The Villain’S Daughter-In-Law Is Inherently Powerful [EN]: Chapter 134

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‘He waited a long time?’

Shortly after, the maids had me perfectly dressed once more.

The pure white dress was comparable to a work of art. With matching accessories and shoes, my fully adorned appearance didn’t seem strange at all.

Even if my attire was different from before, people would probably assume I had prepared two outfits from the start.

Besides, since I wore red when entering and then changed into white, it wouldn’t be particularly meaningful even if it resembled a wedding dress.

‘I’m glad I always carry my magic wand……’

I let out a sigh of relief, gently holding the hem of my skirt. It was time to go to where Yuri was.

‘More than that, what Ian said. Can I interpret it the way I want to hear it?’

On the surface, it could just mean he waited a long time because the date order was last.

But since it’s Ian who said it, there must be a hidden meaning.

‘Maybe…… it means he’s been waiting only for me since he was young.’

Toc, toc. The diamond heels of my satin shoes touched the marble floor, creating a clear sound.

As I walked into the hallway, I saw Ian leaning casually against the wall, waiting for me.

When he’s in his weasel form, I can do somersaults on his shoulders, but dressed like this, I felt a bit shy, so I averted my gaze.

Of course…… Ian wouldn’t leave me alone.

“You didn’t look at me earlier either. I’m disappointed.”

“Oh, it’s because I’m awkward. Awkward! Ahahaha.”

It was a laugh of someone writhing in awkwardness that anyone could hear.

Ian made a ‘hmm’ sound, then put his hands in his pants pockets and leaned his upper body slightly towards me.

“You’re blushing. Pretty.”

“!!!”

The moment his breath touched my ear, my heart pounded as if it would explode.

The reaction happening in my body was bewildering even to myself.

‘Why can’t I look him in the eye……?’

It wasn’t a reaction that came after thinking it through. It was literally helplessness.

Before seeing his face, I wanted to resent him for not coming to see me, but now that feeling had disappeared. It was a strange thing.

“Happy to see you’ve become an adult. I’m very late.”

“Uh-uh, no…… it’s okay.”

“I missed you a lot, Florin.”

It was a simple yet sincere word.

With that weighty, soft word, my heart melted to an absurd degree.

‘Ah, but…… I don’t know what to say. I seemed to talk so well with Dante.’

Thump. Thump.

It must be because my heart keeps sinking as if it has a weight attached to it. It’s hard to open my mouth.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at Ian and kept glancing at the shadows on the hallway floor. I flinched and turned around when he suddenly stopped.

“Why, why?”

“It’s good that you’re walking so vigorously as if you’re about to break through the wall, but the Crown Prince and the Pope are here.”

“Ah……!”

Only then did I come to my senses and realize that we weren’t the only ones in this hallway.

Guards were standing in front of the huge door, and servants were waiting at the end of the hallway.

‘If I had paid a little more attention, I would have noticed that the pattern and color of the carpet had changed, indicating that I had arrived at Yuri’s location!’

I was completely out of it.

I started fanning myself, but stopped, thinking it was too noisy. Then I felt the heat rushing in, and my face grew redder.

“Baby.”

The moment the guard opened the door, Ian called me in a low voice.

I naturally looked at Ian and thought his eyes were so pretty.

“Would you like to go on a trip next week?”

……Ah.

Ian keeps bringing me to the middle of summer.

It felt like that brilliant season was pouring into me, so I closed my eyes instead. I don’t even know how to endure it yet, but I felt like I would become addicted.

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‘I think I’ve fallen for Ian.’

The one thought filling my head grew in volume, so I couldn’t concentrate on the conversation even while sitting down.

Perhaps the Pope persistently asked me to invite me to the Holy Empire, and Yuri seemed to tell him not to talk nonsense.

What was clear was that not only the Pope personally but also the entire Papal State didn’t particularly like Raheen.

By awakening Raheen, the fanatics had extinguished the fire they had started, but the problem was that Raheen was not very useful afterward.

