The Villain’S Daughter-In-Law Is Inherently Powerful [EN]: Chapter 154

Honestly, Dante had thought Raheen’s strange behavior was due to stress.

He was a knight and in charge of managing soldiers.

Most knights were indifferent to death, but soldiers were not.

Dante often saw soldiers lose their minds from the stress of killing during missions, turning to alcohol or tobacco.

So, he understood Raheen’s extravagant spending in a similar vein.

The issue of choosing a family head must have been a great burden for Raheen.

It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t choose him right away. He was the one lacking.

Raheen was probably very worried.

Whether to choose him, Ian, or… the Crown Prince.

So, he should be as understanding and considerate as possible.

And really, what was the big deal if Raheen did a little shopping? She had been too frugal until now.

Most importantly, the money Raheen spent on shopping this time wasn’t even the family’s money. It was from the account he had given her long ago.

Over the years, a decent amount had accumulated there.

He had wondered when she would use it, and he couldn’t be happier that she spent it all this time.

Thus, Dante justified all of Raheen’s actions.

‘Um… still, isn’t this a bit much to do to Belladi?’

Did the two have something to fight about?

Quickly caught between the two women, Dante was starting to feel like he was sitting on thorns.

And Belladi liked him?

He had never thought of Belladi romantically.

“Raheen, Belladi is just a good friend.”

That’s why Dante spoke gently, trying to dissuade her.

But he never, ever thought that Belladi would burst into tears as if collapsing at that one word.

“Ah, she’s crying! You look so ugly when you cry!”

Belladi trembled and bit her lip. Then Raheen pointed and giggled.

Dante was greatly embarrassed, looking back and forth between Belladi and Raheen, his mind paralyzed, unsure of what to do.

“…I’m disappointed.”

After trembling for a long time, Belladi uttered those words and turned away.

The short sentence, uttered after holding back for so long, was so heartbreaking that Dante tried to get up and chase after Belladi.

To apologize, instead.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving me behind?”

But then, Raheen grabbed his wrist.

Dante flinched for a moment at the sparkling eyes that seemed to find it all amusing.

‘Did Raheen always have eyes like that?’

Did she look at people in trouble like this?

His head throbbed. An unpleasant sensation crawled up his spine.

‘I don’t think so. I don’t think I know a woman with eyes like that….’

Even as he thought that, Dante couldn’t move.

It was because the hope that Raheen might choose him stubbornly held him back.

‘Ah, too easy. Too easy, it’s boring.’

And Raheen was holding such Dante in the palm of her hand, seeing right through him.

While outwardly smiling, Raheen, already bored, looked around.

‘It’s nothing compared to Kiraxus. Kiraxus is the coolest after all.’

But where did he go?

She asked about Kiraxus’s whereabouts here and there, but no one gave her a proper answer.

Everyone seemed to think she knew where Kiraxus was, but Raheen didn’t.

Florin, that little girl might know.

But Florin wasn’t the type to keep a record of her daily life.

No matter how much she searched, she couldn’t find a single diary, which was frustrating.

‘Well, whatever. He’ll be back anyway. Until then, I can play with the boys.’

On the way back to the magnificent mansion.

Dante exuded a heavy atmosphere without saying a word, but Raheen crossed her legs and examined her nails.

‘I can be with Kiraxus for the rest of my life, but Kiraxus won’t know it’s me. Besides, Kiraxus will kill the annoying Florin with his own hands.’

Ah, perfect plan!

Raheen laughed inwardly and hummed a tune.

Now, when I get home, I should take a fragrant bath and get a massage. Then I should contact Ian.

‘Will he be embarrassed if I call him wearing only a shirt? Or will he even kiss me?’

She was eager to know how far Florin had progressed before.

It never occurred to Raheen that Ian would refuse her request to meet.

* * *

However, a few hours later.

“Discard it.”

Ian casually kicked the card that had been slipped into his bedroom door.

At the chilling command, Ian’s closest aide, code-named ‘Jester,’ immediately picked up the card and threw it into the fireplace.

Orders are carried out without question.

Only then did the man ask Ian a question.

He was the only one among the jesters who was allowed to speak without the master’s permission.

“It seems that Lady Raheen has been getting very close to other candidates lately.”

“Ah.”

“I am asking if we should not interfere.”

The Joker, an assassination group from Driblane, now belonged to Ian personally.

Whether it was the Jester, the jesters under him, or Barney, all followed Ian’s orders. They wanted Ian to become the head of this great family.

Anything that got in the way would be ‘taken care of’ in their own way.

Even now, if the master only gave the order, they would surely bring death to Dante Driblane, no matter how many died.

Or even a permanent scar.

But Ian didn’t want that.

To him, Dante was a rival but also a cherished younger brother.

And it was none other than Florin who made their relationship that way…….

“……?”

Just now, whose name did I think of?

Ian frowned and replied coldly.

“I’m not such an idiot that I can’t recognize the woman I love.”

But if so, where is ‘she’ whom he loves now?

What is that name he blurted out just now, not Raheen?

“There is something to find out.”

“Give the order.”

Ian ran a hand over his face, staring at the card burning in the fireplace.

He didn’t know where this anxiety came from.

The feeling of missing something. The frustration of losing something most precious but not even knowing what it was made him constantly sensitive.

“Find out about the saintess coming from the Magic Empire and report back.”

“Understood.”

Florin is definitely the name of the saintess of the Magic Empire.

He remembered seeing the record when he investigated the temple.

She was said to be violent, have a bad personality, and be inherently evil. She didn’t know how to keep etiquette, had no patience, and acted arbitrarily.

‘Isn’t that… what Raheen has been doing since recently?’

The one he loved was not like that.

Ian remembered the lips that calmly drew an arc upwards.

He also remembered the shy gaze and the sweet anticipation at the end of it.

How could he not love those eyes, so clear and pure without a single flaw?

The urge to hold her in his arms, torment her as he pleased, and make her cry was always there. But when he saw the eyes that trusted him completely, he just wanted to cherish her, whispering that she was lovely.

And that was definitely an element that the current Raheen did not have.

‘To be exact, it changed from the day of the selection.’

Because of his job, Ian was flexible. You die if you don’t think flexibly.

You needed creativity to survive in any situation.

The virtue of a knight is trust, but the virtue of an assassin is suspicion.

Because he had the opposite attributes of Dante, Ian intuitively judged that Raheen was not the Raheen he knew.

Above all, there was no way she would call him so carelessly at this hour.

The Raheen he loved was not such an undiscerning child.

‘If that’s a fake, where is the real one?’

That’s the problem.

The whereabouts of the real one.

‘Did her soul change? How can I restore it to its original state?’

Ian was already convinced that the current Raheen was a fake.

However, since there was no evidence, he pondered.

How can he get confirmation?

‘I guess it would be good to ask about what happened that day, when we went on a trip.’

Since he didn’t want to be alone with the fake, he would wait for the right time later.

The veins on the back of his hand, which was holding the table, stood out.

* * *

Meanwhile, at the Imperial Palace.

In the dim Crown Prince’s office, Yuri was wearing a bitter smile.

‘Something insignificant is imitating Florin.’

In front of Yuri was an open .

The power granted by the Celestial Being to track the saintess’s soul.

There, the saintess of the Holy Empire, Florin, was clearly stated to be the ‘Saintess of the Celestial Being.’

In other words, the one lurking in the Driblane mansion now would be the ‘Saintess of the Evil God.’

‘But what I loved was the Saintess of the Celestial Being.’

He twisted his lips and turned his gaze to the last record in the .