I’m Trapped in a Bloody Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 52

Out of the window of the carriage, I could see Orias and Ardal slowly moving away. The Pope’s face was as calm as usual, as if last night’s event had been a dream. I couldn’t find where that thirst from yesterday came from.

That was kind of my cup of tea.

I noticed yesterday that my taste was a handsome man who clung to me. Desperately. My stomach was churn as I remembered the face of the Pope, who kept clinging to me and rubbing my waist as if I were really a saint.

An insidious secret that I didn’t even know was revealed when I saw the Pope.

What kind of settings are hidden and why did it make me so desperate?

I was going crazy out of curiosity… In the next run, let’s try the Pope’s single route.

“Saintess.”

“…”

“…Saintess, can you hear me?”

“Oh, yes.”

Dion called me as I looked at Orias’s fading figure. He spoke without hiding his disapproval.

“Close the window.”

He even told me off about the window.

Looking at Dion, who was trying to find a fault with me, I closed the small window.

“Dion, we must let the saintess do whatever she wants. Saintess, if you want to open the window, then do so.”

Dietrich said with a smile. It was obvious that the Grand Duke’s favorability level was quite low, but he was kind to me, whereas Dion’s favorability, which was a bit higher, was being rude to me.

“It must be a shame to leave, Saintess.”

Dietrich asked with a sweet smile. His lavender eyes twinkled beautifully. Silver hair and purple eyes. I smiled and nodded as I looked at the Grand Duke, admiring his dreamy color scheme.

The Grand Duke was recognized as a handsome man in this world. Such a handsome man was giving me a charming smile, but I nonchalantly responded to him.

When I finished targeting Ardal and Orias, my charm level exceeded the Grand Duke’s.

Both the Grand Duke and I have a charm level of 90, but I get the added title value so now it’s at 100.

“Yes, I’m a little sad to leave. Maybe I got attached to it.”

“At the time, it seemed like you wanted to leave, but I guess not.”

“What?”

The Grand Duke spoke in a meaningful tone and reopened the window I had closed.

“Keep it open until you enter the Empire. Keep enough in your eyes long enough so you don’t miss the Holy Land.”

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Haniel’s appearance, which was seen through the carriage window, gradually became distant. Ardal stood still and stared at the disappearing carriage carrying Haniel.

There was a deep sigh. He was worried about how Haniel would be treated in the Empire. Ardal turned from the carriage and looked at the Pope.

Haniel visited the Pope last night and didn’t show up until morning. Ardal could easily guess what had happened between them.

I don’t do anything like jealousy. However, Ardal only wished that the Pope would not pressure Haniel.

Perhaps aware of Ardal’s thoughts, the Pope, who was constantly looking at the disappearance of the carriage, finally turned his head.

“Follow me, Ardal. I have something to show you.”

The Pope, who spoke with a smile on his face, turned and walked away first.

When they arrived at the Pope’s office, he saw clothes neatly on the desk. Ardal frowned casually at the familiar hem.

That’s…

“This was what Haniel wore when she first came to the temple. You remember, right?”

“Yes, but why is that dress…”

The Pope said as he unfolded the neatly arranged clothes. The clean, flawless hem looked foreign. When Ardal saw the Pope’s eyes touching the garment, he stiffened himself with tension.

The clothes that had been quite dirty when Haniel first came were now as clean as new clothes… as if it was blessed by holy power.

It was natural for things to get damaged, but it was not natural at all for the damaged object to repair by itself.

It could never have happened without the use of holy power or magic.

The Pope was aware of the fact.

“Look, Ardal.”

“What are you talking about, Your Holiness?”

Ardal answered the Pope’s words stiffly. The idea that Haniel should not be caught using magic occupied his head.

“Did you notice anything strange?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Orias asked with his eyes shining. He stared at Ardal with a sharp look that made him look cold. He laid down Haniel’s clothes on the desk of his office and struck it with a dagger.

The dagger pierced through the hem and became lodged in the desk. Orias pulled the dagger out.

Before long, a small light emerged from the clothes, the hole slowly disappearing.

“Oh…”

Ardal sighed. Orias saw Ardal’s ashen face and laid the dagger down on the desk.

“Haniel has holy powers, Ardal.”

“But Your Holiness, Haniel, had nothing to do with the oracle…”

“Well, is it really irrelevant?”

Ardal, who was trying to defend Haniel, closed his mouth at the harsh response. His straight lips were full of tension. Ardal, trying to make an excuse, checked Orias’s cold expression and closed his mouth again.

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