The Possessed Evil Woman Wreaks Havoc - Chapter 128

At my words, both Gabby’s and the Duke’s expressions hardened at the same time.

“Isabella, what do you mean by that?”

“Just what I said. I’m not attending the Grand Prayer Gathering. And I’m certainly not offering the representative prayer,” I answered the Duke’s question.

The Duke furrowed his brow slightly, then asked me, “What’s the reason?”

“I fought the Celestial God last night. He was so infuriating that I can’t pray for a bastard like that.”

“……”

“Just kidding,” I added quickly, seeing the look the Duke gave me.

Honestly, what a stiff man. He didn’t even know how to enjoy a joke.

I gave the real reason. “I have a bad feeling about it. If I go to the Grand Prayer Gathering… something awful will definitely happen.”

Of course, it wasn’t the full truth, but… close enough, right?

Hey Father. I’m saying this all for your sake.

Do you want to see your daughter struck by divine lightning and blown to pieces right in front of your eyes?

Sure, I could recover the body with my demonic power, but…

Still, better safe than sorry. My power has limits, and healing isn’t exactly my specialty.

If things go badly, Isabella might suffer aftereffects for life.

I shook my head firmly as I spoke.

The Duke slowly closed his eyes. A moment later, he opened them and began trying to persuade me, barely holding back his anger.

“No. This is an opportunity. A chance to solidify your position as the Saintess.”

“Hmm. I’m not that attached to the Saintess position.”

It was something I said in the heat of the moment, but the more I thought about it, the more appealing it seemed.

I only became the Saintess because I wanted to commit blasphemy.

I never seriously intended to keep the position.

Losing the title of Saintess might not be such a bad thing.

If I return Isabella to her original body, she’ll have to keep pretending to be the Saintess for the rest of her life.

It would feel like wearing clothes that don’t fit.

All Isabella wanted was her family’s love, not lofty status.

If she had wanted status, she would’ve asked for it when she made the contract with Lilith.

Sure, losing the Saintess title might damage Isabella’s reputation, but I had some faith.

Didn’t that Gabby right in front of me say he loved Isabella?

The Duke would take care of her reputation. If someone as powerful as him fully backed Isabella, she’d do just fine.

But the Duke firmly dismissed my opinion.

“No. No matter what, you must attend the Grand Prayer Gathering and deliver the representative prayer.”

“Didn’t I just say I don’t want to? Are you deaf, Father?”

I continued, “And why do I have to give the representative prayer anyway? Wasn’t that originally the High Priest’s role? Let him keep doing it. Problem solved.”

Besides, the temple hadn’t even contacted me.

If I were supposed to lead something as important as the Grand Prayer Gathering, shouldn’t they have sent someone to inform me?

When I pointed that out, the Duke replied, “I’ll contact the temple myself. Even if they don’t want it, with the ducal house’s influence, we can ensure you deliver the prayer.”

That’s the part I hate.

You’ll all regret this. Really, you will.

Internally sighing in frustration, I glared at the Duke and Gabby.

The Duke added an explanation, “The temple’s attitude toward you has already changed. Nobles never truly accepted you as the Saintess, so that’s expected. But if you don’t have the temple’s recognition either, no one will treat you as the Saintess.”

“I don’t care.”

I answered indifferently. Because I truly didn’t care.

But apparently, the Duke didn’t feel the same.

“How long do you intend to keep acting selfishly? I thought you had finally begun fulfilling your role as a member of this house… but I see I was mistaken.”

I frowned slightly at the Duke’s words.

Why bring that up now?

…How unpleasant.

I wasn’t good at controlling my anger, but I held back the urge to flip the table.

‘Still, the Duke said he loves his daughter.’

I asked him, “Father. Didn’t you say you love your daughter? Then shouldn’t you respect her wishes?”

“…That’s a separate matter.”

The moment I heard those words, I was overcome by a strange emotion.

Earlier, the Duke spoke as if he expected me to fulfill my role as a member of the family.

I thought I’d managed to narrow the distance between the Duke and Isabella…

So why did it feel like the Duke only showed the desire to improve their relationship because Isabella was the Saintess and beneficial to the family?

Should I just… wreak havoc?

Forget being the Saintess, maybe I should completely ruin Isabella’s reputation and disgrace the family.

I was dying to show them just what happens when a demon decides to go berserk.

I’d tried to endure it for Isabella’s sake when she returned.

But no matter how much I tried to suppress it, my emotions kept leaking out.

“You’re all going to regret this.”

I ground my teeth and snapped at the two of them.

Gabby clicked his tongue and scolded me. “Why do you sound like some third-rate villain?”

I ignored Gabby’s comment.

I could just run away on the day of the event. It’s not like it’s hard for a demon to shake off a few humans.

Or maybe I should attend the Grand Prayer Gathering and cause a scene?

I just so happen to know a few curses that could substitute for prayer.

Fuming, I finished off the food on my plate.

***

The food on the plate was definitely made with the chef’s excellent skills, but for some reason, I couldn’t taste anything that day.

In the end, I only ate enough to take the edge off my hunger and headed back to my room.

“Nigel—! Oh. Right.”

I was about to vent to Nigel about what happened, then remembered he was away.

“Ugh!”

In my frustration, I began clawing at the blanket on the bed.

I’d said no. I told them I had a bad feeling. But they ignored me.

I was furious at my so-called family.

And though I didn’t want to admit it…

Maybe I was disappointed in them.

I thought I’d slowly improved my relationship with Isabella’s family.

I thought both the Duke and Gabby saw me—Isabella—as real family.

But now I couldn’t help but wonder… was it only because I held the title of Saintess?

This is why I don’t care for the concept of family.

What others might brush off without a second thought feels different when it comes from family.

There’s no way I could welcome the existence of people who could so easily hurt me.

Once again, I felt relieved that demons have no such thing as family.

Feeling worse by the second…

I looked around. Was there anyone nearby I could take my anger out on?

While looking around for a target, I noticed the angels were missing.

Where did those two go?

Just then, Jessie entered my room.

“Jessie, where are Jane and Jane?”

“Huh? Should I go look for them?”

“…Go look.”

Normally, I would’ve let it go, but something felt off today.

At my order, Jessie left the room.

She returned shortly after, looking displeased.

“Um, miss? I couldn’t find a trace of them anywhere in the mansion.”

At those words, I froze for a moment.

Did they actually run away? Are they out of their minds?

I even warned them what would happen if they ran.

“The only way I can tell you two apart is by your wings. I’ve tasted one of you, but not the other.”

“Miss Bella, why do you keep bringing that up…?”

“So I thought. If I bite off both your wings evenly, I won’t be able to tell you apart anymore, will I?”

“…Why are you saying something so terrifying?”

“I’m warning you what will happen if you leave this mansion without my permission.”

Back then, the two angels were visibly terrified. That’s why I was sure they wouldn’t run.

But I guess I was too careless.

Once I find them…

I ground my teeth.