Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 194

Chapter 97.2

“That’s right.”

At his words, I recalled seven failed assassination attempts—the attempts that Raniero noticed too easily and thwarted.

“But I failed to kill Raniero seven times. If I’m the Saint of Tunia and your weapon, shouldn’t I succeed?”

Tunia responded to my complaint with an enigmatic remark.

“To kill a god, you must wield a sword.”

“Huh? The sword is Eden, right? Come to think of it, why would Tunia’s swords always fail? Ah, there are too many things I’m curious about.”

“It’s because it wasn’t my sword who’s been granted the authority to kill Actilla’s successor, but my saintess.”

I pounded my chest.

“Ugh, it’s frustrating. Can’t you explain it clearly? I’m not smart. You should go play riddles with your sword. He likes to think.”

Tunia spoke bluntly without even a sigh.

“The sword is a holy relic, not a weapon in itself. He is a figure dedicated to awakening the saintess.”

“Ah… So, does it mean it’s not a practical sword but more like a decorative sword for ceremonial purposes? And that awakens the saintess? How?”

“For example, last time.”

The God of Mercy, who had been as steadfast as a rock without a hint of wavering until now, paused for a moment when bringing up this story.

“My saint was able to kill Actilla’s successor through the medium of vengeance. The sword became the flint that ignited that vengeance.”

I became a little anxious.

“Does the saint need a medium to kill Atila’s successor?”

“It requires a strong will. It’s something I can’t artificially instill in you, nor something you can forcibly summon.”

…A strong will.

It seemed like a concept far removed from me. I was always someone who was eager to run away.

“If I’m really supposed to be the Saintess of Tunia this time, you’ve chosen the wrong person. I’m simply not a talented person.”

I sighed deeply as I spoke.

At this, Tounia shook his head.

“That’s not true. Actilla is more restless now than ever. He feels threatened by your presence, so he’s trying to kill you before your will awakens.”

“….”

“There’s a conflict brewing between Actilla and his successor centered around you. Raniero Actilus was born with a very cruel and arrogant nature, and he was Actilla’s favorite child… but now he is rebelling.”

As my hands began to tremble, I clasped them tightly together.

“Actilla orders your death, but Raniero can’t bring himself to kill you.”
[ T/N: …I’m not crying you are (╥﹏╥) ]

Raniero’s screams echoed in my ears.

“The divine punishment…”

“Yes. That’s why Actilla often punishes Raniero. Do you know what effect that has?”

I shook my head.

“The bond between Raniero and Actilla is crumbling. Do you now have any idea of the magnitude of your existence?”

I was momentarily speechless.

Tunia continued his words.

“Additional intervention was needed to captivate Raniero’s mind when Seraphina was performing her duties.”

It seemed like Tunia was talking about how Raniero became fixated on Seraphina at first sight.

“But this time, there wasn’t even a need for that.”

Without Tunia’s intervention, Raniero came to like me.

How did he manage to manipulate the heart of Actilla’s successor? Did he make a deal with Providence and strike a second bargain? Such questions briefly brushed through my mind and disappeared.

It was because I was too practical and selfish to entertain such doubts.

“You, you’re making it harder for me to kill him when you say this. If he really has feelings for me…”

…Killing him would become a truly difficult task.

I couldn’t be so heartless.

The next moment, Tunia held my hand before I could even finish my sentence. His hands were rough and firm.

“I know very well your temperament that tends to become compassionate towards those who like you. But if you even slightly like him, all the more reason to kill him.”

He pulled my hand as if telling me to follow him. I followed him, perplexed. The landscape seemed identical in every direction, but Tunia strangely knew the way.

How long had we walked? He finally stopped.

“Look over there.”

I gazed at where he was pointing. There was something massive. Upon closer inspection, I could discern it was the shape of a crouched figure.

I frowned without realizing it.

Its posture was contorted, and its bloodshot eyes were wide open. It seemed fitting to attach all sorts of ghastly and unsightly descriptions to it. When I looked at it carefully, it seemed to be in its mid-teens, but at a glance, it appeared much older.

“That’s Actilla.”

“Yes?”

I was so surprised by Tunia’s words that I almost fell into a state of shock.

The God whom Raniero Actilus served was such a deity?

It seemed like Actilla hadn’t noticed the presence of Tunia and me. It was constantly muttering while looking down somewhere. When I listened closely to the whisper-like sounds, I realized that it was primitive impulses of violence like ‘kill,’ ‘cut the throat,’ and ‘slice swiftly’ that were discernible.

Actilla’s language was crude and self-righteous.

‘Ah, I can’t believe how this god could have such influence…’

A bloated and ungainly god of war…

Was the entirety of Actilus really so enamored with such a being?

Tunia parted his lips.

“Raniero can only be liberated from that thing if he dies. Otherwise, he will forever be a puppet to its impulses.”

My fingertips went completely cold.

“So kill him. Give the human named Raniero the mercy of liberation.”

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