“Since Ruben hasn’t appeared in a while, I guess I’ve been thinking too deeply about the meaning of the saint’s existence? “You make such a ridiculous claim.”
While the saintess was lost in thought looking at Dazar, Dazar lowered his eyes lazily and chuckled.
“Are you saying this is a ridiculous claim?”
When the saintess responded angrily, Dazar leaned back comfortably in his chair and crossed one leg.
“I have been suspicious of everything for a long time, and I understand that you are upset that Ruben’s followers suddenly started to move.”
“… … “The movements are different than before.”
It was just as Dazar said.
Recently, the movement of Ruben’s followers began to appear, and the saintess was anxious.
Of course, even if Ruben does not appear, the movement of Ruben’s followers has always existed throughout history.
But it wasn’t this big.
As the saintess answered in a slightly lowered voice, Dazar shrugged his shoulders.
“okay. Let’s say it’s different. Before that, why do you think there is a transcendental person? “Don’t you think that doubting me means doubting God’s will?”
“… … .”
“He was trying to capture Ruben’s followers with the cooperation of the imperial family, and when he saw me, he seemed to think it was an opportunity.”
Dazar crossed his arms and cocked his head slightly to the side.
The pitchless voice and expressionless face were quite threatening.
But the saint, who had been in this confrontation with him for a long time, did not give in to him.
“If you were sure I was a follower of Ruben, you wouldn’t have led me into a room like this.”
The moment I became convinced, I would have been led straight into a narrow and miserable dungeon.
“Your Majesty must be tired too. “You can’t refuse to give in to the temple’s ridiculous demands, and you can’t turn a normal transcendental person into a traitor.”
Most likely, Moroccanil was sent to prepare an assortment under the pretense of complying with the temple’s request.
‘But that guy deliberately showed off in front of Celia as if I was a real traitor.’
Dazar narrowed his eyes as he remembered Morokhanil’s stiff face.
A guy who doesn’t have any emotions. It was strange. Why did he bother to look like that in front of Celia?
But it wasn’t the time to think deeply about this. Dazar suddenly opened his mouth.
“so. How much more time do I have to give now? If you were thinking of letting me stay here for a few days to drain my strength, you would be mistaken. Even though it’s boring, it’s actually nice to have a break like this after a long time.”
The saintess gritted her teeth at Dazar’s words.
There was definitely something to him, but it was frustrating not knowing.
Something, something… … .
“Why did you bring Lady Evanroir into the mansion? Food development doesn’t have to be done in the mansion, right?”
“… … under.”
Dazar sighed as if he was dumbfounded by the saintess’ question.
“Do I have to reveal everything, even my private areas, to the temple?”
“Of course, you are a transcendent… … .”
“The Transcendant.”
At that time, Dazar sharply interrupted the saint’s words and spoke with his head tilted to one side.
“Can’t a transcendental man take home even the woman he likes? It’s strange. I think my biological mother, who passed away young, was also in love with my father. “I am an exception.”
“… … !”
The saintess’ eyes widened at Dazar’s unexpected confession. She has never had a scandal, and he, who has kept himself completely separate from the nobles, is suddenly the woman he likes?
The saintess, who was truly embarrassed, kept her mouth shut.
Dazar continued with a grin, without any trace of shame.
“So don’t touch her. Don’t pay any attention to her. She is everything about that woman. She is that woman, her household, her children, and even everything she eats and wears. She’s into anything.”
“… … .”
While the saint was speaking, Dazar stood up.
“Is the period of confinement permitted by His Majesty now over? If I rest here any longer, His Majesty will be angry. “I’ll just go back now.”
With those words, Dazar passed by the saint and left the room.
The saintess, who was left alone, looked away, blinking her eyes as she felt like she had been stabbed in the back.
Dazar… … love?
That cold-blooded guy?
That was nonsense.
“Where can you tell a lie like that?” … .”
The saint who was mumbling like that suddenly stopped speaking.
Now that I think about it, I heard that Dazar defended Celia Evanroar at this time of rest.
“Is it really true?”
She muttered in an incredulous voice and blinked.
* * *
“Was the lie a bit harsh?”
It seems like he had a hard time controlling his emotions as he faced the person who directly caused him to be locked in a small room for several days and unable to move.
“What do you think?”
I’ve suffered a lot more.
Dazar let out a snort.
‘That woman’s ears must be quite itchy.’
His face, which had been slightly stiff, slowly relaxed when he thought of her. It was funny to think of Celia picking her ears because they were tickling. Then she stiffened her mouth again.
‘I brought Ruben into the mansion with the intention of keeping him close to me. I didn’t know that would arouse the suspicion of the temple guys.’
