It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains chapter 341

Blasphemy

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The Emperor, Cecilia XI, twitched her pipe with an impatient look.

She is said to be the most modest among all the emperors, but it is not often that she will be directly involved in such hardship.

“That man seems to have a bit of skill in handling people. Am I wrong, Rad?”

Near the Void Zone, the main entrance of the bunker where Beophwang is expected to be located was clearly filled with handpicked combatants within the Holy Kingdom.

It was just a moment ago that they ran here as soon as their location was determined and asked for attention. This would make it much easier for Dawud to infiltrate.

“Your Majesty. With respect, please shut your mouth!”

“…”

Although she was suddenly angry, Cecilia XI only smoked her cigarette with a sullen look.

Of course, because the Sword Saint was killing all the combatants within the Holy Kingdom on his own.

Can’t she beg him to stay out of this place?

“I’ll get sick if I have to fight these guys up to Your Majesty. Why do you insist on doing this…!”

“Hmm.”

Cecilia’s eyes narrowed at Sword Saint’s words.

For the most part, she always had a gentle look, but there was a fairly hostile look in her eyes.

“Do you know how the former emperor died, Rad?”

“The face of Emperor Geomseong momentarily stiffened.

“…It may not be a topic worth discussing at the moment, Your Majesty.”

“No, it’s because it’s now.”

However, despite those words, the Emperor calmly continued speaking without any signs of unease.

“The ‘Dragon’s Lineage’ that runs through the imperial family is quite famous for being a curse. Isn’t that right? Even the official sign of the former emperor represented it.”

“…”

“It’s not an unreasonable story. The Dragon’s Lineage is not easily controlled by human power. However…”

A bitter smile crept upon the Emperor’s lips.

“There were some strange events around the same time.”

“What do you mean by strange events…?”

“It’s not widely known that the former emperor, especially in his later years, transformed into a religious figure. No one would have known except for someone like me, his daughter.”

“…”

“Besides, his previous illness suddenly worsened during that time, and my own condition deteriorated as well.”

Princess Cecilia, 11 years old, let out a deep sigh.

“But imagine if during such circumstances, a piece of a demon or something within me had also caused seizures. What would have happened if that man hadn’t strongly suppressed the demon inside me?”

“…”

“I would have died. If that man hadn’t subdued whatever demon or entity was inside me so forcefully.”

And the imperial bloodline, which had lost its dominance, would have plunged the empire into dreadful chaos.

Given the timing, the Elder Council was likely waiting for an opportunity to incite civil war.

If that man named Dowd hadn’t intervened, the continent would have already been immersed in unimaginable chaos.

“In that way, this trickery created on a continent-wide scale by that pseudonymous Law Emperor would have worked quite well. I expect that their trickery extends even to the Red Night incident.”

The incident where the entire Guardian, the empire’s top force, was annihilated.

Even that by itself would have greatly weakened the military power of the empire.

“…”

In response to the Emperor’s continuing words, Geomseong unknowingly swallowed a dry spit.

“…Are you implying that someone in the Holy Empire orchestrated this?”

“It’s a suspicion that arises given the current situation. In the first place, I’ve never had such suspicions until now.”

If one suddenly comes up with such suspicions while having nothing, it could easily be seen as an overactive imagination.

What should be considered important is…”

“In the empire, among the special situations that have happened in the empire, there are a significant number where traces of success are present.

“You could say it’s revenge for that. Even if I have to go through all this trouble, I’m doing it myself.”

“…?”

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Upon hearing those words, Geomseong’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

“Something on your mind?”

“I’ve seen His Majesty many times. It’s not something new.”

“…But?”

“Is that the only reason?”

The emperor smiled wryly and shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, you have to show that you’re good at something, don’t you? It’s so competitive.”

“…”

“If I have a son, I’ll name him even Lad. Do you like it?”

“You should go die, Your Majesty.”

With these words, Geomseong rushed forward again, mowing down the imperial soldiers who came running towards him.

Upon seeing him that way, Princess Cesilia XI laughed coldly.

“Okay, then-“

In fact, she was quite pleased despite appearances.

