When the Villainess Died, the Male Lead Went Crazy - Chapter 151.2

“I just want you to be happy, Anais. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Phileal.”

Anais gently stroked Phileal’s hair.

“I’ll really be happy.”

“Mm.”

“So, you have to be happy too.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Phileal, as if seeking affirmation, extended his pinky finger. Anais smiled and took his hand, shaking it lightly.

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

And so, the day of the New Year’s celebration passed peacefully.

* * *

“You’re truly crazy.”

Lewarren said it sincerely.

“You just figured that out?”

The two were in the imperial palace’s audience room. Kylian knew that Anais would be meeting commoners with grievances at the Empress’s Palace at this time. So, Lewarren had taken advantage of that moment and gained entry.

“No matter how much I say it, I can’t calm down. You crazy bastard.”

“No matter how much you say it, I’m not angry.”

Kylian flashed a crooked smile as he looked at Lewarren. Lewarren, shaking with anger, glared at the paper he was holding and then at Kylian again.

“Ha.”

Kylian openly mocked him.

“Your Majesty, the High Priest of Chaos is at the entrance of the audience room…”

“Hey!”

Before the guard could finish his sentence, Phileal burst into the room.

“This bastard!”

Phileal’s shouting caused Kylian to twist his lips even more. Lewarren, not expecting anyone else to be a victim, stiffened his expression as he looked at Phileal, who had barged into the audience room. Phileal, who had rushed into the room, stared at Lewarren with wide eyes.

“You scoundrel, you sly bastard.”

“I didn’t think you could be this despicable.”

“So what if I’m despicable? If you want to refuse, go ahead. But if you refuse, you’ll have to fight me.”

Kylian crossed his legs and leaned back on the imperial throne. His blatant mocking attitude made both Phileal and Lewarren tremble as they crushed the paper they were holding.

“Ah, right. Since you both are so weak, it might be impossible to fight one-on-one.”

“…”

“How about two-on-one? What do you think?”

For Lewarren, the high priest of a powerful temple, this was an incredibly humiliating remark. But whether it was two-on-one or twenty-on-one, fighting Kylian seemed like a losing battle.

So, they glared at Kylian with genuine anger. Then Phileal turned to the Minister of Justice standing next to Kylian and asked,

“Is it true that if I refuse to become the Emperor’s consort, I’ll be forbidden from marrying anyone for fifty years?”

“…Yes. According to the imperial law.”

“Ha.”

Lewarren sighed heavily at the answer.

“Even so, to take in two men as consort… you’re definitely insane.”

“If you don’t like it, refuse. Then you’ll just be unable to marry anyone for fifty years.”

Kylian crossed his legs again and rested his chin on his hand.

“This is the most insulting proposal I’ve ever had.”

Phileal said in disgust.

Lewarren and Phileal. Both of them received a marriage proposal. A proposal with the Emperor’s seal, one they couldn’t refuse.

Goddess Roserain had long hoped for the Temple of Destruction to form ties with the imperial family, also wished that Lewarren would not marry anyone. She would likely favor Kylian, who could never see Lewarren as a lover, over Anais, who could become the object of his affection. Kylian would never, in a thousand years, look at Lewarren as a romantic partner.

“At least you’re lucky. Lilith will show you mercy.”

Lewarren said this with self-deprecating humor.

“No… Re will grant approval if it’s entertaining. I don’t know what will happen either.”

Phileal, his eyes brimming with tears from the humiliation, glared at Kylian.

“Beat me and retract the proposal. That should work, right?”

Lewarren and Phileal thought Kylian was crazy, but they were more taken aback by how long it had been since they’d witnessed Kylian’s willingness to do anything for Anais. They didn’t know how to react.

“What do you want? Will you retract it if I swear not to become Anais’s consort?”

“Yes. If you swear it on the gods, I’ll retract it.”

“I’ll tell Anais everything.”

“Even if you do, nothing will change. I won’t back down on this.”

At Kylian’s words, Phileal deflated. Lewarren and Phileal sighed, as though resigned to the situation. Lewarren spoke first.

“I swear, there will be no marriage between me and Anais. Not as a consort, not in any form. I swear on the name of Goddess Roserain.”

Phileal also spoke with eyes full of tears.

“When I marry Anais, it’ll be when I give up my powers. I swear on Re. Is this good enough?”

“Yes.”

With Kylian’s satisfied smile, both Lewarren and Phileal could finally retract the proposal.

* * *

Kylian waited for Anais to return late at night.

“Did you not sleep?”

“I was waiting since you hadn’t come back yet.”

As Anais entered the bedroom, Kylian got up from the bed and naturally hugged her.

“Phileal came earlier and complained.”

“I expected that.”

Kylian smiled as though there was nothing left to hide and buried his head into Anais’s shoulder. He took a deep breath, as if imprinting her scent into his very being.

“Did you not like it?”

“No. I wasn’t going to have a consort anyway.”

Kylian smiled happily at Anais’s words and pulled away from her. He then looked straight into her eyes.

“Let’s write a vow to only look at each other.”

Though his face was full of smiles, Anais noticed a hint of anxiety in his golden eyes. She smiled gently and responded.

“Yes.”

And so, another happy day passed.