Power was needed to open the gates of Hell, for the survival of other demons inside the gates of Hell, for the survival of the other demons here, including Belede, but that was sorely lacking.
Power.
Energy that could be refined from humans’ negative emotions.
Things that come from feelings of fear, despair, sadness, betrayal, etc.
There were limits to causing discord among humans and triggering wars.
The best way was to open the gates of Hell on the day the saint said she would open the gates of Heaven, and to take power from all human despair.
But the saint would do such a thing.
His lips twisted.
“Just go.”
The gate of Hell was not the problem right now.
Whether the saint really noticed this side’s identity was the key.
If she seemed bothersome, he was fully able to disguise it as natural or accidental death.
Or perhaps negotiate with some wise priests who know that the glories of this world are sweeter than the paradise of the next.
Though it would be disgusting.
He smiled.
It might get a lot more troublesome. There might be limits to blocking it with money, but he could buy time to prepare for war.
And that war would be his victory.
His end was not something like receiving divine power from the priests in the war and dying.
“Do you really intend to go yourself?”
The demon asked, seemingly troubled. But Belede, as always, nodded confidently.
“Who will go if not me?”
It’s better than going to check your last moments one by one and knowing that you don’t die to the saint.
Knowing this, the demon bowed its head.
(This is a time separator.)
So it had been the whole way. It was easy for Belede to disguise himself as one of the knights escorting the saint.
He wore a helmet over his temporarily silverdyed hair instead of his wellknown and comfortable black hair.
“The Duke of Vainka is a kind person.”
And the moment he met the eyes of the saint, who spoke with a voice that couldn’t hide its trembling despite its confident speech,
He saw something strange.
Death… three times?
Once in a fall, once sacrificed on the altar, and another time…
“……!”
His vision blurred. There wasn’t enough power to read it. Either there were too many variables, or death was too far away.
For the human saint, death is further away than me?
But what caught his eye more was her previous two deaths.
She died once as the Duchess of Orobas, and another time with the emblem of Ubar.
A saint who, against God’s providence, enjoyed three lives was interesting enough.
Then, for her, this time is… the third.
So the saint knows the answer.
Ubar and Orobas would have watched for the past two lives, knowing where the real demon family is. Knowing that, she boldly stepped in here.
If this place were to be denounced with conviction in the name of God right away, there would have been no need to send the Saint, and those priests would have thrust the ends of their swords.
She came here on purpose.
Did she come obsessed with a sense of justice, or to seize evidence? Evidence that the priests could even fabricate?
Her cautious and trembling eyes attracted interest.
“I will escort you.”
It was the same when pretending to be a knight and escorting.
She did not give off the feeling of a warrior. Neither did she give off the feeling of a priest who embodies justice.
Nor did she feel a hatred for the devil.
The tremor felt at her fingertips was hesitation, or perhaps fear…, and it was a fear towards death.
Veled, who had seen many deaths, could not fail to recognize that.
His deep green eyes took on a deep hue.
Perhaps this Saint is not the ‘such Saint’ we thought, he thought so at that time.
“Ugh…!”
By chance, the timing was not good and it happened.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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