She doesn’t listen to and convey God’s words, doesn’t work hard in service, and doesn’t even have great political significance.

In conclusion, Raheen was a ‘troublemaker’ itself.

A minor problem was that the Papal State couldn’t give up on taking me away because of that. There must be a replacement to justify expelling the existing saintess.

“If you are so worried that I might not be sent back, why don’t you come with the King of Arcalik?”

Since I had no intention of going to the Holy Empire anyway, I was listening absentmindedly, but at that moment, I glared.

What kind of brazen words are those?

“Just come and tell us that Raheen is a fake saintess. She really is.”

“……Huh.”

“While you’re at it, tour the Holy Empire, and if you come with the Arcaliks…… well, the harmony of the three countries will be achieved. How about it? It seems like a suitable price for hitting me in the back of the head.”

Words must be like words to deal with the other person.

I should have just hit him a few more times as Ian said and made him lose his memory altogether.

‘How dare you tell my dad to come and go?’

I wanted to ignore it because it wasn’t worth answering, but I still had to respond.

I straightened my posture and raised my chin.

“If the Pope shows his real face, which he only shows when he goes into his coffin, I will gladly speak to my father, the great King of Arcalik.”

But at that moment. In a fleeting moment shorter than blinking an eye, the Pope’s expression crumbled. He seemed very upset, as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have.

He quickly returned to his nonchalant expression, but I saw it clearly.

‘Which part did it break down on?’

I quickly racked my brain.

The words to show his real face? Or the words ‘great’ King of Arcalik?

I’ll have to test either way.

I deliberately maintained a sarcastic tone and threw it out.

“Why? You’ve been bothering me for so long, saying you need me, but can’t you show me your real face once?”

“Ah, that’s the thing. I really want to show you…… but the laws of the Papal State were made directly by God. How can I break that?”

The Pope immediately retorted.

I had a silly thought of asking the real deity inside, but I buried it and threw the next bait.

“Then you understand. My father is a great king before he is a father.”

Twitch. The Pope’s mouth moved very slightly.

‘It’s this side that’s bothering him.’

The Pope was skilled at maintaining a poker face, as he lived without showing his real face. He seemed to be naturally sly and good at acting.

So this reaction now meant that it was something he couldn’t stand, ‘more than dying,’ and it popped out even after pressing it down.

‘Could it be that he’s been so persistent all this time…… not for me, but to lure my dad out using me as bait?’

But why?

What on earth is the reason for the Pope to do that?

It was only natural to call my dad ‘great king’ when calling him. The Arcalik people sincerely thought my dad was great and called him that with love and respect.

But why does the Pope, who is a person from the Holy Empire, hate that so much?

“But to tell me to come and go according to your circumstances……. As a princess of Arcalik, I am very displeased. You must apologize for your statement just now. To my father, not to me.”

It wasn’t necessary to go this far, but I wanted to find out the Pope’s identity.

I hope he reveals his true colors a little more.

‘The Pope never shows his real face until he dies…… and only reveals his face after death.’

I haven’t particularly suspected it until now, but that, you know.

Isn’t that a perfect setting for swapping bodies? There’s no way to confirm the authenticity of any face. Since he’s dead, divine power won’t come out either.

I crossed my legs and took a bad posture, resting my elbow on my thigh.

I wanted to see how they would react if I acted so arrogant.

“If he were in front of me, I would apologize as much as possible. What’s so difficult about that? But asking for forgiveness from someone who is not visible…… is only something we do to God.”

His tongue rolls so well [He is very eloquent].

I was now genuinely curious about the Pope’s real face under that mask.

What kind of hatred would it contain and be distorted with?

‘Hwairan called changing faces an inpi-myeon-gu [a fake face made of leather]. It wasn’t magic, but a fake face made of something like leather.’

A flexible attitude that seemed to be hundreds of years old, not just a common thirty or forty-year-old.

A slippery eloquence.

A changing face.

An unknown hatred for Dad.

I was able to deduce one fact from all those clues.