Fated to Be Loved by Villains Chapter 151

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Feinol expressionlessly took a sip of the wine served as an aperitif.
 
I don’t even remember how many drinks I had, but seeing as the waiter who was serving me looked embarrassed, I guess he must have had quite a lot.
 
It’s not something that suits you.
 
I’m not the type of person who enjoys drinking alcohol, and drinking this much aperitif in the first place is an act that walks a thin line between rudeness and eccentricity. If it were her usual self, she would never have done it.
 
 
‘…that’s interesting.’
 
 
But, I guess that’s okay now.
 
Feinol smiled softly at the faint scent of grapes that passed his nose.
 
It is clear that my sense of taste has returned slightly. It’s all thanks to that man.
 
 
“It seems like it’s uncomfortable, right?”
 
 
Those words came out from the seat next to me.
 
I turned my head and saw that it was Princess Tristan. He is looking at her with that deadpan expression that she always wears on her face.
 
Surely she looks strange now. So, the point was to say something like that.
 
 
“…The clothes are a bit uncomfortable.”
 
 
When Feynol said that with a smile, Elnor tilted her head and answered.
 
 
“The chest area looks very stuffy. “Why would someone with a big chest like you wear such tight clothes?”
 
“…”
 
“Of course, if that area is large, it can cause a lot of discomfort. “I’ll tell you some useful information, so listen carefully.”
 
“…I will accept your wishes, Princess Tristan.”
 
 
Size is what you say to a subject that is much bigger than you.
 
Feinol chuckled and continued.
 
 
“It was just a metaphor for not being a familiar place.”
 
 
Rather than admitting that I had lost my senses for a long time and was now barely able to feel it, I agreed with the idea that it would be better to just cover it up.
 
The sentence itself was undoubtedly true.
 
 
“Because I was a commoner. “There’s no way I’ve ever had the opportunity to come to such an incredible place.”
 
 
Of course, at most it is a dinner, but the target is a person with power comparable to the emperor.
 
To prepare for it, personnel almost like a division are busily moving around.
 
 
“If you were an apprentice at the Magic Tower, you would have had many opportunities to enter the social world.”
 
 
Feynol opened his eyes wide and looked towards Elnor.
 
How does this woman know about her past?
 
 
“The student council is in charge of managing the personal information of all students.”
 
 
Elnor continued in a blunt voice.
 
 
“I heard you have a connection with Dean Persi of the Department of Magic. is not it.”
 
“…”
 
 
Feynol put down his glass with a bitter smile.
 
It’s a painful past. So much so that I don’t even want to think about it.
 
Persi Ciston Levantine’s name still remains the biggest scar in her heart.
 
 
“…He is a person with connections.”
 
 
So, let’s just ignore it for now.
 
Elnor also heard that and did not probe further. It may be because I recognized the complex and subtle emotions buried in Feinol’s voice when he said those words.
 
 
“Did you say commoner? Where was he from?”
 
“It was a small northern town. “You probably wouldn’t know even if I told you.”
 
“is it.”
 
“…it was a beautiful place.”
 
 
Feynol, who said those words, looked at the wine flowing in the glass with sunken eyes.
 
red like blood
 
 
“Until there was some kind of accident.”
 
 
Like the scene that night when she went on a rampage and burned the entire town.
 
After hearing those words, Elnor looked at Feinol blankly, but she avoided his gaze and drank another glass of wine.
 
It looks like the alcohol is going strong. I can see you voluntarily saying even useless things out of your mouth.
 
 
‘…What are we going to do, Feinol?’
 
 
That’s what she thought to herself.
 
Now, do you even want to go back to the days when you lived a normal life?
 
A monster like her who destroyed her hometown with her own hands and even hurt her benefactor who took care of her when she had no place to go?
 
She caused the Red Night Incident, which is recorded as one of the worst disasters in the empire. The red devil sleeping inside her body.
 
 
“…Do you know anything about His Excellency the Prime Minister?”
 
 
Try to change the topic even if you have to force it.
 
It would not be a story that is too out of place.
 
Isn’t it because of her that she attended this event and the fact that Princess Tristan is here?
 
Elnor seemed to have vaguely sensed her mood as she remained silent for a moment before answering.
 
 
“…I ran into him a few times when I was young.”
 