As I thought of the small baby carrying the world’s destiny on its back, I also thought of the image of a woman holding that baby.
Ruben’s protector in this world had great power. Because Dazar himself was preventing Ruben’s fate to the extent that he didn’t even have to put in any effort.
It seems that Ruben from the previous world was abandoned by his parents right after he was born and ended up leading an unhappy life.
Dazar slowly closed and opened his eyes, remembering the red bird that had not been seen since I was captured.
‘It’s surprising that they brought new food with them.’
Thanks to this, I was able to create a good excuse to keep Ruben close.
I thought that was enough. The temple guys were quite sharp.
‘… … ‘As long as there are no disruptions in future progress.’
What if there are no setbacks?
As the saint suspected, he held a big secret.
But what it was, Dazar had no intention of revealing to anyone.
Dazar put his hands in his pants pockets, collecting all the thoughts that crossed his mind, and walked briskly down the imperial hallway.
That was when I was walking along the hallway and turned to the right passage.
Dazar suddenly stopped.
“What are you doing there?”
On the outside, he seemed to be talking to himself in the empty air, but Dazar continued to speak as if someone was next to him.
“Do you want to see me off?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow on the wall created by the sunlight shining through the window shook slightly and two figures appeared.
It was Moroccanil and Scarlett.
“Uhm. right. “I came out to see you off.”
Scarlett smiled a little awkwardly and slightly raised her hand as if to say hello.
Dazar’s eyebrows twitched.
“aha. It was an honor for His Majesty to personally see me off. “This is so glorious that my fists are clenched.”
As Dazar slowly raised his clenched fist, Scarlett let out a hmm! He cleared his throat loudly and took a step back.
“Why are you moving away? “Did I really think that Your Majesty would blow away honey chestnuts like in the past?”
“Oh, no.”
It was true that it reminded me of Dazar, who dared to hit my forehead when I was a princess, but Scarlett definitely said no.
This is because my pride was hurt.
‘I have great childhood memories.’
Dazar unclenched his fists and turned his head as if he didn’t want to look in that direction. When her eyes fell from mine, Scarlett brushed her forehead, pretending to dust her off.
The forehead was safe.
Well, it’s a perfect night for her who ascended to the throne. It was something that could never happen.
No, it was something that should not have happened in their relationship as they were now subjects and lords.
Unless he really is a follower of Ruben and is plotting treason against me.
‘… … treason.’
As words about a sensitive topic passed through her mind, Scarlett clenched her fists and then opened them.
Before the place of rest was opened, the saint requested an audience in person at the temple.
‘What kind of nonsense is that? Dazar is Ruben’s follower.’
The saint, dressed entirely in white, answered while staring into space with unfocused eyes.
‘Why do you think it doesn’t make sense? He is the Transcendent of the House of Siaster. He is the most exposed to demonic energy among the transcendentals and is a dangerous person.’
‘… … But Dazar is not weak enough to be eaten by demonic energy. Moreover, he is a transcendental person who remembers his past life.’
‘Because it remembers its past life, it is more dangerous.’
The saint said so and revealed information that would shake Scarlett.
‘There is a magic tower next to Dazar. He is giving me information about Dazar. He said that last time Dazar eliminated a demon who was said to know Ruben’s location.’
‘what… … ?’
‘I’m not even thinking about looking for Ruben. ‘You’ve never seen or heard anything like this, have you?’
I’ve never actually heard of it. Scarlett felt that her relationship with Dazaar, whom she thought was strong, was shaking. Why didn’t he report to himself about the demons?
Scarlett slowly parted her lips as she looked at Dazar, who was full of irritation.
“Dazar. “I have a commandment for you.”
“… … “What is it?”
Dazar narrowed his eyes as he looked at Scarlett’s serious gaze.
‘So, please hold Dazar Siaster in the imperial palace for a moment. Just say that you had no choice but to listen to the temple. And let’s make sure we don’t hear the temple’s ridiculous claims again.’
Scarlett pursed her lips and spoke.
“The temple is suspicious of you. Your lord… … “As childhood friends who have been together our whole lives, this is something we cannot just ignore.”
“… … .”
“So, let’s make sure that you have Moroccanil as your watchdog and there is nothing to suspect.”
“your majesty… … !”
Dazar’s face became even more distorted.
Scarlett knew this face of Dazar well. It was the face seen just before the explosion.
Scarlett turned away from Dazar. She could hear her Dazaar calling to her, but he would not be able to catch him.
‘Your Majesty can’t completely get rid of your doubts, right?’
While walking down the hallway, the saint’s voice seemed to ring in my ears.
