The Villain is Being Suspiciously Kind

In the small garden of the country house, long after the warmth of Citrina had faded.

What happened?

Youre here, Genfiros-nim.

Badil held up her hand.

Genfiros smiled approvingly.

It was not up to Elaina. The spiritists attitude was refined. If she made a name for herself, not only the jewel spirits but other non-human species would rise in this world.

Sothe arrogant non-humans will come out because of her. Its all because of her.

The mana of the sacred world was running out. Therefore, only the pure, chosen humans deserved the beauty and mana of this world.

Genfiros held out his hand with a holy smile.

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You will be able to get closer to God.

I am honored, Genfiros-nim.

The smile on the countesss lips was unnatural. Genfiros ran his hand over the wedding band.

It felt like a living, breathing, dirty, non-human.

Genfiross face contorted as if he had chewed on something uncomfortable. Despite his frown, he looked as holy as ever.

He was a seeker of light and divinity.

Therefore, Countess Badil would be left in this world as a fresh taxidermy to the divine.

We will create chaos for the greater good.

Thank you, Genfiros-nim.

Countess Badil blinked. Unlike when she faced Citrina, his eyes were irrational. Nevertheless, she didnt seem to recognize it.

The time has come for us to go.

Genfiros whispered softly. His voice held a certain rigor.

The countess started walking further and further inside without realizing it.

It was beautiful, this world.

Countess Badil gasped as one would at seeing light for the first time.

Citrina was back from Countess Badils country house in her own home.

I dont have a good feeling about this.

The day was uneventful, but Citrinas premonitions were oddly accurate.

Unable to sleep, she brought out the commissions she had taken along from the atelier.

A request to make a jeweled casket out of rubies, a request to make a woven necklace with lalima, a gemstone found only on the shores of Seore ;.

Still, most of them had quite a few days left to complete.

It was a good thing that the high-ranking nobles who were religious usually canceled their commissions.

Citrina slowly scanned through the lists of commissions.

A small letter peeked out from between the commission papers.

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Was there a letter like this?

It was a matter of taste, but it was luxurious at a glance. There was no sender, just a recipient.

Citrina cautiously opened the letter.

Citrina, are you doing well? Im curious because I havent heard from you since that day.

How are things going with your guy? Im talking about the Duke! Hopefullythere will be some good news.

AnyhowI hope youre doing well. Ill see you at the succession ceremony soon.

The letter was short, and Citrinas suspicions were put to rest.

It was Princess Iana. Citrinas cheeks flushed as she read the letter.

Princess Ianawas odd.

Though the strangest thing about her was her self-confidence. Citrinas heart swelled like a balloon at Ianas words from the beginning to the end.

-Shes so weird!

A small whisper from inside her pendant echoed Citrinas thoughts.

She was surprised Gemma found out how she felt. She wondered how the connection worked at this level.

-Whatwhat is it?

-No, Im talking about the country house. Wasnt there something wrong with it? I looked all around, and there wasnt anything out of the ordinary, except for a bunch of yellow tulips in the greenhouse, but thats still weird.

-It seemeda bit strange. And I think its related to something else.

Elainas paladins couldnt stay in the empire forever. Therefore, she had been able to look past the harassment so far.

But something was not right.

-I need to find out whats going on.

-How?

-Ill ask my friends. Somethings not right. See you in a bit!

-Gemma, take care of yourself.

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Without asking for Citrinas permission, the light quickly extinguished from the pendant.

Gemma was always naive. Citrina sighed deeply, hoping she wouldnt get into trouble.

It was a shame there was nothing she could do with the urgency of the situation.

Still, sooner or later, when I receive my own aristocratic titlea lot will change.

Even if it was a non-hereditary title, the recipient of the title would get a new surname. It wouldnt be long until she was free of the Foluin name.

She would be able to distance herself from Baron Foluin. That was enough. Now she had a new family that she was close to.

And also

She had someone to love.

In the very brief respite she was granted, Citrina fell into a short daydream.