It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains chapter 189

189. Social Church

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I managed to finish the explanation, but there didn’t seem to be the slightest sign that this awkward atmosphere would be resolved.

All the humans sitting around the table were silent.

The emperor, who had been planning to use me as a ‘national book’, was blowing smoke with the pipe he was holding in his mouth.

‘…Tobacco?’

Saint Lucien was also burnt occasionally, but that person was smoking very fancy.

For one of the most cursed people in the world, it must be said to be a very brave act.

“…Are you all right, Your Majesty?”

“Hmm?”

And as if I wasn’t the only one who thought that, Elnor also brought out those words in a worried voice.

The emperor’s eyes, upon hearing those words, seemed to be wondering what he was talking about.

“…Oh, you mean this?”

The Emperor chuckled and removed his pipe from his mouth for a moment.

“Don’t worry.”

“…Yes?”

“If you don’t smoke, you will die.”

“…”

Seeing the emperor putting the pipe back into his mouth while saying that, El Nore wrapped his head around her head. It’s like you don’t know what you’re talking about.

Rarely, it seems like this person is suffering rather than giving others a headache.

As expected, I should say that he is the absolute ruler of the empire.

[…Is it okay to feel dignified in something like that?]

Although Caliban grumbled like that, it is not an exaggeration to think that it was not a joke, but a section that actually reveals the emperor’s dignity.

Because Elnorre, who is close to becoming an infant, who is trying to match even Prime Minister Sullivan, is the only one who takes a step back.

Growing up with Cecilia 11 years old when she was still a ‘princess’, it is likely that her acquaintance with her will play a big role.

“…”

Of course, that much.

I’ve talked about it countless times, but the death over there has a huge impact on Elnor.

A cataclysmic class effect throughout the scenario.

“…Rather than that, did you say you hunt?”

While I was thinking about that, Elnor listened with difficulty.

Unlike Elijah, Elnor is quite familiar with the Emperor himself.

So, even though her face was filled with an expression of ‘Is that right?’, It is different from Elijah, who is unable to say a word.

“That’s right. Any questions?”

“…Really, is it safe?”

It has two meanings.

The first thing is whether it is appropriate to make such a gesture in the current situation of the Empire.

It’s about ‘my regards’.

This person is worried about me being used as bait.

“…Hmm.”

The emperor chose his words for a moment as he let out a deep breath of smoke.

The cloudy eyes filled with brown irises were soon fixed straight on Elnor.

“Tell me honestly. I’m not sure.”

“…”

Elnor’s eyes quietly closed.

“…Your Majesty is not the kind to risk someone’s life for a useless reason.”

Then, a sentence flowed out in a low voice.

“But, as for that man-“

“For now, I appreciate the evaluation, not the feeling that my life was wasted, Elnor.”

The emperor said, puffing up the kite.

“That man, even if I don’t take it, he’s already caught up in his work.”

“…Yes?”

“From the moment Prime Minister Sullivan started paying attention to that man, my eyes were also focused on him, and that means there is a high possibility that the elders are also keeping an eye on that man.”

The emperor continued in a calm voice.

“I don’t know what they’re up to, but I can assure you that it’s never good for this man. It’s both good for me and for this man to crush them.”

“…”

To Elnor, whose eyes were wide open, the Emperor’s words fell again.

“Even more so, the guy who is in charge of the head there seems to have a lot of interest in this man personally.”

Is that how it works?

Well, until recently, it had a connection that was unrivaled when it came to ‘evil-related’, and recently, it is even attracting more attention as a hero selection ordeal.

Even if you don’t go all the way to the national office, you’re already conspicuous enough. It sounds like you’ve been exposed to threats.

“So I guess I’d better accept the offer if possible…”

The emperor’s gaze glanced back.

“…Still, there seems to be another reason for the dissatisfaction.”

“…”

“You can put your jealousy aside.”

Cecilia the 11th said that to Elnor, who kept her mouth shut.