 
Since we are people with a short age difference, I remember them better.
 
 
“How was it?”
 
“I couldn’t help but feel that he was an unlucky, brilliant person.”
 
 
Feynol chuckled.
 
surely.
 
Even she, who was praised as an all-time talent in a large aristocratic family with the greatest power in the continent, and among them a swordsmanship family, would be the kind of person who would be relegated to second place.
 
A man of great standing who rose from the lowest of the imperial nobility to the highest.
 
 
“…That’s nonsense.”
 
 
A young woman who hasn’t even reached halfway through her life is the greatest commander-in-chief of the empire. Even a few years ago, this would have been a story that could not even be found in novels.
 
That must have been the case until Sullivan first came to prominence.
 
Nowadays, no one can laugh at that fact.
 
Because everyone who did that is dead.
 
 
“…”
 
 
Feynol smiled bitterly.
 
okay. Everything Elnor said is correct.
 
Except for one thing.
 
 
“It’s not something that doesn’t make sense.”
 
“hmm?”
 
 
The red devil sleeping inside her heart is the most violent of all devils. So we don’t talk often.
 
Even if you don’t say it, there are things you naturally know if you have a devil.
 
for example.
 
 
“How great would it be for a person who, given time, would rise to the position of prime minister and even know the future?”
 
 
Prime Minister Sullivan.
 
There’s no doubt that he’s ‘the same kind’ as her.
 
 
“…what?”
 
 
Elnor tilted her head and asked a question, but Feinol sighed instead of answering in more detail.
 
Because there seemed to be no time to explain further.
 
 
“Your Excellency, you are entering. “Everyone, stand up!”
 
 
With those words, all the busy people nearby dispersed to the surrounding area.
 
Everyone has a nervous look on their faces.
 
 
‘…but.’
 
 
What they face is the Iron Lady, of whom not a single human has survived. It’s natural to worry that something might go wrong.
 
so.
 
As the Iron Lady walked into the venue, affectionately wrapping her arms around a man.
 
Embarrassment that could not be hidden appeared on everyone’s faces.
 
like.
 
Aren’t they showing it off to those around them, as if they were lovers?
 
 
“oh. Is something going on?”
 
 
While the Prime Minister was casually saying those words,
 
Feinol laughed inwardly when he saw Daoud being dragged around with a swarthy face.
 
okay. Most of the things the man has been involved in so far have been of his own making, but in this case, he certainly seemed to be the victim.
 
At least that man hasn’t done anything directly ‘now’.
 
 
‘…Such.’
 
 
But, for people who don’t know that fact, that’s probably a good thing.
 
Elnor’s expression was quickly crumpled when she saw Dowd with his arms crossed.
 
 

 
 
< System Message >
 
[The corruption level of the target ‘Elnor’ increases rapidly! ]
 
“…”
 
 
I’m sorry, Elnor.
 
I couldn’t stop it.
 
Thinking like that, I dragged myself to the Prime Minister and sat down on the seat next to him.
 
I tried to escape several times along the way, but each time the Prime Minister glared at me with dead eyes, so I had no choice.
 
It looks like he’s really going to do something if he keeps going.
 
 
[But, they say there is no devil piece. Then doesn’t that mean you can’t run away?]
 
‘So where is the crazy person who pretends to be with the Prime Minister?’
 
[That’s right.]
 
 
Caliban smiled and agreed.
 
 
‘…and even putting that fact aside, it’s dangerous.’
 
 
In the first place, even though there is no fragment, the feeling that this person can use the devil’s ‘power’ is almost certain.
 
The problem is that we can’t even guess what kind of ability it is.
 
There are only six demons that I know of. I’ve never heard of any other devil.
 
 
‘…could there be more of that?’
 
 
Even though I’m a deep fan of Savior Rising’s settings, I’ve never heard of anything like that.
 
Nevertheless, this person.
 
It’s the devil.
 
At least there is a clear history of having that piece.
 
It feels completely different from me, who can act like a demonic imitation thanks to the Fallen Seal.
 
Meanwhile, the employees who had set up all the food bowed their heads deeply and left the venue. Perhaps Sullivan had instructed him to do so in advance.
 
 
“…”
 
 
And, as soon as I saw it.
 
My speed is burning black.
 
