It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains chapter 255

255. School Festival

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Meeting Elnor was different from what I had envisioned.

I thought I was going to concoct some kind of very insidious scheme – usually involving my lower half – or even openly push in and use tyrannical force – mainly involving my lower half.

The pattern that continued until the day before the school festival was as follows.

“…Is it the same today?”

When I asked that question, Beatrix, who had been seeing each other for several days and their faces were getting used to each other, answered with a sigh.

“Yes.”

“…”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to see anyone right now.”

As soon as I went to meet Elnor in the student council room, it was the first sentence I heard from Beatrix, who herself was also making a puzzled expression.

In this way, I have been shutting down the door for several days already.

And if you hear this, it means that you have no choice but to ask this question even though you know that it is a bit out of shape.

The questions I asked on the first day of being treated like this were as follows.

“…Does that mean I don’t want to meet you, including me?”

“Oh. Especially if it’s you, you’ll definitely come, so if you come, I begged you to tell me this.”

“…”

It was an even more out of shape answer that comes back to a question that is out of shape.

And as a person who knew how much Elnor had died and couldn’t live without me, Beatrix seemed equally ashamed of this situation.

Just looking at the questions flying right now, it seems like that.

“…Did you do anything to make them angry?”

[Well. I have no idea what to think of first.]

“…”

[What did you do to another woman right after you gave me your wedding ring?]

Ignoring the ghost’s words that are not helpful in life, I scratch my head and think.

As Caliban said, the chances of him noticing such things and getting mad at me aren’t that low.

Anything with a long tail is said to be stepped on, but isn’t it rather surprising that such things have not been taken too seriously until now?

To be honest, Elnor seemed to be aware of the fact that I was entangled with all kinds of women here and there.

‘…But no matter how much I think about it, that’s not the case.’

[Why?]

‘If it’s really like that, it’s not like I’m shutting myself out like this.

[…]

Caliban also agreed silently.

In fact, while Elnor’s tolerance always seems narrow, it’s mostly wide.

Meeting other girls is something that they accept even with a sigh.

However, as soon as she does something she has never done before, she immediately leaves.

In other words, the moment I cross the line, I am the person who will slit the throat of not only me but also the woman who has such a relationship with me.

‘And, to be honest, right now, you didn’t have a relationship to do that…’

It’s not that it isn’t, it really is.

The stickiest things I’ve ever had with a woman were all the ‘first’ with Elnor.

Most of them now feel like they are walking a narrow line, but…

“…”

Uh.

Wait a minute.

“…What is it?”

Beatrix’s eyes narrowed when she saw my face.

“Why do you look like you suddenly remembered something?”

“…”

No.

There is one.

The person who took things straight that even Elnor couldn’t do.

I don’t know if I should call it a ‘human’, but since he’s even inside Elnor’s body, the possibility of ‘contacting’ with him is very high.

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“…”

Uh.

This is more dangerous than you think-

“…Elnor?”

While I was thinking about that, Beatrix’s words suddenly knocked on my ear.

I turned my head toward it, feeling my face turn blue, and there was definitely a person with that name standing there.

It looks like it just came out of the training room attached to the back of the student council room.

A tank top, bottoms made of functional materials, and traces of exercise all over the body.

“…What? You say you don’t want to meet anyone?”

“…”

Despite Beatrix’s doubtful sentence, Elnor did not say anything.

Instead, at the end of an emotionless gaze that made it difficult to read my emotions, I only quietly contained my image.

I keep looking like that.

Continued.

Until I start thinking that I’m scared.

“…Uh, Elnor?”

So.

First of all, I say hello with an awkward smile.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in a long time. How have you been-“

Before I could finish my words, the end of the sentence blurted out involuntarily as I saw Elnor coming towards me.

There is no hesitation in the action. In a way, to the point where it seems to rush without hesitation to attack the enemy.

Uh.

Oh.

Could this be really, really dangerous?

“…Uh, Elno-“

But before I could say anything, Elnor came close to me.

He hugged me tightly.