This time, it was a sentence that he brought out while keeping his eyes on Elijah, who was listening to the story without speaking.

“I have no intention of taking it away. Even a blind person can tell that this man is precious to you.”

“…”

While Elnor opened his eyes wide and looked at the emperor, a bitter smile crept across Cecilia’s 11-year-old face.

“…The time that was allowed to me in the first place is not long.”

“What is that-“

Before El Noir could ask a question, he cut off the sentence and heard a knock on the door.

“…Your Majesty. Do you sleep inside?”

It’s a familiar voice. It is the voice of the Sword Master.

“Oh, lard. What is it?”

“…Can you please stop letting outside personnel enter and leave the dormitory without taking the servants with you? Please forgive me for how many people are in trouble.”

“It’s okay to be in trouble for them. How much do you usually nag?”

“…”

Is this… The emperor…?

This ironclad…?

“…Anyway, the man in the dorm has an issue.”

The Sword Saint continued with a sigh.

“Contact in the Council of Elders. I want to meet Dowd Campbell.”

“…”

“…”

Everyone in the room fell silent at the exquisitely flown sentence.

“…Look at that.”

Cecilia, 11 years old, sucked in the smoke from her pipe and she grinned.

“Doesn’t the bite come right away?”

It looked like he had been waiting.

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The Council of Elders is a family established mainly by prestigious families, excluding the second-largest nobility of the Empire, the Duke of Tristan and the Margrave of Kendride.

Although their prestige is lacking compared to emperors and prime ministers, they are still a united force enough to speak loudly in state affairs.

Simply put.

The authority of the second largest aristocrat of the empire that supports the emperor, and the bureaucrats and working-level staff in which the chancellor holds the real power,

‘…The settings are so f*cking rough.’

Actually, that makes no sense.

Emperors and Prime Ministers, such magnificent people hold the government and real power tightly, but the other aristocrats are not trying to ride both lines well, but are rallying as a third force.

It’s a strange situation no matter who sees it.

However, there are people who give probability even to such holey garbage settings.

“Are you that Dowd Campbell?!”

I try to smile at the man grabbing my hand with twinkling eyes.

Black hair neatly cut. A deep intelligence dwelling in the pupils. A suit worn with no gaps in accordance with court etiquette. However, a well-trained body that could not be covered even with the suit.

Honestly, I don’t look aristocratic.

He looks like a young athlete who worked hard on self-management.

“Hey, I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time. It’s an honor to meet you! Great performance in the hero selection trials! In fact, I had a good look before that! From the time you unreasonably provoked the emperor!”

However, the person who is pouring out such words at me with his eyes wide open is undoubtedly one of the greatest nobles of the Empire.

Marquis Bogut.

Commonly known as ‘Lion Heart’.

A war hero who is said to have never lost a battle with demons, pagans, and other countries.

“…”

Even Marquis Kendride, who is said to be the best shield in the empire, must have experienced defeat in a fight with someone. Gide temperature. Even Caliban sleeping inside Soul Linker.

But this man.

He has beaten every opponent he has ever fought. With an overwhelming difference in ability that no one would dispute even if they were called geniuses.

Of course, there was no conflict in the first place with the strongest swordsman level, but rather fighting was the problem. The moment that happens, it’s a civil war right away.

Of all the young aristocrats in the Empire, he is the most promising.

‘…Even in the game.’

If it weren’t for some ‘restrictions’, it would be openly said that this man would be the first to hold the holy sword in the current generation.

He is a human with that level of ‘talent’.

It’s because those few restrictions are a bit fatal.

“Welcome to the Imperial Palace! When did you enter the palace? Did you have dinner? Where were you assigned accommodation?”

“…Over there.”

He smiles as if he is embarrassed by the flood of questions without being able to keep his senses.

Even in the game, he was one of the most hectic guys, but having him in front of him made it even worse.

“…Hey, Marquis. The guest is in trouble.”

As one of the humans accompanying him interjected with a wry smile, the Marquis Bogart grinned and raised his own brow.

