Hush Now, Saintess! - Chapter 122
Chapter 122
Translator: Yonnee
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The two walked side by side down the palace corridor.
Roella felt relieved after spilling everything she had to say, but Hildeon’s expression was not so light.
No, it had been good.
Up until the point when Roella said they were on the same side.
Finding comfort in the fact that his curse didn’t bring misfortune, and willingly deciding to help Roella, Hildeon had felt undeniably good up until that point.
The problem came after.
—Now, there’s something Your Highness needs to know.
—Something I need to know?
—The way I purify Arhopev’s energy might seem a bit unusual. But you’ll have to trust and follow me.
—Understood. But I’m not sure what you mean by ‘unusual’.
At Hildeon’s words, Roella thought for a moment before giving an example.
—Well. I might suddenly hold your hand or throw something unexpectedly. The methods can vary each time.
Hildeon’s expression stiffened slightly.
—…Do you hold hands with just anyone?
—Well, it depends on the situation.
—Can I be the one to hold your hand instead?
—That would be a bit…
Roella awkwardly avoided his gaze with a strained smile.
In any case, from that point on, Hildeon’s mood had been gloomy. Even he didn’t know why.
Why did he feel like this?
The only emotion he could identify was anger toward Arhopev.
Why did it exist in this world, forcing Roella to step up and purify its energy?
‘…Is there a way to seal it completely, so not even a trace of its energy can escape?’
It didn’t seem like a bad idea to completely destroy the heart that was supposedly sealed somewhere in the imperial palace.
Hildeon silently made up his mind when someone blocked their path.
Roella’s face contorted in clear disdain as she recognized the person.
Seeing her obvious contempt, the man chuckled.
“You look upset, Roella, looking at me like that.”
“How else should I look at you then?”
At her sharp tone, Hildeon glanced at her.
It was practically the first time he had seen Roella like this.
Hildeon then turned his gaze to the man standing before them.
‘What kind of relationship do they have for her to be so hostile?’
His question was answered easily.
“I’d prefer if you looked at me lovingly, like you did when you were infatuated with me.”
Demos, who had been smirking, flinched suddenly.
Somewhere, a sharp, murderous aura seemed to pierce him.
What was this pressure…?
His tense eyes darted around, trying to locate the source of the aura.
And then, his gaze met Hildeon’s.
“It’s been a while, Demos.”
Hildeon greeted him in a cold voice.
‘What the… Why’s he looking at me like that?’
Demos swallowed hard under Hildeon’s gaze.
Normally, Hildeon and Demos ignored each other.
Even when they crossed paths, they barely exchanged greetings before passing by.
Or Demos would provoke him, and Hildeon would simply ignore it and walk away.
But now, with that gaze and that greeting, things were different.
“Are you here to see Her Majesty the Empress?”
“…Y-Yes.”
Demos’s voice wavered slightly without him realizing it.
Hildeon nodded indifferently.
“Then just go and meet Her Majesty now.”
“……”
“And stop bothering us.”
Demos’s face flushed with anger.
He wasn’t used to being treated like this.
With the full backing of the empress, who supported him, and his father’s imperial bloodline, he had grown up without lacking anything.
He always believed he was above others.
Even with Hildeon, he never once thought of him as someone superior.
No matter what insults were thrown at him, Hildeon would always pass by, not daring to challenge him.
‘The Crown Prince, the most blessed of them all?’
It was laughable. Demos never thought Hildeon had the dignity or the right to stand above him.
Yes, that’s what he always thought.
But now, he couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth.
Even though he wanted to scream in rage at the clear disdain in Hildeon’s voice, the words wouldn’t come.
Those piercing dark green eyes bore into him.
Suddenly, Demos remembered the nickname Hildeon had earned during the war against the heretics.
‘Bringer of Misfortune.’
They said every enemy who faced him lost their life.
Gulp.
Demos swallowed hard and finally managed to speak.
“Forget it. You’re not worth dealing with.”
He quickened his pace and walked past them.
Watching Demos’s retreating back, Roella scoffed.
‘It’s so obvious that he’s running away scared.’
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