My Destiny To Be Loved By The Villains[part 1 Complete ]

Chapter 35.1 Preparations

The worst thing about nightmares is that you can't escape them even if you close your eyes.

So was the dream that Yuria Greyhounder had every day.

[Young Lady, why... Why?]

The restless voices of the dead constantly echoed in her ears, the smell of blood lingers on her hands, and the pieces of flesh at her feet that she didn't even recognize anymore.

Corpses formed a mountain.

And everything was her doing.

The gardener who cultivated a small bonsai with her, the housekeeper who made her favorite carrot cake for dessert with a warm smile, and the maid who always gives her a nagging but is worried about her wellbeing.

All of them.

She cut down everyone.

Just because they were within 'three steps' of her.

"..."

She screamed at the top of her lungs.

She didn't mean to. She didn't want this to happen.

No, never.

Shedding tears of blood, she pleaded while vomiting.

However, not a single word is reached.

Her mouth won't open.

Everyone glared at her with resentful eyes, wishing upon her curses as they morph into a cold corpse.

Then, she saw a man emerging from the sea of bodies.

A robe of pure gold. A pure white wand. A swinging rosary.

A man boasting a perfect beauty as if he's meticulously created by a God.

Yuria knew who it was.

The Pope. The pinnacle of all religious figures in this era.

[Are you still hoping for someone to save you?]

An eerie sound, like a jade bead rolling on a tray, echoed out.

[Are you still hoping to get close with someone?]

However.

To her, it was the voice of a 'predator' that made her body shake just by hearing it.

[You cursed apotropaic.]

She dreams of this.

Always.

[You will be alone until you die.]

It ended with the Pope's whisper.

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"...!"

Her eyes opened with a shallow scream.

Her whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

"..."

Yuria Greyhounder rubbed her face and looked out the window.

Fortunately, she hadn't overslept.

Her day always started at a regular time.

Living a self-sufficient life in a place far from people, even a refined greenhouse flower would get accustomed to the life in the wild.

Through the window, she caught a glimpse of the Academy building.

A civilized society filled with vibrant energy.

"..."

Yuria averted her dry gaze from that direction.

She had no time for such places. She had mountains of tasks to accomplish.