The Villain’S Daughter-In-Law Is Inherently Powerful [EN]: Chapter 87

“Hey, Florin.”

Eventually, we emerged onto the street as the sun set.

Just as we were about to head back to the mansion, Dante spoke cautiously.

“About the account I gave you… I can only give you this much for now, but when I’m older, I’ll give you much better things. Much, much more. I promise.”

“That’s more than enough. Actually, I don’t even know if I deserve it.”

“Of course, you deserve it! I actually wanted to give you more, but that’s all I got from my only investment… When I grow up, study more, and invest again, I’ll be able to earn even more.”

“What? Where did you invest?”

“Just in several things that seemed promising. Dad taught me.”

‘Early education pays off,’ I thought, amazed.

I recalled the amount printed in the bankbook, feeling dizzy, and quickly pushed the thought away.

‘Ew, that’s way too much money.’

I should keep it untouched until I know how to use it wisely.

And if I don’t marry Dante… I’ll return it all, untouched.

“Even if you don’t marry me, it’s Florin’s. You can really use it however you want.”

“Then you’ll be losing too much.”

“I don’t want to think about loss or gain when it comes to someone I like. I like you. So, I’ll give you everything I can.”

Dante’s profile was set with determination.

He had an expression that wouldn’t listen to anything I said. That’s… right. That’s probably what people call conviction.

“I’m a little upset that I can only give you money. I want to give you a house and buy you an island. My mom bought everything for my dad.”

His standards were extraordinary; as expected, he grew up watching Ariadne. [Ariadne likely refers to his mother, who spoils his father.]

I was about to say that things usually don’t go that far, but I stopped myself. He probably wouldn’t listen anyway.

‘I should just gratefully accept it.’

Continuously refusing would be impolite, and I would likely need personal funds for social activities in the future.

‘What if I use this to start a business and multiply it several times over…?’

It’s still too early. I should think about that when I’m fifteen.

‘Anyway, Dante is definitely influenced a lot by his parents, so….’

Rather than thinking a husband *has* to do this or a wife *has* to do that, Dante’s mindset was more like:

‘I must do the same for my spouse as my respected mother did.’

This idea was absolute, forming the foundation of Dante’s beliefs. A will that probably would never change or bend.

That’s why Dante was stubborn, resolute, and a bit headstrong, but at the same time, he was admirable.

“Then… shall we head back now?”

Dante cleared his throat, seemingly embarrassed, and walked a few steps ahead.

I noticed that Dante’s neck was red, and my face also flushed with heat.

‘Somehow, things are getting fluffy [cute and heartwarming].’

Choosing a husband doesn’t seem easy.

I pressed down on my chest and lowered my head.

“Catch him!!!”

“It’s him! Don’t let him get away!”

“He went into the restricted area! Catch him!!!”

But then, it happened.

A rough shout burst forth, nearly tearing my eardrums.

Surprised, I raised my head, and someone seemed to appear next to me, but the next moment, I was already dangling in the air.

“Oops, excuse me for a moment!”

“What, wait, Ack!”

It happened in an instant.

Dante couldn’t stop it, and even those escorting me futilely missed it by a single second. In that gap, I was kidnapped.

It was the biggest incident that happened today.

* * *

“Y-You… You… You wicked kidnapper!”

Hanging like luggage, I had already arrived at what seemed to be the outskirts of the city. I clenched my fists and pounded the bad guy’s back.

“Put me down! I said put me down! I’ll make sure you regret being born!”

“Ughyagyak, you’re quite fierce. Long time no see, eh?”

I was about to transform into a marten and bite off his ear when I paused at a voice I had heard somewhere before.

But still, with my fists clenched tightly, I glared at the kidnapper.

A very common face. I don’t know this person.

‘So common that he seems like he would just blend into the crowd, but such movements… then….’

“Acrobat?”

“That’s right, I am!”

The acrobat, who was also a kidnapper, smiled brightly as if he had done something well.