My whole body was damp, and Elnor’s sweat soaked into my clothes, but more than that, I smelled fragrant first.

Next.

[Detect the flow of ‘Magi’! ]

Magi is charged.

Actually, even expressing it that way is a bit flawed.

Exactly.

With just this one touch, the seal was fully charged with the gray devil’s demonic energy.

“…”

For a moment, I was at a loss for words and looked at Elnor, who was holding me tight.

Magi is greatly influenced by the vessel’s emotional state.

If you think about what kind of contact I have had with other demonic vessels, the fact that the seal is filled with demonic energy at once even with such a light touch is tantamount to saying that Elnor himself is experiencing a tremendous surge of emotions.

“…Elnor?”

What is this?

The action is so sudden that I can’t follow it.

When I opened her eyes wide and asked a question, El Nore answered in an emotionless voice as always.

“Um.”

“…Are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“…I thought you hadn’t seen him since he was angry.”

“It happened.”

That kind of answer came back.

Then El Nore lifted her head slightly as she held me in her arms.

Still, those eyes are hard to read.

To the point where I felt embarrassed while watching.

In front of me, he was always honest and showed his emotions. But what does this mean now?

It’s like, you absolutely have ‘something you don’t want to show me’. Wanting to hide it.

Like that.

“…But more than that. I missed something more important.”

“You saw it, what the hell-“

“Dawud.”

“Yes?”

“Even if the whole world turns against you, I will remain by your side until the very end.”

“…”

“So, don’t give up.”

That’s a strange word.

Without any context, without any precursors.

Suddenly, incomprehensible words.

But, nonetheless.

The words in that voice were strangely ‘serious’.

Because it is filled with sorrow and heartbreak as if my heart is being torn apart.

“…”

As she lost her words and met El Nore’s gaze, El Nore suddenly sighed and moved away from me.

At the same time, the atmosphere is back to ‘usual’.

As a princess I know who stands expressionless but is actually very emotional.

“…The school festival, maybe tomorrow.”

“…That’s right?”

“Cheer up.”

“…”

“If anything happens, be sure to call me.”

That was the end.

Leaving only such encouragement behind, Elnor left the student council room.

As if that’s all there is to it.

“…”

“…”

Beatrix and I shared a look of bewilderment.

No, I mean.

It ended much more moderately than I thought.

“…What is it?”

“…What is it?”

What the hell is this?

“Oh, and.”

Beatrix, who seemed to have come to her senses, opened her mouth as if she had remembered something.

“…You guys, stop salting in front of me.”

“…”

“I’ve never been in a relationship before. Know?”

“…”

I didn’t know that.

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Unlike an important figure in the empire, which forms a strange atmosphere with the Holy Kingdom, the ‘Sword Saint’ Rad Barfon is widely evaluated as a truly faithful and religious man.

In short, if you are in a situation where you are in an unbearably stressful situation, it is said that it takes quite a bit of time to visit the church and let go of the resentment accumulated in your heart.

And now.

This was an almost indispensable process for him when he visited here to check the escort of an ‘important person whose identity could not be identified’ in El Fante.

You could say it’s a pretty healthy stress-relief activity. Even Lucien, who was asked for ‘consultation’, did not allow the Sword Master to do such activities.

Ever since she came to Elfante with the title of a saint, she has been experiencing all kinds of strange situations, starting with Daud. The time must finally have come to prove the value of the title of saintess…

“Sometimes I want to beat up my direct superior.”

“…”

So, it means that I thought that way until I heard that the other person’s first words were such abusive words.

The other person’s ‘alone body’ on the other side of the confessional was in a gloomy state at first glance.

Since he is a saint, he seems to be able to demonstrate the miraculous power of creating a clone body capable of autonomous actions using only magical powers, but even such a great technique right away could not comfort Lucien’s reason on the verge of extinction.

The emperor is the only direct superior to this person. The moment you step out into a public place, even if your throat is blown away by blasphemy, it must be a sentence that has nothing to say.

“Oops. The words are a bit strange. I want to correct you for wanting to beat me up.”

A slightly relieved smile appeared on Lucien’s face.

