Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 358
Chapter 358
“Maybe it’s a family like that. You say you handle all the information in the world, right?”
“Excuse me? How am I supposed to find a family that doesn’t even exist?”
“Well, does the child not even know his own name?”
“He’s probably making it up. Kids his age do that, don’t they?”
Honestly, isn’t the real reason you’re trying so hard to find him because you’re hoping for a windfall from a rich family’s heir? The employee’s gaze was full of suspicion, scanning Maya up and down, clearly thinking that.
Though, all he could really see was a gloomy figure with a hood tightly wrapped around her head.
Regardless, Maya was still lost in confusion.
‘What’s going on?’
She believed without a doubt that Astin was a nobility.
It wasn’t just because of what the child said—his appearance alone screamed it. How could anyone not notice?
No matter how much one tries to be generous, he would at least be the cherished son of a wealthy merchant family.
“Most of what kids say is nonsense. Who takes that seriously?”
“…?”
“Don’t bother people with things that don’t make money. Just make sure the kid behaves. Don’t make others suffer for no reason.”
“Why… are you…”
“Huh? What did you say?”
Maya muttered under her breath, her voice low, and the employee leaned in to ask her to repeat.
In response, Maya shouted at him.
“Why are you blaming the kid for your own incompetence!?”
The employee recoiled in shock.
While the employee was holding his ears in pain, Maya grabbed Astin’s hand and dashed out of the shop.
“Huh, huh…”
She didn’t run far before collapsing to catch her breath.
Is this really her best? No, more importantly, what would she do now?
Maya looked up at Astin, who was staring at her with bright eyes, and she gave him an awkward glance.
It was then.
“Wolves! Wolves are here!”
In the crowded center of the city, a shout rang out, as if a shepherd boy had cried out.
Elaina knew every detail about the ritual of this cult.
She had been holding hands, pretending to comfort the fanatics, reading their memories countless times, so she couldn’t have missed it.
In fact, she had unintentionally peeked into the depths of their souls, and now she wished she could erase some of those memories.
“Shar, Al, Dia.”
This phrase meant, ‘We offer the flesh of the sacrifice to cleanse our sins, guide us to new life and paradise.’
‘It’s something like, “Kill someone else in my place and send them to hell, but send me to heaven.”’
Such an honest prayer, too honest about their desires.
‘But do they not realize they are sinning to atone for sins?’
It seemed no one cared about that paradox.
Elaina was engraving symbols on the altar with chicken blood in a small ceremonial bowl, her mind occupied with other thoughts.
It was a useless ritual anyway, so no need to focus.
However, when Elaina proceeded with the ritual smoothly, without hesitation, despite not having been briefed about it beforehand, the devotees’ eyes widened in surprise.
The most surprised, of course, was the village chief.
He felt, deep down, that any lingering doubts he had were now gone.
She was undoubtedly the daughter of the true Son of God!
‘Ah.’
The villagers, overcome with emotion, exchanged glances and wiped away tears.
Indeed, this small, rural village was clearly chosen by God.
Who could dare doubt that now?
There were once foolish people who said that binding God’s son in the temple was just luck.
But, could such luck strike a village twice?
A divine punishment? Impossible!
We are loved by God, His children.
He will lead this land into paradise!
‘You will stay with us forever, until your earthly deeds are complete and God takes you.’
The believers, with their hands clasped in prayer, bowed deeply.
Each one of them shared the same thought.
They were ready to do to Elaina and Ugo what they had done to Noah.
Creeeeak—
As the temple doors opened, the faithful immediately spoke.
“This is the most important moment for His rebirth as a perfect God. The guide will remain by the sacrifice’s side to grant blessings.”
“Of course, you will do so, won’t you?”
“You said you would do everything in your power, didn’t you?”
The villagers shoved Elaina and Ugo into the temple.
They even fell prostrate on the floor, urging them to enter.
Elaina raised an eyebrow, feeling as if she was being hunted.
Well, whatever.
‘Ready?’
Elaina gave Ugo a subtle look.
He seemed extremely nervous but blinked and nodded in acknowledgment.
Then the doors slammed shut.
Bang!
“So, they’re locking us in.”
“They said it’s the last sacrifice and the final ritual, so they must have locked the back door too.”
“If we don’t awaken Noah, we’re meant to die here, aren’t we?”
“Even if we don’t awaken him, they probably thought that locking you in the temple is enough of a gain.”
But do they believe she is the daughter of the demi-god, and thinking that simply locking the door would keep them inside?
Elaina, feeling perplexed, placed her hand on the door.
At the same time, a small jolt of electricity surged up.
“La, Lady! Are you alright?!”
“Wow, how did that happen?”
“Is now the time to be amazed?!”
Ugo shouted in alarm.
Elaina’s finger, which had barely touched the door, was now blackened.
She looked down at her hand and muttered under her breath.
“This wouldn’t even be a scratch in Valentine.”
“Did you grow up that rough?”
“No, it’s just that we can be treated before we even feel pain.”
But right now…
“It hurts.”
Even though she had been so composed, the pain was unavoidable, and she bit her lip to keep from making a sound.
“Here, at least put some of this on.”
Ugo hurriedly rummaged through his pocket, and soon he retrieved a small ointment container and opened the lid.
He carefully applied the ointment to her finger with his own.
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