My Villain Fiancée is Interfering With My Flowery Path - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

“Well…”

Thisbe rolled the pen several times in her hand and wrote down a reply.

[Is there a rumor that Estelle hates me?]

I got a reply right away. Or rather, an apology came right away.

[Apologies, Thisbe. My question seems to have caused a misunderstanding. There is no such rumor as you mentioned. I just asked because of what you’ve been through.]

Aha.

Thisbe finally understood Sor’s question. Since she had suffered so much external criticism, Sor seemed to be worried.

‘But on the surface Estelle and I are bound to be at odds.’

A relationship in which each other is a counterpart of the other.

They were not only bound under the same name of the saintess, but they were also bound to the same family.

‘But Estelle is really nice.’

She was inevitably a good person, not just because she was a good heroine, but also because Estelle’s good heart was the biggest key to saving the world later.

She is rather naïve, and she is not familiar with the world, but she is good and just.

That was Estelle’s description from the book.

If I were to say only good things, wouldn’t she be as good as Sor?

‘There’s nothing special about the Sor’s feeling based from my mana, so I guess he was just really worried that’s why he asked.’

So Thisbe thought it over and wrote:

[Thank you for your concern. But Miss Estelle is a good person.]

It was her response not only because she read Sor’s feelings through her mana, but also because she trusts him.

If Sor had felt wary of Estelle, she would have given a different answer, but her mana told her that Sor wasn’t.

However, there was something that Thisbe had not yet known.

Most of the time, the emotions of a person who lives in a mask in most situations, do not lean as much to the bad side as most people usually do.

Maintaining a mask, that is, a poker face, is not limited to maintaining a constant state.

Since the state has no choice but to reflect the psychological state, the emotional ups and downs must be reduced below a certain level in order to maintain the state.

Therefore, their mental state is generally like a deep lake, and even if a stone is thrown, it only fluctuates for a moment, but it does not fluctuate much.

In addition, it is somewhat difficult to read what the other person thinks just by emotions.

If the other person wearing a gentle smile but has other thoughts, simply because he or she can read emotions, it is not possible to know what the other person truly thinks.

So in the parlor of the Duke of Salvador.

“She’s a good person.”

Sor’s gaze at the newsletter was cold.

Of course, his gaze wasn’t meant for Thisbe. He seemed to be thinking of something, and dipped his pen point in the ink bottle and pulled it out.

The sharp handwriting was written without a hitch.

[Thisbe, I follow every word you say. But remember that all betrayal is smiling low.]

The answer came back a beat later. It was a gentle Thisbe-like reply, saying that she understood Sor’s words.

[I fully understand what you’re worried about. But you don’t have to worry too much. Trust me.]

She was so kind that she had no doubts not only about Sor, but also about Estelle.

Of course, Sor had no intention of blaming her for her kindness.

Rather, he loved Thisbe’s tenderness.

However, it only hurts a little for someone who knows the fact that she doesn’t know.

‘My saint is too soft-hearted.’

There’s nothing I can do.

Sor took up his pen and wrote down his answer.

[Of course, Thisbe.]

I’ll clean up all the obstructions on your way, so don’t worry.

The ink left a dot at the end of the sentence. After that, simple greetings came and went, and the handwriting ended.

The handwriting that came and went is like a scribble written on a white sand.

Things that will disappear in a few hours.

Sor looked down at the handwriting he had shared with Thisbe, and opened his mouth.

“Lars.”

“Yes, master.”

At a brief call, Lars, who was arranging the papers in one side of the office, looked up and answered.

Sor’s inorganic gaze turned to Lars, and then landed onto the road table.

“It seems that the target has increased.”

At that, Lars made a look as if doubting his ears.

There were several implications for the ‘command’ they shared, one of which was for the target.

When the number of targets increased, there were two ways to convey them.

One is that a target has been added.

It was used when existing targets and added targets needed to be treated in different ways.

On the other hand, its other meaning is this.

“Are you going to deal with the targets at the same time?”

“I have a very good opportunity in the near future. Do I have to go far away?”

A banquet will be held at the Imperial Palace the day after tomorrow.

Since he didn’t know what the Sor was talking about, Lars asked more questions about the place and brought up a more realistic point instead of receiving the pathetic gaze of his master.

“If two people die in the Imperial Palace, it won’t be easy not to be discovered.”

If the goal was to completely kill and conceal the target, it might have been a different story because Sor’s goal was to make everyone aware of the target’s death…

One person is possible. But, two of them? At the Imperial Palace?

No matter how good Lars is and no matter how great the Salvadors is, it’s impossible.

“Don’t worry about being discovered, I’m sure the guild leader for Zodiac will be there this time as well. And you seem to misunderstand something, but this time it’s not about killing.”

“I must have misunderstood since you said that the target has ‘increased’.”

“Don’t you remember you were the first to say something without waiting for an explanation?”

That’s an irrefutable remark, Lars closed his mouth. Sor went on without further reproach.

“If there’s a black screen that blocks the view, you’ll have to clean it up first.”

The goal this time is the Zodiac’s guild leader.

When the Sor blurred his words, Lars asked in wonder.

“Is there a possibility that the guild leader of Zodiac will not come to the Imperial Palace banquet?”

“Why would you go to a place as easy as the palace banquet and not even put such an escort on the target? I’m sure they’ll come. They’ll probably pretend to be someone’s escort or servant.”

In other words, he may come hiding in the shadows, but since he has been caught by Lars once, he will not use the same method.

“And there’s one more person to protect this time.”

The guild leader of Zodiac is bound to show up.

Sor picked up a piece of paper next to the newsletter.

Estelle’s portrait was painted on the upper left, and it was a piece of paper containing her information.

This was what Sor had ordered Lars the other day after it was revealed that she was the real saintess.

It contained all of Estelle’s family and relationships, but some of them were underlined.

It’s about Estelle’s cousins and brothers. It was written as follows.

[Blessing of Aquarius]

This does not simply mean that he was born on the month belonging to Aquarius.

“Who would have thought that the cousin of a Zodiac’s officer would become a saint in a day?”

Sor laughed.

Zodiac, the only S-class information guild in the continent.

The name was derived from the collection of zodiac signs.

Therefore, the positions and names between them are also borrowed from the names of the constellations.

Their currently known nicknames are as follows:

The head of Zodiac is the boisterous one.

Likewise, the nickname given to the head and the influential figure of Zodiac is Cassiopeia, the anchor star.

Each of the 12 executives below it will be given a contellation of the zodiac.

Among them, Estelle’s cousin received Aquarius.

“Thisbe said that Estelle was not a danger.”

How can a person who has Zodiac’s executives as relatives not be a danger?

Nevertheless, it has already bothered me enough that she took everything Thisbe had just because she was born a little lucky.

‘I can’t believe she’s now penetrated Callist.’

I’ve been letting it go because there’s been no movement so far, but I’m now sure after today’s conversation with Thisbe. Estelle’s existence itself is a threat to Thisbe.

Sor closed his eyes, pressing down his eyelids with his fingertips, feeling somewhat tired.

‘I don’t think that it’s that big of a wish.’

My desire to create a very peaceful and happy environment where no one can threaten Thisbe.

Therefore, I am sure that the desire for an environment in which Thisbe is satisfied with her life and does not intend to leave me at all is not in vain.

Why are my wishes constantly being interrupted?