Hush Now, Saintess! - Chapter 77
Chapter 77
Translator: Yonnee
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I struggled to compose my crumpled expression as I turned around.
As expected, there he was.
“It seems like it’s been a while, Roella. Have you been well?”
Demos Killian.
The true male protagonist of the original work, and the object of Roella’s longstanding unrequited love.
Bright golden hair, ruby-like red eyes, and a prominent nose.
Even his gaze, which pretended to be kind but subtly looked down on people, was exactly how Roella remembered.
It was a strange thing.
‘Why do I remember such a guy so vividly?’
The remaining memories in Roella’s body were full of holes here and there.
But among them, the memories of Demos were especially clear.
Well, memories…
—Roella, please grow up.
—You only need to listen to me. That’s why people dislike you.
—Everything I say is for your sake. So, just follow without any backtalk.
—Please, don’t feel restrained. Roella. Of course, I like you too. I’ll date you someday, right? When you become a better person.
That was mostly it.
Yet, even hearing such words, Roella steadfastly loved him.
Sometimes, relying on the kindness he occasionally showed, she comforted herself with thoughts like, ‘He’s really a good person at heart. He gets angry at me, but it’s all for my sake.’
People had no idea that Roella was being treated this way.
On the outside, Demos was a kind and tender gentleman, and Roella was a vicious villainess.
Even if people occasionally caught Demos giving Roella a cold look, they naturally assumed Roella must have done something contemptible. They all defended Demos.
‘This is the importance of maintaining your image.’
I looked at him with eyes grown cold.
In truth, however the past Roella was treated, it shouldn’t concern me, but having inherited her name and hefty bank account, I couldn’t simply ignore it.
How about just one punch?
I was pondering this not-so-serious thought when,
“Oh my, Sister!”
A familiar female voice came from behind Demos.
I frowned and looked in that direction.
“Helena?”
Responding to my call, Helena rushed over with a bright smile.
And then—
“I never dreamed of seeing you here, Sister. Same with the temple, and now in front of the bank. It’s so fascinating to run into you in such unexpected places. Right, Young Duke?”
She casually linked arms with Demos.
Following that, Demos looked down at Helena with an affectionate gaze.
“It is indeed surprising to see you here.”
His voice was unusually sweet.
To Roella, his kindness was like a rare rain in a drought.
I narrowed my eyes and observed the two.
A couple, arm-in-arm. An affectionate gaze.
This was almost like…
“Are you two dating?”
At my question, Helena’s eyes widened like a rabbit’s.
Then, twisting her body shyly, she nodded her head with a bashful face.
“Yes, that’s right. We are.”
I couldn’t hide my astonishment.
Good heavens. Good grief.
What kind of absurd combo is this.
* * *
Helena smiled slyly, noticing the pause the other woman’s voice.
Yes, it must be shocking.
After all, hadn’t Roella been hopelessly in love with Demos until now?
Her fierce nature always softened, and she would never fail to appear like a good little lamb in front of Demos.
‘All the effort to seduce Demos was worth it.’
Helena had been frequently exchanging letters with Demos, expressing her interest.
And then, a few days ago.
Her efforts finally bore fruit.
Demos formally asked to date her.
She was overjoyed when she received his letter!
Helena, abandoning all decorum, screamed and pranced around the house.
‘She insulted me during my last visit to the ducal manor, and again at the temple.’
Especially after the temple incident, she felt that Scarlet and Veronica started treating her indifferently.
It was clear they were weighing their loyalty between her and Roella.
‘Even when those two always acted so high and mighty.’
Such spineless creatures.
But now, those grievances were over.
She didn’t care about losing those two. There were plenty of other ladies to serve as her wings.
And, moreover.
‘What Roella cherishes the most is now in my hands.’
Certainly, rage would soon flood that dumbfounded face of hers.
And then she would throw a tantrum like a crazed monkey.
‘Will you grab my hair? Or maybe slap my face?’
Anything would be good, as long as she embarrasses herself thoroughly.
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