If you bother to bite the user, it would mean that from now on, stories that ‘no one will ever hear anything good’ will fly around.
 
 
“first. Thank you for accepting the invitation. Princess Tristan. and…”
 
 
As Sullivan opened his mouth like that, his head turned slightly and landed on Feinol’s face.
 
 
“…There is a face I didn’t expect. ”
 
 
With his trademark gentle smile, he spoke again.
 
 
“Well, it’s okay. “It’s a story you’ll hear anyway.”
 
“…What do you want to say, Your Excellency?”
 
 
Elnor responded with an expressionless red eye glow.
 
Even for a princess, it would be fair to say that her attitude towards the prime minister was extremely rude, but Sullivan did not even blink.
 
As if people were bitten to do this in the first place.
 
And right away.
 
 
“I hope this story can be conveyed to other women around this man.”
 
 
The Prime Minister dropped a bomb.
 
 
“Don’t even think about approaching my friend.”
 
“…”
 
“…”
 
 
Elnor and Feynol blinked at the same time.
 
Since the words came out so suddenly without even blinking, it seems as if my astonishment had evaporated before I even got angry.
 
The Prime Minister, who spoke, still had a gentle smile on his face and was naturally moving the utensils to pour food into the bowl.
 
As if it wasn’t such a big statement.
 
It seems like a very natural right is being declared as a matter of course.
 
 
“…”
 
 
And that goes for me too.
 
I’m having a bit of a brain freeze.
 
Sir?
 
What on earth…?
 
 
“…Are you saying you want to get married?”
 
 
Feynol asked that question in a slightly dumbfounded voice.
 
It seems that it would be very difficult for even a person completely devoid of emotions to accept this statement calmly.
 
In the first place, this person’s location is the location. It is a statement that is sure to cause a stir across the continent.
 
but.
 
 
“yes.”
 
 
The answer comes out very naturally.
 
It was as if he was asking why he was asking such an obvious question.
 
 
“…dismissal.”
 
 
Elnor opened her mouth in a cold voice.
 
The words are cold, but if the words had physical power, they would have been able to cut Sullivan to pieces by now.
 
 
“That man is engaged to me. “You know-”
 
“I know, Princess Tristan. That’s why I’m emphasizing this to you even more.”
 
 
Even while dealing with Elnor, who seemed to be able to kill with words, a gentle smile never left Sullivan’s face. It’s almost admirable.
 
“A woman as unqualified as you would never treat this person.”
 
“…What do you mean, you’re not qualified?”
 
 
At those words, the smile on Sullivan’s face grew even deeper.
 
 
“Princess Tristan.”
 
 
It was as if he was just waiting to be asked.
 
 
“Because of you, if I do something wrong, a war may break out sooner or later.”
 
“…”
 
 
As soon as I heard that.
 
I feel my blood run cold.
 
Because this was a line that played regularly in the game.
 
It is a line that is like a fuse that triggers a ‘specific event.’
 
 
‘Caliban.’
 
[huh?]
 
‘Sleep for a moment.’
 
[what? No, what-]
 
 
Ignoring Caliban’s absurd words, he took the Soul Linker from his arm and put it in his arms.
 
What Sullivan will tell from now on.
 
Because this is a story that this person should never hear.
 
 
“…War. “What do you mean by that?”
 
“Princess Tristan.”
 
 
next.
 
 
“By any chance, the term ‘selection of heroes’. Have you ever heard of it?”
 
 
With Sullivan’s words, a system window appeared before my eyes.
 
 
< System Message >
 
[The main scenario changes due to changes in the status of the target ‘Sullivan’. ]
The starting point of [ 〖 Chapter 4 – Red Night 〗 is changing! ]
 
“…”
 
 
okay. This is something I know too.
 
this.
 
Because this is the line that announces the beginning of Chapter 4.
 
This is the chapter that creates one of the biggest inflection points in the scenario.
 
 
“…”
 
 
I unconsciously stroke the Soul Linker inside my arms.
 
The reason why Chapter 4 is the biggest turning point in the scenario is simple.
It is also the chapter where Feinol, one of the devil’s vessels, appears as the final boss.
 
 
‘…Elijah.’
 
 
The ‘original protagonist’ of this world.
 
Because this is the chapter that is most intertwined.
 
 

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