Time-Limited Saintess, You’ve Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 102

Chapter 51.2

“Disgusting.”

Harald spat out his disgust and anger as he faced his red-eyed brother. Then he turned to Ellin and looked at her with concern.

“Ellin, let’s go.”

He spoke to her as though she were an innocent victim.

“…Wait. I wasn’t harassing her.”

“How is that not harassment when you’re forcibly holding her wrist like that?”

“….”

“What’s wrong? Is it because I’m speaking the truth? If you want to kill me, then go ahead.”

Harald smirked as if daring his brother, then grabbed Ellin’s hand and led her out. After pulling her into the hallway, he shouted.

“In situations like that, you need to scream!”

“Yes…?”

“You poor thing. I know it, too, of course. The shamelessness of that so-called brother.”

He examined Ellin. Despite the blunt look in his eyes, there was a hint of concern. She could feel the unmistakable warmth in his gaze.

“Uh, I…”

“I’m ashamed that man is my brother.”

“….”

“What did he say? He didn’t say anything disgusting, right?”

Ellin chuckled softly as she met his fiery gaze.

She was grateful for him thinking of her. As she looked at Harald, she suddenly noticed a red scratch running across his cheek. It was probably another injury from him being careless with his body.

She shook her head and reached out to touch his cheek.

“Ah!“

“It’s just… something like this. With this kind of intent. I touched His Majesty’s cheek first because there was something on it.”

She let out a small laugh.

“So, it wasn’t harassment… how should I say it?”

‘It wasn’t a repulsive or sticky feeling. How should I describe it… more like a thoughtful one?’

That was what it felt like.

The moment her hand rested on his cheek, Harald was so flustered that he instinctively grabbed her wrist.

“Just like you did just now, His Majesty probably did the same.”

“You, you, you! You really don’t think about physical contact enough!”

Harald shouted, his face flushed red.

Ellin couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Even after a year, he was still like a cat with its claws out, yet somehow, the boy had made space for her by his side.

He grabbed her wrist, and as he tried to let go, he suddenly realized his position was similar to his brother’s.

“Of course, only brothers would walk around with something on their cheeks like that.”

“Who’s the same as him?! And this isn’t something on my cheek, it’s a wound—a real wound!”

Harald yelled loudly.

As Ellin pulled her arm away, he huffed in frustration.

“You, you dare to do this to the prince? Huh?!”

“Aren’t you the beloved older brother who loves the cute Princess Charlotte?”

“….”

“To me, you all just look equally cute.”

When she smiled, Harald cursed under his breath. He glared at her and responded.

“If you hadn’t helped Charlotte, you’d be dead by my hands.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’d really be dead!”

With his face as red as a tomato, he shouted and stormed off.

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Arkan was listening to the ministers in the audience chamber. The once tense and frightening cabinet sessions had lost their fear since he no longer erupted in fury.

“Your Majesty, Count Gebera is still being stubborn. Shouldn’t we launch a campaign against him?”

“Your Majesty, a delegation from Carrington is on its way. They plan to meet with the Saintess.”

“Monsters have been sighted in Pionche. We must cooperate with the temple.”

Whether he had fallen in love or not, there was still a mountain of duties to handle. As a Normatian who had ascended to the throne, his position remained unstable.

Count Gebera from the North, a devout follower, didn’t oppose Arkan, but he refused to swear loyalty, citing illness as the reason.

Carrington, too, wasn’t coming as a nation but with the intent of visiting the temple within Nicaea.

The monsters that had emerged in Pionche were no different. Monsters and beasts, outcasts born of darkness, appeared everywhere. This was why it was dangerous to break ties with the temple. The temple was composed of those who wielded divine power. Since Nicaea and the temple had long stood together, it was impossible to completely sever relations with them.

He frowned.

“For now, I’ll leave the matter of the monsters in Pionche to Viscount Timothy.”

Arkan smiled as he glanced at Viscount Timothy, who was standing in the corner.

“Isn’t your daughter the Saintess?”

“Yes, yes!”

Viscount Timothy’s expression was overwhelmed.

He had heard that Liliana’s standing within the temple had been shaky lately. It wasn’t that she had been openly rejected, but the relationship between the emperor and the temple wasn’t on the best terms. As a result, the viscount, who had produced a saintess, could align himself with the factions in the capital that had ties to the temple, but he had to tread carefully. Moreover, if Liliana achieved something significant, his status would rise as well.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to demonstrate any real power.

‘She’s just a fake, anyway.’

Still, he had made her a saint, given her a magic stone, and yet his daughter was so foolish? Viscount Timothy mulled over the temple’s request. It seemed like the perfect opportunity.

“I’m counting on you.”

Although he smiled at Arkan’s friendly voice, a lingering sense of disgust slowly began to take over his thoughts.

‘He’s the kind of person who makes me uncomfortable every time I see him.’

Those red eyes felt as though he were staring at a demon.

The viscount left the meeting room and quietly made his way down the corridor. Just as he stepped out of the building and turned the corner, soft laughter echoed through the air.

At that moment, a woman appeared.

At first, he didn’t recognize her because of her dark brown hair, but soon he realized who she was.

“Ellin!”

He shouted in excitement.