Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 195

Chapter 98.1

My fear, my hatred, and even the slightest hint of fondness towards Raniero… were all the reasons to kill him.

If I was afraid that he would kill me, I must kill him to eliminate the cause of my fear.

If I hated him for what he had done to me, I must take revenge by killing him.

If I liked and worried about him at all… I must kill him to liberate him from Actilla.

There was no place to step because everywhere was covered in cobwebs. It was like a game where no matter which option you chose, it all boiled down to one bad ending.

…If he was Actilla’s puppet, then I was Tunia’s puppet.

I looked at Tunia.

With resentment.

The God of Mercy in this world was truly strange. Despite the fact that there might have been other gods who could bargain with Providence besides Tunia, he stepped forward. Good things were sacrificed to other gods, bargained with Providence, and endured the harshest price that couldn’t be known at the moment of the bargain.

People usually call this kind of thing foolishness, frustration, or stupidity.

Was that all?

After giving away all the good things to those who didn’t think of him, Tunia left only the most barren for those who loved him. So, the followers of Tunia lived a life of poverty and loneliness in perilous environments, facing the border with the demonic monsters…

And the Saintess of Tunia bore the most cruel burdens in the world.

His choices were costing his faithful followers dearly.

Even me, who wasn’t his follower.

This was so absurd… the idea that the will of a god determined our lives. Regardless of how much we struggle to stay afloat, we ultimately find ourselves swept away and cornered by the massive currents.

Thick tears flowed silently from my eyes.

“Do you love me?”

“That’s right.”

“If you love someone, you should only give them good things. How could you be so cruel?”

“I’m sorry.”

“If you want to sacrifice and show mercy to make others happy and yourself miserable, you should do it alone. Why drag me into it?”

“I’m truly sorry, my dear.”

Tunia still called me ‘dear’ in his usual blunt tone.

The God of Mercy, who loved me the most and yet was the cruelest to me.

“You say you love me, but you’re just holding onto my ankles.”

I sniffled before I continued,

“It’s my life, shouldn’t I be in control of it? If there’s something I can’t control, shouldn’t you just not tell me anything at all?”

If I had known nothing, I wouldn’t have resisted killing him. Even if I had only known that I was a saintess of Tunia after a hundred concessions, I might have felt reluctant, though I wouldn’t feel like this right now. Still, no matter what I think, now that I know there was really no choice for me aside from what had been decided…

I wanted to make sure there was really no way to escape this fate.

“Is there no other way than to kill Raniero?”

“Yes.”

“You said the bond between Raniero and Actilla is weakening… so can’t it be completely severed? Can’t he be killed in that way?”

As my words grew faster and turned into pleas, Tunia’s face contorted slightly. He seemed to be in agony.

“I’m sorry. The bond passed down through generations is too strong.”

“….”

“And Raniero is so ‘suitable’ as Actilla’s successor.”

Actilla’s throne succession ceremony came to mind.

It wasn’t like people didn’t feel a sense of familial affection for their blood relatives in this country. Sylvia loved her family, and Duchess Nerma loved her son and how terrible she felt for her unborn child. However, Raniero, without any hesitation, joyfully murdered his siblings and even took his father’s life without being deterred by such things.

He was born with a wicked temperament, finding pleasure in slaughter as if it were a game.

Although it was possible to train people to control their pleasure-seeking and violent impulses with great effort, they could never be fundamentally reformed. As such a being, merely creating friction with Actilla over whether to kill me or not was unlikely to sever his connection with the divine fundamentally.

In matters other than my life, the goals of the gods and the successor would be aligned.

I stood at a distance and looked up at Actilla.

“What will happen if I… don’t fulfill the role of the Saintess?”

“There will be a great war. Not immediately, but it will happen in the near future.”

War was what Actilla enjoyed, and the merciless violence would only magnify him further.

“Actilla will swallow the world.”

If I didn’t fulfill the role of the maiden, this world would be filled with the cries and ruins of innocent people.

“Do you think Actilla will stop when everything in the world belongs to him?”

I wiped away tears and shook my head.

“No… Then another massacre will begin.”

Like Actilla’s succession ceremony, Actilla would begin to pit his followers against each other in battles… and in this way, nothing would remain on this earth.

I asked like a selfish person.

“But what if I refuse the whims of fate and decide not to kill him? If I choose to spare him and ruin the world, will you punish me as Actilla does to Raniero?”

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