The Tragedy of The Villainess

houghts about Kalis were on Seria’s mind.
She stood up from her seat, wondering when she should go see him.

 

She headed for Lesche’s office.

 

Knock.
Knock.

 

She knocked lightly, waited a moment, and then opened the door to his office.
At that moment, she saw an aide with a pale face.

 

***

 

Before Seria arrived.

 

Linon was not in Lesche’s office.
Since the chief aide was currently absent, it was another aide who came to report to Lesche.

 

“Your Highness, this is a report from Haneton’s estate.”

 

Lesche flipped through the documents the aide brought.
Soon a cold smile was painted on his face.

 

It was a smile which came with anger.

 

The aide was quick to notice.

 

The report that had just come up from Haneton stated that a high-level healing priest had been seen for days praying in the temple near Haneton Castle and entering the castle.

 

It was Lesche’s order to send people to the Haneton territory.

 

As Seria predicted, Lesche found that Kalis had come to the purification ceremony uninvited.

 

But he didn’t know it from the knights’ report.
Everywhere Seria’s eyes could reach, Lesche’s eyes were sure to graze there too, so he saw it firsthand.

 

He wondered for a moment why Kalis had crawled in.
However, Kalis quickly turned around and went back to the carriage.
The knights of Berg, who followed Lesche’s glance, made an unexpected report.

 

“The carriage has made a sharp turn into Haneton territory.
Your Highness.”

 

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It was strange.
Lesche sent a man to Haneton, and the result was this report.

 

He didn’t like it because his intuition was right.
Rather, the moment Lesche read the report, his mood began to hit rock bottom, which happened so frequently these days that he could count on his fingers.

 

“I wish I had thrown him gloves before he came to his senses.”

 

“Huh?” 

 

Kalis Haneton craved only Seria, as if a screw had been loosened in his head.
The way he (Kalis) couldn’t even let go of the Saint, yet he wanted to take Seria in his hands too, was the very model of a psychopath.

 

However, Lesche was worried that after Kalis came to his senses, he would go straight to Seria.

 

Lesche uttered a low curse.
He was irritated.

 

‘Should I tell Seria about this guy?’

 

Should he tell the woman he loves the news that her crazy love interest seems to have come to his senses? He felt like a bug had stuck to his tongue.
Frankly, he desired to let Seria be mad at Kalis forever.

 

 

“Take it and burn it.”

 

The aide, who had been reading Lesche’s expression, quickly bowed his head.

 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

 

It happened the moment the aide was about to receive the documents.

 

Knock.
Knock.

 

“Lesche? Are you busy?”

 

Seria came to see him like an oracle.
Lesche reflexively crumpled the papers.
The aide’s face turned pale.

 

***

 

“What’s with this atmosphere?”

 

Seria looked around and asked.

 

“Should I come back later?”

 

“No, Seria.
Come in.”

 

Lesche gestured to the aide.

 

“Get out.”

 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

 

The aide left the office very quickly.
He did not forget to bow to Seria outside the door and seemed to be somewhat happy…

 

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‘Was he being scolded?’

 

Seria went inside, thinking it was strange.
She sat down in the chair that the servant had brought out and flipped through the papers she had brought with her.

 

“Here is the internal affairs journal I told you about in the morning.”

 

It was an internal affairs work memo journal that she even numbered and compiled in earnest to find an excuse to talk to Lesche about Kalis.
But she was already nervous.
She drank the water on the desk and sighed inwardly.

 

‘I’ll just tell him.’

 

“Lesche.”

 

“Seria.”

 

They called each other at the same time.
She was a little surprised.
She was so preoccupied with the thought, “When should I bring up Kalis?” that she didn’t notice that there was a crumpled piece of trash in Lesche’s hand.

 

No, what was in the document? What in the world was the news that he made those papers so crumpled? Lesche sighed low.

 

“Seria, I have something to tell you.”

 

“What is it?”

 

Lesche did not continue after that.
It was unlike him.

 

“…Lesche?”

 

Seria looked at Lesche with a curious expression.
Eventually, she started to get worried.
Was there some not-so-good news? As Seria’s face began to lace with worry, Lesche, who swept his hair roughly, spoke with a look of disgust.

 

 “It seems that Haneton’s brain is finally working properly.”

 

***

 

Meanwhile, inside the castle of Haneton.

 

“Arghhhhh…!”

 

Kalis, who had been out of his mind for a long time, groaned and bled again.

 

“Marquis! Are you alright? Priest!”

 

“Oh, yes! Marquis…!”

 

During the carriage ride, Kalis came to his senses from time to time again and again.
At that time, he instructed his aide.

 

The first thing was to call a priest.
As Kalis instructed, a healing priest brought from the Great Temple urgently used their sacred power.

 

“Please hold on to this!”

 

The priest hurriedly took off Kalis’s clothes.
Kalis’s naked body was a mess.