Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 150

Chapter 75.2

“I’m sorry, it’s not just Eden’s fault. In fact, avoiding it now won’t change the future. Actilla’s godson and the Saint of Tunia…”

I skipped the middle part of the content and continued.

“To be killed after this meeting is part of the predestined providence… so rather than that, I thought it might be better to somewhat predict and adjust…so that no one dies in the process…”

As I rambled on, Seraphina opened her mouth.

“Are you going to die, too? If… according to the prophecy.”

I couldn’t help but feel a chill run down my spine at the question. Still, I mustered a weary smile.

“Yes. According to the ‘prophecy,’ I’ll be the first to die.”

Seraphina looked at me with a deeply saddened expression before reaching out her hand and cupping my cheek. Her comforting touch was gentle and lukewarm.

Leaning into her hand, I closed my eyes.

“I want to live.”

She rested her forehead against mine.

“I understand. Everyone has something they yearn for.”

I held my breath for a while and then asked, a teary voice trickling out.

“But you don’t doubt my words…?”

Up until now, everything I said seemed dubious that anyone who was less considerate might have been dismissed as nonsense with a laugh. Nonetheless, she was listening earnestly.

Only after uttering my words did I recall Eden’s words again.

…I shouldn’t have wondered about what she was thinking.

Seraphina still looked at me with sorrowful eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

She uttered words I couldn’t decipher the meaning of. Why would she suddenly apologize? She hadn’t done anything wrong to me. Still, despite the fact that I was deeply curious, I couldn’t bring myself to ask.

For some reason, I was afraid to know.

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A few days later.

Seraphina stepped out from the ‘the Saint’s prayer room’ and announced what was going to happen in the future.

“An army led by the Emperor of Actilus will soon arrive at the temple. There will be quite a number of them.”

The remark was like lightning in a bright blue sky.

Seraphina’s tone seemed calm, like still waters, but the temple’s members all stared at her with shocked expressions.

Someone asked.

“Is, is that the word from God?”

Ignoring his words, she continued solemnly.

“The temple has received the grace he has bestowed us. Now is the time for us to give back.”

No one dared to come forward and deny her words. However, their troubled expressions couldn’t be concealed.

“Above all, we’re followers of the God of Mercy. Even if they have never been indebted to them, we must not abandon those who seek help amidst such adversity.”

The room fell silent.

Seraphina, having spoken up to that point, suddenly fixed her gaze on a particular spot in one place… where a dark-haired paladin was staring at her from a corner. Those eyes made her drenched in helplessness every time they met.

She struggled to tear her gaze away from him.

According to the words of that small woman, the Empress of Actilus, if Laniere Actilus were to come here, it would mark the beginning of all disasters.

Still, he had to come here.

There was no point in congratulating him for a brief escape. Recalling the voice of the God she worshiped, Seraphina left her final words and left.

“Prepare a drink to warm the bodies of those who have walked through the snow.”

No one wanted to follow that instruction. But regardless, God’s proclamation, the words of the Saint, were absolute. Of course, while Seraphina never mentioned ‘Tunia’s proclamation,’ the fact that she could speak of events yet to unfold as established truths were thanks to the benevolent God of Tunia, who cherished her and often whispered to her.

As they prepared drinks and food, the priests fervently hoped that, for this instance, Seraphina’s words would prove wrong. There was no doubt that it was rather a reprehensible request for the God of Tunia.

A paladin, who had been gazing out the window with a tense expression, let out a low groan.

“They’re coming.”

At those words, everyone scurried towards the window. Trudging through the snow that had piled up nearly to their chests, the army of Actilus was approaching.

“Goodness, there are too many.”

Even if all the people of the temple of Tunia were gathered, it seemed that there would still be fewer people than the army Raniero was currently leading.

“There’s no place to accommodate all those people.”

Someone murmured in horror. Nevertheless, that didn’t mean Raniero would suddenly change direction and walk away from the temple.

The Archbishop instructed with an exasperated look on his face.

“Fetch them the drinks.”

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About an hour later, someone knocked forcefully on the temple door. With a bottle of a drink in hand, the Archbishop opened the door.

The creaking sound felt ominous today.

“I already knew you were coming.”

Saying so, he stepped aside from the door.

Furious to the point of speechlessness, Raniero, who had an expressionless face, wordlessly snatched the bottle from the Archbishop’s wrinkled hand.

“Your voice is annoying to hear.”

He was clad in thick fur, making him appear more imposing than usual. Step by step, without a word of apology, he threaded through the temple hall with his dirty feet as his red eyes glanced around indifferently.

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