The Villain’S Daughter-In-Law Is Inherently Powerful [EN]: Chapter 156

After handing over all the food I had left to the hungry child, I pondered deeply.

A name is important.

How you are called can define who you are.

I wanted to give the child, who had endured such a difficult life, the best name possible.

“Saintess, looking at the tail, this child is a girl!”

Just then, Sandy, who had come over, curious about the commotion, called out to me.

“The tail has three lines. Three lines mean it’s a girl; two mean it’s a boy.”

“Ah. Then… I shall name her Retina.”

The meaning of the name Retina is ‘connection’.

It was a name that suited this child well.

And on a hill not far from the encampment.

A middle-aged man, casually perched on a rock, was retracting his outstretched hand.

‘How strange.’

It took some time, but Kiraxus finally obtained the medicine to sever his attachment to the shark [presumably a magical or alchemical concoction].

He could have teleported home, but since he had come this far, he intended to eliminate Florin before she arrived at the Magic Empire.

‘My hand wouldn’t move.’

Reason told him to kill her. But in the end, what made his fingertips hesitate was something in his heart that he couldn’t understand.

“…Kill Florin,” Kiraxus spoke his thoughts aloud.

But the thought was so unpleasant.

‘What trick did she play?’

Frowning, Kiraxus watched Florin give her share of the meal to the young child.

It didn’t make sense.

The Florin he knew was a piece of trash who didn’t even deserve to breathe the air.

It was then.

“!”

Their eyes met.

No, considering the distance, that couldn’t be; their gazes must have just crossed.

But for a moment, Saintess Florin’s hair looked silver. Her eyes, which he had only ever seen as hateful, seemed cherry red.

‘This needs to be investigated.’

If he couldn’t understand the situation, he could just go back and see his precious Lahin.

Thinking he should make a decision after that, Kiraxus moved to the Magic Empire ahead of the Pope’s group.

He needed to find out exactly what was happening while he was away.

* * *

The two empires’ Saintesses are to hold a meeting!

The citizens of the Magic Empire were greatly excited by this event of the century.

They anticipated what the procession of the Pope, the Saintess, and numerous priests would be like, and there were even children practicing jumping, determined to collect as many of the coins they would scatter as possible.

In fact, from the citizens’ point of view, it seemed like a festival was being held; it looked grand and wonderful.

While everyone was talking about this historical event, the parties involved were not having a particularly comfortable day.

“Not that one! Show me that one,” Lahin snapped her fingers at the maids, looking annoyed.

After replacing her maids once before, Lahin had received new ones.

But she wasn’t satisfied with them either, so Lahin had already brought in her fourth set of new maids.

And this morning, when a new maid accidentally pressed down hard on her calf during a massage, Lahin screamed and threw a fit.

Unable to bear her rising irritation, Lahin asked to have the maid changed again, but this time, her request was not granted.

As a result, Lahin was now in a state of wounded pride.

‘Why? Why can’t I? I’m going to be the mistress of this household soon, why? Shouldn’t I be able to do whatever I want?’

Unbelievable. Just unbelievable.

Lahin muttered to herself, grinding her teeth.

‘Ian too. How could he send back all the maids I sent? Doesn’t even respond to my cards [written messages]? Doesn’t even come to see me.’

In fact, there was a reason why Lahin was in such a bad mood.

Every single day, she sent people to Ian for both lunch and dinner, but no one brought back a proper response.

She wanted to see that handsome face of his, but he wouldn’t even show his nose [make an appearance].

It seemed he didn’t usually come to meals anyway.

So yesterday, Lahin even pretended to be sick.

She made groaning noises and stayed in bed, but even then, Ian didn’t come.

‘Ha! When I go to the Imperial Palace, I’ll just hang out with the Crown Prince. I don’t need you anyway?’

Lahin huffed and puffed, changing into over a hundred dresses, putting on shoes, and redoing her hair.

Then, she calmed herself by looking at her beautiful self in the mirror.

“How is it? Dante. Am I pretty?”

It wasn’t just the maids who had their time sacrificed to Lahin.

Dante, too, had been unable to do anything since lunchtime, being tormented by Lahin.

“Yes, you’re pretty.”

“What’s pretty about it?”

