Hush Now, Saintess! - Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Translator: Yonnee

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“Frankly, that’s how it is. I already said that I’ve given up, yet here you are, seeking me out… It’s a bit, well, how do I say this… Burdensome? And what’s that about me having to manage the situation? I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

Roella remained calm, in contrast to Demos, whose face was reddening with each passing word she uttered.

“Do you realize how ridiculous you’ve painted me out to be because you led everyone to misunderstand?! Those rumors are going around because of you!”

Eventually, he couldn’t contain his anger and raised his voice.

But Roella still remained unbothered.

She shrugged and asked,

“What did I do to cause a misunderstanding? You two told me you were dating, and I simply congratulated you.”

“Then you left crying!”

“Am I not allowed to cry with my own eyes? It’s natural to cry when the man I’ve liked for over two years starts dating my cousin. What’s wrong with that?”

“…But that’s…!”

Demos fell silent.

In truth, there was nothing incorrect about what she said.

His gripes with Roella were all unfounded.

However, what had changed was that the past Roella was love-blind, and the current Roella was…

“I no longer like you, Young Duke. I’ve cut off my feelings cleanly. I don’t even want to see your face again. So, if you’re only here to talk about that, I must ask you to please leave now.”

The only difference was her chilling indifference.

“Hah, Roella!”

“What?!”

Her response was almost a yell back to his call.

Demos was taken aback by this new side of Roella.

She had always been overly submissive to him, never once raising her voice in his presence.

But her assertiveness didn’t end there.

“To be honest, I also have so many things to say. You’re not some elder of my household, so why do you keep trying to educate me? We’re both children of ducal houses, and even the High Priest and the Crown Prince address me formally and talk to me with respect. Yet you—why do you get to talk down to me? I’m holding back right now, you know?”

“You’re not holding back at all right now!”

Demos’s indignant retort was met with Roella blinking and muttering to herself.

“Ah. Right. That’s why I feel a bit relieved.”

Demos scoffed in disbelief.

But that was short-lived.

“Are you playing a game with me, Roella?”

His question growled with irritation, but Roella answered without flinching.

“A game? Maybe the game was you saying all those things to me like, ‘You’re the best, only you, I like you, yada yada yada.’“

His direct words made Demos falter.

“Anyway, I have nothing more to say, so please leave.”

“Are you kicking me out now?”

“Honestly, you weren’t even a proper guest to begin with. Plus, I have an actual appointment today. Not some forceful, unscheduled one like this.”

Roella’s dry words elicited a sneer from Demos.

“An appointment? Don’t make me laugh. I know there’s no one else you’d meet with besides me. What sort of appointment could you possibly have?”

“What do you know? Since that day, I’ve been positively inundated with invitations. It seems everyone wants to hear the aftermath.”

Demos’s mocking face quickly turned pale.

“Roella, you…”

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of speaking about it, and I certainly won’t talk about our quaint little argument today.”

Roella’s words made Demos flinch.

Until now, Roella had been utterly devoted to him. That’s what allowed him to take her for granted.

That’s what made him confident that she would never do anything to harm him.

But now, Roella was…

‘Unpredictable.’

At this point, he had to admit it.

Her declaration of giving up on him was sincere.

‘Damn it, how am I going to face Father?’

Demos internally seethed.

He had confidently told his father that Roella would come back to him, but the current situation seemed far from it.

No, it was more than that.

Roella was aggressive, seemingly intent on unleashing past resentments against him.

She had taken control of the conversation.

She was the villainess with nothing to lose, and he was the one with everything at stake.

“I really can’t understand why you’ve changed like this. I’m truly disappointed in you, Roella.”

“Go ahead, be disappointed. And leave while you’re at it, before I start spreading rumors about today’s disappointment.”

“So you’re openly threatening me now?”

“What are you talking about? You’re saying that’s a threat?”

Roella widened her eyes, feigning innocence.

And then,

“This is a threat.”

With that, she extended her hand toward the door of the drawing room.

Her face had gone from cold to glacial.

In a voice as chilly as her expression, she spoke swiftly and precisely.

“Stop dawdling and leave. If you don’t disappear from my sight this instant, I’ll reply to all one hundred and twenty-three of the letters I’ve accumulated and tell them that I’ve only been spending sixteen hours of every single day crying. I’ll spread every story I have about you far and wide. So, if you don’t want that…”

Leave this place. Right. Now.