My Destiny To Be Loved By The Villains[part 2 ]

Chapter 197-200: The Last Ordeal (1-4)

Lately, Archbishop Luminol's day had rarely started off well.

If he were to say what was the reason for that, a certain bastard would come to his mind.

...That fucking bastard...

He was already frowning, but when he recalled the guy he saw at the Hero Selection Ordeal a while ago, his frown grew deeper.

Dowd Campbell.

That was the name of the person who greatly contributed to his deteriorating quality of life.

It was to the point that he couldn't even concentrate facing the mountains of documents that he had to work on.

Where did such a ridiculous punk pop out from...?

He was already aware that Dowd was someone that even the Pope was keeping an eye on, but he didn't expect him to be this unpredictable.

The punk's resilience always left him dumbfounded—giving him the impression that the punk would survive no matter what kind of situation he was forced to be in.

The Last Ordeal is going to start soon...

Actually, calling it an ordeal didn't really sound right.

Because all they had to do was to let the people who had proven themselves capable in the previous ordeals to grab the Holy Sword.

Ironically though, this was the most dangerous ordeal among them all.

The Holy Sword.

It was the weapon that was dubbed as the most powerful Holy Relic in human history.

The weapon that the First Hero used when he sealed the Devils 'bodies' in the Void Zone. An extremely dangerous item that could kill anyone who touched it if it were to deem them unqualified.

"..."

In other words, they had to let Lana touch it once.

Though his dear daughter had an unusual constitution that would prevent her from dying no matter what, as a father, he still didn't want to witness that spectacle.

"Father, are you there?"

As he was pondering such thoughts, a cheerful voice called out to him from outside the office.

Hearing that voice, Archbishop Luminol unconsciously let out a soft smile.

It was his daughter's voice. His purpose for living, the sole reason that pushed him to make the world a better place to live, even if only slightly.

"Welcome, Lana—"

He was about to greet her when his words were suddenly interrupted.

"Mm, is that all, Mr. Dowd? Just like we agreed on, I brought you here to meet my father in private..."

"Yes, thank you, Lana."

"Then, as promised, you have to buy me that popular huge cake in Holy City later! Promise me!"

"I'll buy as many as you want."

While he was his daughter and all, he still thought that she really had a lot of nerve.

How could she introduce the very same person who had put her in a dangerous situation so nonchalantly like this?

As the Archbishop thought so while trembling, Lana left the office and the other man strode towards him.

Without waiting for his permission, the punk pulled the chair across his desk and sat on it as if he was at his own home.

No manners nor respect were shown.