Yes. Anyway, isn’t that a bit harsh?

“As expected-“

“I want to put it on my lap and pat it on the cheek until I shed tears.”

“…”

The problem has become more serious than before.

While Lucien’s face turned blue, her swordsman sighed and continued her words.

“Actually, it is true that his position is a bit peculiar. After all, the only thing I could talk about with her was Princess Tristan since I was a child.”

“…I see.”

I don’t know what it is, but now it seems that at least normal words are going to continue.

After Lucien barely answered, the Sword Master muttered again with a gloomy expression.

“Yes. He has never shown it outwardly, but basically he is someone who longs for being loved.”

Lucien had also heard that at first glance.

Cecilia XI, the ruler of her empire, had a rough childhood under the influence of her political enemies.

Since most of her family died early, she would have had very few people to support her.

“So, do you understand why she wants to find a human who can become attached to her? I’m going, but…”

The swordsman sighed again.

“…But, does that mean that the person you chose is a flirt who will be struck by lightning?”

“…”

I can’t argue.

She remembered the idea as Lucien managed to keep her squeaky smile on.

Considering what she and her brother were doing to that human a few days ago, she felt sorry for Daud, but the swordsman had a very precise context.

“Well, but, he has a lot of good things too, right?”

Lucien sweated profusely and tried to listen to her words.

“He is more caring than I thought, and he is a trustworthy man who does it when he does it, and he has quite a few elements that will make him popular with women-“

“I’m sorry, saintess.”

“Yes?”

“How on earth does the saintess know that… ?”

“…”

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“Somehow, you seem to be saying something you personally felt-“

There is such a thing, dude.

I understand it well.

Lucien gritted her teeth and came up with such an idea, but she couldn’t get it out of her mouth, even if it was her.

“Well, then!”

Instead, she tried to turn her words around, channeling her divine power.

“I will show you the proof myself!”

There are many types of abilities that can be exercised with divine power, and among them, there is a ‘regeneration’ type of ability that allows you to see what happened in another place again.

Of course, even if she possesses enough divine power to be called a saint, such a bizarre ability requires enough divine power to exhaust her once she uses it.

As Lucien tried to retrieve her divine powers for her latest ‘Emperor’s Scene with Daoud’, she pounded hard on her calculator.

Perhaps, if the emperor showed the swordsman how much he was enjoying his academy life, this side’s worries would be alleviated a little.

I heard from the president that the emperor’s laughter has increased since he came to the academy! As long as Daoud was sane, he probably wouldn’t have done anything bizarre to the Emperor!

That was the intention.

Well intentioned indeed.

And, inside the ‘scene’ of the miracle created by Lucien, the figure of the emperor now in a different place was reflected.

-Doesn’t you always pretend to be neat, pitiful, and benevolent on the official ship?

– Someone like that. Being treated like this by a bastard like me. What the hell is going on with such a ‘happy-looking’ expression?

-That, you…

So, exactly.

Daoud pouring out all kinds of insults at the emperor, and the emperor twisting his body on the other side, not knowing what to do, were reflected.

“…”

“…”

Silence fell heavily inside the chapel.

Ah.

I made a mistake.

By the time Lucien realized that.

“…This damn bastard.”

A voice filled with murder came from the confessional on the other side.

“…Saint.”

“…Yes?”

When Lucien answered with a hard voice, a voice that still gave off a sense of life came back from the other side.

“When did you say Elfante’s school festival was?”

Uh.

Oh.

Things are getting more and more serious.

Lucien recalled the thought as she broke into a cold sweat.

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Then, the day of the school festival was bright.

“…”

[…]

“…”

[Why don’t you say something?]

“I don’t know.”

[No, but…]

“I don’t know.”

He stubbornly denies it and tries to turn off his nerves.

I didn’t think things would go smoothly.

Has it ever happened since I became Dowd Campbell?

But, no matter what.

[Ad-Euuu-!]

“…”

[Please take a look at my mother-!]

Facing a 5m giant robot claiming to be my biological mother is no easy task for me.

…I didn’t say it wrong.

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