Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 175

Chapter 88.1

Raniero looked down at the unconscious Angelica.

Though he had aimed an arrow at her, he had no intention of hitting her. Angelica had aimed an arrow at him first, and he had merely returned the gesture. To be precise, it was Eden, the one responsible, who leaped in to kill him, causing an arrow to pierce his wife’s ankle.

And for hitting Eden… is that such a frightening thing?

Raniero, on the contrary, thought of himself as very merciful. Setting aside the accusation of kidnapping Angelica, anyone who thrust a knife into the Emperor’s body should naturally be killed. That was what he knew, yet he spared the insolent man.

It was because he didn’t want Angelica to be afraid.

Even though he had taken so much care to understand her feelings, she still feared him. Still? Maybe that wasn’t the right statement because she feared him much, much more than she did before.

‘She wants me to kill her.’

Again, he had no intention of killing her.

If he had intended to kill her, he wouldn’t have come forward like this, urgently chasing after her. Rather, he just wanted to keep her close and prevent her from escaping, so that was why he explicitly mentioned that he wouldn’t kill her.

Raniero couldn’t understand.

It was understandable to be afraid because she’d had a scary experience, but… he had never lied. There was no need to. Therefore, it would be natural to assume that he was being sincere when he said he didn’t want to kill her as well.

Why was she so afraid?

‘Did she think I would twist her ankle?’

However, the moment she tried to escape, Angelica should have realized that if she were caught, something like that might happen.

She knew well what kind of person he was like.

She said that she was terrified of him, and even when he didn’t appear frightened, she still continued to be scared. If that was the case, the day she would face him without fear may never come…

Naturally, shouldn’t he make it so that she couldn’t escape?

He was confused.

In fact, stopping at just twisting the ankle was, in his view, a ‘fairly moderate solution for Raniero.’ However, even causing harm to her leg was too frightening for him, so he decided to stop. Despite that, Angelica was still terrified. Even when he embraced her in the old sanctuary, she was trembling.

Was it that terrifying? Was it that unpleasant? To the extent of losing consciousness like this?

So, what should he do from now on?

As he checked Angelica’s breathing as she lost consciousness, ironically, she seemed much more stable than when she was conscious. While it appeared that she had lost quite a bit of blood, her life didn’t seem to be in critical condition.

Looking at the arrowhead removed from her ankle, it seemed fairly clean.

The wounds he checked after removing her shoes were no different. It seemed that with proper stitching and immobilization, they could heal without complications. By Raniero’s standards, as a person from Actilus, it wasn’t much of a wound. Of course, considering Angelica was not from Actilus, she would have to endure a somewhat more painful treatment process.

Eventually, he left the saint’s room. After treating her to some extent, he decided that it was time to take Angelica back to Actilus.

It seemed that the temple was in disarray because of what he had done. It seemed that he had gone to fetch the beloved Saint from the old sanctuary, so the number of people guarding the main temple was scarce. However, the only one left in his position was the elderly Archbishop. He sat there helplessly, gazing endlessly outside.

Raniero, without any consideration, grabbed the shoulders of the Archbishop.

The Archbishop nearly jumped in surprise, almost springing out of his seat when he saw Raniero. There was a faint trace of fear in his eyes, too.

Fear.

He was sick of it.

He had never felt this way about being an object of fear before.

“My wife is injured.”

As he spoke briefly, the Archbishop nodded with trembling eyelids.

“Treat her. Wait and see if the wounds heal properly.”

It meant that if Angelica didn’t recover cleanly, Raniero wouldn’t stand idly by.

The Archbishop quickly realized that if he didn’t move immediately, things would get worse. As Raniero watched the archbishop’s back as he dragged himself to his feet and strode off into the distance, he vaguely thought that perhaps the archbishop hadn’t wasted his years.

He then sighed and took a seat in the spot the Archbishop had been sitting just a moment ago.

He thought everything would become clear once I met Angelica, but that wasn’t the case at all… and he was angry because it wasn’t.

He was born with a destiny to destroy anything and subjugate anything under his feet. The favor of God was a privilege, and everyone envied that privilege, willingly worshiping him. For the followers of Actilla, fear and reverence were synonymous.

The more cruel and merciless he was, the more respect followed.

In the midst of these thoughts, Raniero suddenly touched his own neck.

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