her low divine power.

nIt was an absurd accusation.

nBut between Veronica, who was loved by everyone, and Barom, who was attention-grabbing for his harsh words and actions.

nIt was obvious whose side the priests would take.

n“I don’t know where you got hit, but you’re not doing this to me!”

nNoisy. Veronica frowned at the voice that rumbled in her ear.

nNow seeing her not even managing her pretentious expression in front of him, Barom was very upset.

n“But you know, right?”

nAs if she couldn’t even look at him now, she fixed her gaze only on her nails, not on Barom.

nVeronica snapped and fiddled with her nails, and said,

n“It’s not a completely false rumor.”

n“What?”

n“Isn’t it Brother who persecuted me because I had low divine power?”

nPersecuted? It wasn’t even funny. Of course, he admits that he sometimes was harsh on Veronica by finding useless faults.

nBut it was because Barom felt a strange sense of incongruity in her and who she was, and noticed a hint. Although there was no exact physical evidence, he had a strong sense that she was somehow dangerous.

nHe had only the idea that he had to somehow kick her out of the Papal Palace.

n“I knew you were like this. I thought I knew something strange about you earlier.”

n“Strange?”

n“Yes! Do you think I’m doing this just because you have low divine power? It’s because everything from your eyes to your actions is so creepy that I can’t even tell you!”

n“Hmm.”

nShe’s strange? Veronica tilted her head.

n“By the way, Brother Barom was born with the divine power of intelligence.”

nAnd she mumbled in a low voice, almost as if she was talking to herself. Her gaze, like glass beads, with no emotion at all, turned to him.

nBarom was startled without knowing it and took a step backwards.

n“Ri, right. Talking more will just make me feel bad. After all, people like you should be expelled from the Papal Palace.”

nHe looked like he had decided on something.

n‘Should I kill him?’

nVeronica moved reflexively, stepping on his leg as he quickly turned his back. And while he stumbled on his foot, she pushed his back.

n“…!”

nIt was a spiral staircase that was so steep that the incline was dizzying. Barom couldn’t scream properly and fell down the stairs as it was.

nAh.

n‘I didn’t mean to kill you like this.’

nVeronica thought as she looked down at the man who was convulsing on the floor so dark that it looked like he was immersed in darkness.

nShe was slightly impulsive. But for some reason, she just thought that she had to stop Barom from doing what he set out to do.

n‘There’s nothing we can do about dying.’

nNo matter how high the divine power, if he fell from the stairs by mistake, he was instantly killed. He could not be revived.

nVeronica still went down the stairs just in case. It would be difficult if he got lucky and survived and gossip about it, so she had to watch him die.

nThose with high divine power were cumbersome to deal with because of this.

n‘Hmm.’

nVeronica looked at Barom, patting him with her feet. As expected, there was no hope. It felt like he was going to die soon.

nBut it was then.

n“…kugh!”

nAs she brought her face closer to check the sound of his breathing, he vomited blood.

nPerhaps that was the last spurt, he died completely soon after.

n“Haa, really disgusting.’

nIt was dirty to the end.

nWithout hiding her contorted expression like a monster now, she rubbed the back of her hand across her red-stained cheek.

nIt even got into her mouth.

n‘……Huh?’

nAt that moment, Veronica stopped her movement. She was so shocked that she couldn’t think properly for a moment.

n‘The divine power…… it improved?’

nAt first she thought she was mistaken. But the energy in her body, which she had always felt insignificant, increased, even a little.

nSurely.

n‘No way…….’

nWas it possible to increase her divine power by drinking the priest’s blood?

nVeronica looked down as if ridiculing Barom, who was not even moving anymore.

nHer brown eyes, which had never felt any emotion, began to twinkle with an eerie light.

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