The Obsessive Second Male Lead Has Gone Wild - Chapter 14

It had been a long time since the goddess of his lineage cursed the world in anger.

December 31st.

It was a convincing old wives’ tale that an angry goddess would descend directly to the earth and destroy the world.

The day was ridiculously cold, but nothing happened.

The problem occurred the next day, New Year’s Day, at the Holy See. The pope was unable to hear the sound of the goddess’ voice.

“Well, how did you hear her for about a decade without any obstacles? Now there seems to be a limit to how much you may commune with her. In particular, in recent years, the imperial family has been rewarded for the great damage, and because of this management has suffered. “

It was something Rurutia read from the book. When she looked into the book, dreams of past lives surfaced and she was able to view visions of another life just by flipping through the pages of a tome.

What she saw next was the Imperial Empire, along with Zaritse, making a mistake by angering the squadron’s captain, who demanded compensation.

Rurutia, pulled into the world of the text, didn’t see Cronu turn the horse around until it was nearly too late to catch up to him.

It seemed like Cronu, who had a lament of the old verse, had his attention drawn away by some activity up ahead.

Rurutia found Kaneshel walking slowly toward her.

He was on his way to see Cronu, who was hard to come by, but decided to stop to have a word or two with her before he talked to the other paladin.

“Brucke Spirit.”

In an old, shabby space, it seemed like Kaneshel was alone shining.

She thought that he was not a human being at all but a god, as if he were standing alone in the midst of ruins.

He’s called me by name, so I’m going to have to answer him the same way, Rurutia thought to herself.

Kaneshel had never appeared on the official news circuit, so few people knew his name.

Rurutia had read a book about his previous life and knew exactly who Kaneshel was, even though he had no idea.

“Captain Incruder.”

He stopped coming when his name popped up. He moved his feet again and approached Rurutia’s side.

“You will stay without changing your mind once you see the state of the temple.”

“Do you think I’ll be convinced by some old ruins?”

However, if she had recalled her past life correctly, her previous selves would have screamed rather than live in such a dirty place even for just a second.

Kaneshel grew up under extreme poverty with little to his name, but Rurutia’s identity was like a peacock’s affection.

Although he suffered from domestic violence, he used it to his leverage and eventually lived a luxurious life in the golden age of the great aristocracy.

It was strange and reluctant because even though she was a part of the aristocracy, her life was such a mess that she never thought to enjoy it.

Rurutia also thought that she would not be able to stand it because she had memories of her past life.

You can die from being in an old place. Being in a new place doesn’t make it any better. Death is everywhere and it is indiscriminate.

Rather, her life was more precarious in the mansion of the Duke of Brucke, surrounded by gold.

Once they reached the site, Rurutia looked around herself.

“Yes, it looks cozy and feels better than I thought.”

She pointed to the chandelier, as exploding light flashed from the ceiling.

“I had this new idea to remove the useless decorations and leave only the practical part. The chandelier was previously an eyesore. Crystal is what it’s all about.”

“………..”

“There are so many traps to avoid on the floor so that I have to focus on walking. Did you make this to train in your daily life? It seems to be working out properly.”

He decided to pretend to be in a situation where he was in a mood to kick something around, and then admitted that it was a bit messy. She had decided to redecorate the shabby temple, molding it into better shape so that she could catch the eyes of the people.