Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 114

Chapter 57.2

『 Flowers Bloom In The Abyss 』

The novel I read on the internet was here. However, it was a book that wasn’t suitable for this era, where books were still lavishly decorated in hardcover because they were still luxury goods, and this was a small paperback edition.

After catching my breath for a long time, I struggled to open the book.

Unlike the other books, this one was ironically neat. Although the paper was slightly yellow, there were no bug bites, putrid or moldy spots, and the binding was strong, so it was overly foreign.

After passing the inner cover and the table of contents, the novel began with a familiar passage on the next page.

The godson of the God of War plundered the Saintess of the God of Mercy.

I was chilled to the bone.

Nailed to the spot, I continued reading even though I already knew everything as I couldn’t stop my gaze.

It was such a severe snowstorm that even the knights of Actilla, the cruel god, had to turn their heads. The snow that suddenly fell from the dry sky piled up at a frightening speed and froze as they piled up together. They couldn’t possibly go further on the path they had intended.

Everyone waited for the commander’s decision.

With his curls of golden hair fluttering, the young and beautiful young man stared at the blocked road for a long time.

“Retreat.”

It was a predetermined decision.

I repeated the phrase over and over again.

On the next page, the first meeting between Raniero and Seraphina was described in very dramatic sentences. Despite the fact that the novel was written from the perspective of a third-person omniscient author’s point of view, the story was mostly told from Seraphina’s point of view.

Seraphina heard the voice of the God Tunia the other night, telling her that a very important guest was coming.

‘There was a setting in the very beginning of the novel that the Saint hears the voice of God.’

The Saint of Tunia, who has lived a life of obedience to the word, prepared wine to warm her body up and waited for guests. And, without any warning, the knights of Actilus came.

After reading this far, my fingertips stopped for a moment.

I wasn’t conscious of it when I first read it but reading it like this…

‘Didn’t the God of Tunia insist that Raniero and Seraphina meet?’

There was a reason I wasn’t conscious of this part.

After this, God Tunia didn’t give Seraphina any revelations, nor did she ask God to speak to her. She didn’t even blame the trust that she was kidnapped by Raniero because of an oracle.

I suddenly became curious.

…Didn’t Seraphina really resent God? Or was it just not recorded?

Conceivably, something else was written in such a passing narrative. As I thought so, I hurriedly turned the page. Though before I could turn two more pages, my stomach began to ache.

It was because the death of the Empress was described.

Seraphina had a hunch that something unusual was about to happen. Still trying to pull out her wrist firmly held by the Emperor, she murmured imploringly in a watery voice as if pleading.

“No, don’t do that. I beg you.”

Still, the Emperor didn’t seem to hear anything.

Suddenly, the Empress looked at her. It felt like she was being pierced, so Seraphina stiffened and flinched as if she had been struck by lightning.

The Emperor’s longsword scattered a strange light on the floor.

Dark red liquid poured over the light. Seraphina closed her mouth with her free hand. The next moment, the woman’s head rolled down with her eyes open. Seraphina staggered back as the empty eyes were still staring at her.

“Here you go.”

His sticky sweet voice clung to her ankles. She couldn’t bear to look into the eyes of the corpse, so Seraphina turned her head to where the sound came from, and the looter was smiling brightly. The drops of blood splattered on his smooth cheeks, looking like flower petals.

It was dizzying.

“Now, this is your home.”

The Emperor uttered, pointing from place to place with the sword dripping with blood.

“Your bed, your clothes, your people…”

The voice was like a song.

“Everything here belongs to you.”

Stunned, Seraphina shook her head.

“Please, send me back.”

However, the Emperor had no such intention of doing so. He gazed in rapture at the beautiful Saint, who was beautiful even when she was crying with shining eyes.

“The Empress of Actilus. Mine.”

Pure spoils!

I leaned on a pillar between the bookshelves and felt nauseous.

Reading the original story again after spending months with Raniero was fresh and intense to the point where my complacent heart became disastrous.

Even though I didn’t want to read anymore, I continued reading with an inexplicable urge.

Incarceration, persecution, rebellion, punishment and… revenge.

My stomach still felt nauseous, but I read it all without taking my eyes off it all, even to the ending with Raniero’s head being cut off, just as he did to the Empress and Eden.

Seraphina was expressionless, like a butcher soaked in inertia. With her bloodstained hands., she held her hair, which had shone more beautifully than anything valuable in her lifetime.

What followed was a brief description of the future of how the empire would fall apart with the loss of Raniero.

The last paragraph was written on the next page.

There was nothing left of her.

A faint laugh escaped Seraphina’s mouth as she shuffled her feet. Her revenge was devastating.

That was how the original story ended. However, the sentences in the book didn’t end there.

…There was a page left.

It was the author’s review, which wasn’t originally there.

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