It was an exaggerated gesture that felt like a play.

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[…On the outside, it just looks a bit hectic, doesn’t it look like a bad guy?]

‘…That’s the problem.’

[What?]

‘Because he’s such an eccentric, it’s harder to figure out his true intentions.’

Actually, when you think about it, it’s a strange thing.

In the original work, the cause of the 5-chapter imperial turmoil is a phenomenon in which Sullivan, who is in sharp conflict with the emperor, is the main axis.

However, now Sullivan seems to have no contact with the elders.

Cecilia 11 years old, who should have been preparing to launch a political offensive in line with Sullivan’s movements, seems to be quietly focusing on me now.

Something is a background condition that is far short of going until the 5th chapter I remember, the ‘Great Conflict’.

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“…”

But.

What I’ve learned since being possessed by this world is that every bad thing that was supposed to happen happened without fail.

‘…The civil war is happening. Because it’s decided.’

The problem.

It’s about ‘who’ does it.

The Emperor and Sullivan, who are candidates in the original work, are both unlikely. Both are devil’s vessels, and both are focused only on me.

In that case.

If the Emperor and Sullivan were all erased in the current situation.

The remaining candidates are compressed into that one.

“Sorry! You’ve been talking too much nonsense! It’s no different that I called you because of this!”

Along with the sentences pouring out like crazy, a letter sealed with wax flew in front of my eyes.

“…Is this?”

“This is an invitation! Soon, a social event will be held in the imperial palace centered around the Council of Elders!”

He put the letter in my hand and said so.

My eyes are twinkling. An unnervingly ardent gaze is pinned straight on me.

“I am Doud Campbell’s number one fan. I hope you will definitely come! Enough!”

“…”

He is truly a mindless man.

It’s the same when you just look at them pouring out their own words and then quickly kicking off the seat.

“…”

While the servants all panicked and chased after Marquis Bogut, I looked at the letter in my hand.

Considering the importance of the Marquis Bogart mentioned above, this invitation cannot be accepted in a simple sense.

Because I don’t know what kind of butterfly effect will be rolling in the future depending on what action I take here.

“…A social church.”

I’ve never been there before.

In the first place, as a former baron and current viscount, is there any reason to go to the property of such high-ranking aristocrats?

Just.

‘… To make an unprecedented appearance.’

I sigh as I recall the words I heard before coming here.

-Perhaps the boggart will give you an invitation to a social gathering at the imperial palace. It was clear that he was interested in you from before.

That’s what the emperor said as he smoked.

-Then, how about making an unconventional appearance as much as possible?

-…Yes?

-I think it’s necessary.

-…Why?

-The members of the Council of Elders are people who have gathered around noble families. A social gathering is more than just an event for them. Depending on how prominent it is, the impression it gives you will change. The breadth of information that can be ‘collected’ will also increase.

I remember the emperor replying with a grin.

Plausible… I mean. I got it.

But how do you do that?

Of course, it is not easy for the self-restraint of a viscount to attract attention at an event where aristocrats of enormous status gather.

[No, I have a good idea.]

Caliban suddenly heard those words.

[His Majesty, how about the three of us enter together?]

“…”

[Trash is what you do best. I think one thing that gets attention is going to do amazingly well?]

Caliban giggled and said that. It’s a sentence with a lot of intention to make fun of me.

What, to enter with the current hero candidate, the ruler of the empire, and Princess Tristan hanging in clusters?

Is that more than simply boasting that he is a crazy person beyond simply receiving attention?

“…Don’t talk nonsense-“

I’m trying to refute that.

Keep your mouth shut.

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[…Why are you quiet?]

I don’t answer, and I’m silently lost in my thoughts.

Thinking for a long time with a serious expression.

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[…]

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[… Hey.]

“…”

[Isn’t it?]

You know.

That’s it.

“Caliban.”

[No, you crazy bastard.]

“…”

[No.]

I haven’t said anything yet.

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