I wanted to smash my head into that guy’s chin, but it was impossible because he had slung me over his shoulder from the start, probably to prevent that.

“Phew, I barely shook them off.”

“What the heck are you?”

“No, I’m innocent! Pickpockets were stealing money pouches, and when they thought they were about to get caught, they suddenly passed it on to me, who was next to them, you see? So, I was just running away!”

“But why me?”

“The reason I came all the way here was to see the Princess, but coincidentally, she was right in front of me. I thought it would be troublesome if I got caught like this, and since I needed to talk without being watched anyway, I brought you along.”

‘Father, I think I’ve met someone mentally unstable….’

I can’t understand a single thing he’s saying.

It’s a relief that he doesn’t seem to have any murderous intent, but the smiling villains are the scariest.

“The Princess is surrounded by so many layers, you know. It wasn’t easy to break through those gaps.”

“Wait a minute. Why are you calling me Princess?”

Dante and the guards will come looking for me. My stepmother will definitely come when she hears the news. Not to mention Father.

‘The whole family will be dispatched to save me.’

So, I just need to protect myself safely and buy as much time as possible. Without provoking this crazy guy so that he doesn’t suddenly snap.

‘To do that, I’ll have to play along with this absurd act.’

It’s natural for people to feel favorable towards someone who listens to their story. Since he’s already seen my face, it’s either life or death.

‘He doesn’t seem to be planning to kill me right away.’

Then, does he want a ransom?

“Ah! The Princess looks very much like the Queen. So, I thought you were the Princess… Of course, I have to mix it with the King’s blood to see if it matches.”

“King?”

“Yes. Here on the ground, do you call him Emperor? Up there, we call him King.”

The crazy guy stretched out his index finger and pointed at the sky.

I raised my head in that direction, looked at the sky, and frowned.

‘This guy is really crazy.’

Is he a cult follower?

“Phew, do you know how persistent that Emperor is? He wouldn’t stop bothering people, saying that his dead lover wasn’t really dead but was in the Duchy. It took me several days to escape from the Imperial Palace.”

It was then. The man, who was rambling and wiping his eyes, brought his hand under his chin and then tore off his face with a ripping sound.

Unable to take my eyes off the incredibly grotesque sight, I opened my mouth in shock and took a step back, startled by the white hair that appeared next.

‘White hair. Red eyes.’

Albino?!

“Yes. I am also a member of the Gaiyanos people, like the Princess.”

“……Gaiyanos?”

“Surely, you don’t know about Gaiyanos?”

“Ah……. I feel like I remember…….”

Narrowing my brows and muttering ‘Gaiyanos,’ I snatched at a memory that suddenly came to mind.

“Thus, the two gods went to find Gaiyanos, the ancient nature, who was their mother goddess. The Heavenly God respectfully asked, and Gaiyanos said that she already had thinking creatures. Behold them.”

As I muttered lowly, the man, who was an incredibly suspicious acrobat, kidnapper, crazy cult follower, and even an albino, nodded contentedly.

“The mother of the Heavenly God and the Evil God, and the origin of the world. The very first god. Our hair and eye color are received from Gaiyanos. The thinking creatures directly created by Gaiyanos are, in other words, the people of Arkhalik.”

“Wow……”

‘Father, I’m starting to get really scared now.’

I answered without any soul, keeping my distance from the man with eyes full of disbelief and suspicion.

Fanatic! Scary!

“You don’t believe me, do you.”

“Would I?”

“Hmm. Now that I think about it, we haven’t even properly introduced ourselves yet. This is the first time I’m meeting you in my true form. I am Hwairan, the owner of the Fire Island among the seven islands of the Great Arkhalik Duchy.”

The man paid his respects to me.

But although it was polite, it was definitely not the etiquette I knew. Because beyond bowing or nodding, Hwairan prostrated himself on the floor and touched his forehead to my feet.

“I have come to serve the King’s only daughter. The daughter who was lost a long time ago.”

“……The King of the Arkhalik Duchy? I’m a Princess……?”