Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 56

If Gabriel becomes the pope’s right-hand man in favor of Aria.

‘Even if something unexpected happens, there might be an opportunity to get out of the crisis at least once.’

Aria looked at Gabriel. It was a surprisingly clean expression. A pure white expression with no emotions or thoughts mixed in. Integrity and cleanliness.

Right now, white is good and black is evil.

‘It’s like a white canvas.’

It’s so clean, it’s almost like it’s going to stain with whatever beliefs that were placed on it.

She had no idea that such a miraculous opportunity would come. So she wrote down her card, folded it neatly, and held it tightly in his hand. Like delivering a secret message.

[Actually, I saved the angel.]

As he secretly opened the note from Maronnier, Gabriel stared at Aria with a bewildered gaze.

Aria placed her index finger on her own lips as if asking him to keep it a secret. And she turned her back without regret.

“What? What did it say?”

Patting Marronnier’s head, who is constantly wary of the boy, she glanced behind her back.

‘For the next five years.’

There was plenty of time.

***

[Shall I pray?]

“Yes? Who? Sister-in-law?”

It was when she ran into Vincent by chance and were walking down the hallway together. He asked, pretending to pick his ear to the card that Aria had pulled out.

“A person who blasphemes as if breathing, doing a prayer? Are you going to curse?”

Aria shook her head.

Why would you even pray and curse at God? It would just be a waste of time doing it.

[I’m thinking of becoming a devout believer for a while.]

“What new game is that?”

Well, it was similar in a sense. It took a little bit of acting to tame the saintly dog.

‘In the sense that the fate of me and Valentine is at stake, so it can be said to be a game of risk.’

Aria checked the grandfather clock.

The Edens prayed three times a day: morning, noon and evening. Of course, unless they’re a very devout believer, they’ll usually skip it because it’s annoying.

‘Soon it will be time for the morning prayer.’

Aria headed to the prayer room. Curiously, Vincent followed after her.

“Ah.”

And it was as expected.

Aria was able to run into a boy with a troubled look on his face, walking in front of the prayer room. It was Gabriel.

‘As expected, I thought that if it were you, you would not miss a day and keep the prayer time straight like a sword.’

It was obvious without even seeing it. She just knew. No, even if he collapsed, he would have prayed.

“Grand Princess.”

Even though Gabriel was from the lowest place, he went to the Papal Palace on his own feet.

The lowest point is where extraterritoriality law was placed, and where trafficking was rampant.

It meant that he could have fled to another country at any time if he wished.