“Um… well…”

In fact, Dante didn’t know where to look right now.

Lahin had only put up a partition and was constantly changing clothes behind it.

The sunlight pouring in through the window made her body’s silhouette completely visible, which was simply agonizing for Dante.

Moreover, the clothes Lahin had newly bought were… even Dante, who didn’t know much about dresses, thought they were outrageous.

It was one thing to emphasize her cleavage so much, but her legs… was it really necessary to show them off that much?

Dante was tempted to just transform into an animal, close his eyes, and shut his ears.

“Huh? How am I pretty?”

But Lahin didn’t care about Dante’s fatigue.

In this situation, Dante was the only one she could control. There was no way she would let him go.

Lahin cunningly narrowed her eyes and approached, thrusting her chest right in front of Dante’s nose.

“Take it off. It doesn’t suit you.”

But it was then.

A strange voice pierced Lahin’s ears.

Lahin was usually sensitive to words that denied her, so she immediately glared and turned her head.

She was going to see exactly which bastard was saying such insolent things.

But Lahin couldn’t utter a single word from the many she had intended to fire off.

‘I, insane. How can he be so handsome?’

Lahin had an ideal type.

First of all, he had to be a cool beauty with a cold gaze. He had to be a bit of a jerk, aloof, and proud.

But he had to be so handsome that even if you lined up all the handsome men, he would be the best, so that just looking at his face would melt away her anger.

In that sense, Dante was disqualified.

He was handsome, but too kind.

He was overly considerate, so she wasn’t really moved.

‘He’s as good as Kiraxus in his younger days?’

Lahin, who had instantly switched to seduction mode, smiled shyly and opened her mouth.

“Why~? It doesn’t suit me?”

“Yeah. It makes you look cheap, Lahin.”

The word ‘cheap’ almost shattered her smiling face, but Lahin endured it.

He was a handsome man who was worth it.

“Then will you pick out something that suits me?”

“Well… it would be best to cover up as much as possible. You have a lot of flaws, after all.”

Ah, but even if he’s handsome, isn’t he being too harsh?

Lahin sulked and glared.

But the humor was that she didn’t dislike those cold words.

‘Since he has red hair, he must be Ian. I should generously forgive him for ignoring all my calls so far.’

Seeing that kind of reaction, it was clear that Florin hadn’t seduced Ian.

Lahin smiled brightly at the handsome man leaning against the doorway.

“I’ll put something on first, so look at it with Dante!”

But the situation never went the way Lahin wanted.

* * *

“How about this?”

“It doesn’t match your skin tone. You look better in cooler tones.”

“Um… then this?”

“That one has too many frills. It’s too childish.”

“T, this one?”

“It looks like it’s made of cheap material for you to wear.”

Lahin and Ian’s tug-of-war was intense.

Lahin was getting worked up, wanting to hear the word ‘pretty’ from Ian’s mouth no matter what, and Ian shook his head with an expression that showed he wasn’t impressed by anything.

Dante and the maids were the ones whose backs were breaking in the fight between the two whales [powerful individuals].

“Ugh, I don’t know! I’m not doing it! I’m not wearing it!”

In the end, it was the impatient Lahin who lost the fight.

Tossing off the tiara she was wearing, Lahin glared at Ian with teary eyes.

“Ian, I hate you!”

It was a last-ditch effort, but it didn’t work on Ian at all.

Ian curled up the corners of his lips into a smile with cold eyes.

“Then let’s go eat parfait.”

“…Parfait?”

“Yeah. Do you remember when we went on a trip to that glamorous seaside city? It was the first thing we ate then. The parfait I made for you, I mean. Do you remember?”

For a moment, Lahin was flustered.

That was Florin’s experience, not her own.

And Ian didn’t miss that fleeting hesitation.

“Yeah, that’s right. It was delicious. I want to eat it again!”

“Okay, shall we go then?”

I guess that was the right answer.

Lahin brushed her chest [sighed in relief] as she saw Ian’s smile deepen.

‘It was a bit annoying, but well, if I can go out to eat parfait with such a handsome man.’

Lahin smiled brightly as if she had never been angry.

“Ah, but I can’t.”

But the next moment, Ian stopped walking.

“I have a meeting with His Highness the Crown Prince today.”