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

Chapter 101: Chieftain (2)

༺ Chieftain (2) ༻

If one were aware of Yuria Greyhounder's identity, the question, 'Why does this woman always have someone around her?' would immediately come to their minds.

Probably, the most accurate impression they had on her was that they barely saw her alone.

But, if that person knew that she harbored two existences that could cause cataclysms, they would freak out when they saw her by herself.

She was a walking human time bomb; One that carried two uncontrollable entities within her.

And...

Faenol Lipek knew this better than anyone else.

Mages affiliated with the Heretic Inquisition received an almost disgusting amount of detailed information about Devils and their Vessels. This was only natural, as it was their lifelong duty to purify the world of those things.

As such, it wasn't a surprise for them to be educated to the bone about those things' danger and evil nature.

Not to mention that in her case...

She didn't even need formal education; She could actually 'sense' those things herself.

"..."

Faenol closed her eyes and suppressed the 'aura' she felt within her own heart.

Both Lady Tristan and Yuria, both of them were having a hard time because they didn't know the identity of 'this' existence. However...

She was more than aware of what kind of existence it was.

Dreadfully so. To the point that it made her sick.

"You went out of your way looking for me."

She looked towards the other person with a grin.

As Faenol began to talk, across from her, Yuria nodded with a gloomy expression.

The other woman had laid her heart bare, saying that she came here without even telling the Saintess, the person who played the role of her guardian.

She even told Faenol the reason why she came looking for her.

"...I think Mr. Dowd hates me."

The tone of her mumble was so depressing to the point that one would shrink in despair by just listening to it.

It was a reaction that could easily be inferred after hearing all of Yuria's stories.

This woman was extremely sensitive to the favor of others, especially because she had lived alone for a considerable amount of time.

It was even more so since she harbored the 'White Devil', whose trigger to going berserk lies in these kinds of issues.

"..."

Faenol raised the teacup she had taken out without saying a single word.

Every little move of that man named Dowd was truly laughable. From her perspective, what he had done was nothing more than clowning around. A farce.

The absurdity of his action could be seen from what he had done to Yuria. He was just making an excuse, like your usual playboy.

However...

"Of course. There will never be a case where you regret my assistance."

Faenol could not afford to lose out on that man called Dowd.

Even if it was because of 'this thing' slumbering in her heart.

Regardless of how ridiculous these Devil's Vessels might seem because of how easily they get swayed by his absurd words, she could not let her true feelings be noticeable.