I Became the Villain's Master - Chapter 133
Chapter 133
“Mistress! Is everything alright?”
“Yes. I just looked at the sacred relic, spoke with god… and chatted with Snow.”
I laughed awkwardly, hugging Snow tightly.
“Kiing!”
[Mistress! They say you’re a Saint!]
Ignoring the boisterous message ringing in my mind, I looked at Noctis and asked, “Isn’t that right, Sir Noctis?”
“Indeed. I was wondering why you came, Kiris.”
“Didn’t the temple request the tower’s cooperation first?”
“We merely responded to the tower’s request.”
Crackle.
Sparks flew between Kiris and Noctis’s gazes.
How did things end up like this?
I clearly came up from the underground space with Noctis after seeing the sacred relic. And there Kiris was, standing restlessly.
‘Where have you been?’
Kiris spoke coldly, watching Noctis and me standing together. I was so flustered I couldn’t say anything, but thankfully, Noctis’s intervention cleared up the misunderstanding.
‘Where does he think I’m going?!’
It’s nice that he came to see me, but…
I’ve been wondering how he always knows where I am. Does he have some kind of tracking device on me?
No matter how much I look, I can’t find anything like that, and the question remains unanswered.
‘Wait, haven’t a lot of incredible things happened all at once?’
Indeed, who else gets to see a sacred relic in a temple, meet a god, and then… become a Saint favored by that very god?
‘It’s frustrating that my soul was dragged into this world, but what can I do? It’s already happened.’
I didn’t have any particular attachment to my past life. Besides, all I could think about was stopping the Demon King who put me in this situation.
“Everyone, please stop. Kiris, I’m telling the truth. The god said I was the chosen Saint, and also…”
But I couldn’t bring myself to tell Kiris and Noctis that I lived in another world and then transmigrated.
Who would believe me?
Noctis didn’t seem to know much about the sacred relic either.
“And also…?”
Kiris voiced his question, and Noctis, pretending not to, looked at me.
“He said the mastermind behind everything is the Demon King, Araberus.”
“Araberus…” Kiris uttered the name with a grave expression.
“He said Araberus was the worst Demon King during the Age of Demons, long ago.”
“Is that so?”
Noctis nodded at my question.
“Yes, it is. Did God Moreus truly say that?”
“Araberus. He said it exactly like that. And that Araberus is trying to revive now.”
“This is serious. Noctis, what do you think?”
“I believe we must join forces.”
“Right. The Imperial Palace is not to be trusted. The Emperor’s sudden death is suspicious, and so is the attendant who threatened Mistress at the Holy Festival…”
At the Holy Festival, an attendant had taken me away, saying the Crown Prince had summoned me. But it was a trap, and it almost caused a major disaster.
‘It’s a good thing Snow was there…’
Because of the unexpectedly powerful dark magic, something terrible could have happened if Kiris hadn’t appeared.
“Something you said earlier bothered me. Are you saying, Mistress, that you’re the Saint who can stop Araberus?”
“Yes, that’s what he said.”
“That so-called god is spouting nonsense.”
Gasp! I widened my eyes at Kiris, who so casually blasphemed against the god.
Blasphemy!
Snow, seemingly enraged by Kiris’s words, puffed up its fur.
[How dare he say such a thing! Mistress! I told you his energy was sinister. How dare he…!]
Snow growled and lunged, biting Kiris’s neck.
[I will punish this human who blasphemes!]
“What’s gotten into it?” Kiris asked me, holding Snow with one hand, his expression impassive.
Are you really asking that?!
Unsure what Kiris might do next, I quickly retrieved Snow.
“It’s just something he does.”
Wait. Noctis is the Pope. Shouldn’t he be angry at Kiris’s words? The thought flashed through my mind as I held the struggling Snow. I looked at Noctis.
But, unexpectedly, Noctis didn’t say anything, only wore a worried expression.
“…Miss Rosette, are you alright? Regardless, our temple and the tower will handle this.”
I felt a lump in my throat at his words but forced a smile. I could feel the unconditional trust and affection from both Noctis and Kiris.
“It’s nothing. If I can stop the demon, I’ll gladly do it. I’ll be the last line of defense, so to speak.”
The tower and the temple have joined hands. This is a monumental event that should be recorded in history, and it signifies the immense power needed to confront the Demon King. If I can contribute, I will naturally do so.
“Indeed. That’s reassuring.”
“Mistress, don’t worry. I’m here. And the tower won’t stand idly by.”
Kiris smiled and gently took my hand.
“No need to tremble.”
My hand must have been shaking slightly. The warm touch made the trembling vanish instantly.
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