Although it might seem awkward given the presence of her nemesis the Law Emperor, there was a clear motive.

“I wonder how he will be shattered.”

She would enjoy watching someone who thought too highly of themselves being taken out by the real deal from her special seat.

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I scratch the ball in embarrassment.

“…Just wanted to lighten the mood.”

So.

It was okay to push away the chimera with a spray that eliminates bugs that can kill three horses, but the problem arose when the guy who joined later wasn’t feeling great.

“…”

Uriah and Lucien the Holy, who still had sticky bodily fluids attached to them, looked at me as if they were going to eat me alive.

“I have to accept compensation.”

“…What kind of compensation?”

“That’s something to think about later.”

“…”

No.

Hey.

Do we have to scrutinize every little thing even in the current situation?

“You know. We’re facing a battle against the strongest priest and-“

“You won’t give it to me?”

“…”

But Yunia and the Saintess don’t seem ordinary when they say they won’t give it.

Today, the severed blade that Yuria is holding seems to shine palely. It feels as if the ship I saw there before is trembling…

“I’ll decide after seeing what you do, then.”

Answering awkwardly, I avert my gaze.

“We made a promise, right?”

“I made a promise?”

“Please, focus.”

I let out a sigh and reprimand them for their spirited voices.

Just then, armed personnel from inside the bunker poured out sensing our presence.

Thanks to His Majesty the Emperor and Sword Saint who worked hard at the main gate, the number wasn’t astonishing, but it was still enough-

“Die—!!!”

“Get lost—!!!”

“…”

With screams that weren’t worth mentioning compared to what humans engaged in religion would discuss, all the enemies were wiped out with one blow.

“…”

The other side must have prepared various things too, but at least pretend to put up a fight by showing some dedication.

[These girls don’t even bat an eye when killing people, unlike their usual selves…]

“That’s true.”

These guys were probably the forefront in sacrificing innocent people or anyone else in their bio-experiments.

What Yuria and Lucien see in their eyes is not only that, but also the addition of ‘personal grudge’.

Even before knowing how their childhood was, I’ve heard it multiple times, and those gruesome experiences are like watching a video.

I don’t want to bother caring about those bastards until they’re dead.

And.

The guy behind the door I approached so eagerly is the cause of all that misfortune.

“Come here!”

It seems like I’m getting used to this.

Thinking that way, I kicked the door and entered. Inside, Mahāprajāpatī, quietly sitting, closed her eyes and rested her chin in her hands.

Even though the enemy had come right to our doorstep, her unwavering attitude deserves respect.

“Yes, you finally came.”

The following words also carried a strong sense of that attitude.

“Shall we have a chat for a moment? We have many accumulated stories to share-“

“Take this!”

The punch I threw met Mahāprajāpatī’s neck, just as she was about to say that. Her neck twisted like a comic, and it was clear to see the bones, muscles, blood vessels, and more, all contorted inside.

“…”

“…”

Lucien and Uriah looked at me with perplexed eyes.

[…Didn’t I ask you to treat the opponent with some respect after seeing their sincerity?]

“He’s a bit different, you see.”

This one, he’s not someone who would die so easily.

“That was just a greeting.”

I spoke calmly and took a step back.

“I know you’re not dead. Get up.”

Lucien and Uriah’s faces turned from confusion to disbelief, but soon their expressions turned into astonishment.

Mahāprajāpatī.

In that eerie appearance, gasping for breath, she was lying there.

Next, with both hands gripping the limp neck, I coiled it back into place. Lucien’s complexion paled at the grotesque sight.

And with just that, as if her body had regained its normal function, she shot me a scornful glance.

“…How uncivilized you are. Don’t you have even the slightest bit of manners?”

“No, I don’t know that kind of thing. So…”

As I checked my plan in my mind, I said those words.

Perhaps this guy also has a hidden trick up his sleeve, just like I do.

This is a fight about who can deliver a more powerful blow.

In other words,

There’s no reason to fight for long. The one who strikes first wins anyway.

“Let’s communicate with our bodies. Oh, I don’t mean it in a strange way.”

Alright.

Let’s quickly kill this guy and put an end to it.