I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband - Chapter 87-1

This is crazy. What’s going on? Now he was making her swear using her noble mouth. Looking back, people were being pushed out of the temple like fallen leaves.

The Crown Prince approached her one step at a time. The Crown Prince’s pupils dilated. The fangs he exposed between his smiling lips were also excessively sharp.

Louella didn’t think he was human.…? She backed away from the Crown Prince. If she got bitten by that thing, she felt like her skin would be ripped off. What the hell is going on here? Wasn’t he a prince?

“Louella.” The voice of the Crown Prince was strongly mixed with heavy brassy metal.

It didn’t feel like he was talking to her, and it felt like his voice had two voices overlapped. The Crown Prince reached out and grabbed her arm. She tried to escape, but she couldn’t move.

“My bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“It meant that I won the silent war over you. I called you here and my god locked you up here.”

“Your Highness!” The Crown Prince’s eyes flashed sharply. He bent over toward her.

The prince, who came close, smelled fishy which he had never smelled before. It was the smell of blood. Louella shivered with goosebumps down her spine.

“I have to stay calm until you become my bride because I will do vulgar things.”

“Why would I marry you?” She hit the Crown Prince’s shoulder with her fist, but it didn’t work.

The Crown Prince stood still and skimmed his lips with his tongue. The figure looked meaner than anyone else.

“Let go of me! Do you think my family will stay still? Is this your own Empire? Will the nobles sit still? The aristocrats will rise up when they know that the daughter of the great nobility is being held in this way. Think rationally, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

“Because of reason…” The Crown Prince laughed.

Even his figure didn’t look normal. What made the Crown Prince look like that?

“This world is mine.” There was a hissing sound from the Crown Prince.

“I took this world away from my brother. Empire? The nobles? What does that matter? It is humans who must die if I tell them to die, and if they tell me to live, they have to live. It’s originally mine… Why should I care about yours when you are also nothing more than a byproduct?”

He was not the Crown Prince. Louella was convinced. Seeing him make such a noise, it seemed that something he had in mind popped out. Behind the Crown Prince, a statue of a white snake and a dragon was seen.

It was their god in many shapes. A savior who was born as a twin and is known to have defeated his brother and protected us from chaos.

“God Uroboros…” The Crown Prince smiled. But he was no longer the Crown Prince.

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Gerald vomited blood as he was seen lying on the floor. The blood emitted through his mouth was black, not red. Flora and Merce, who immediately stood up, ran towards Gerald.

Merce, who helped to raise Gerald, asked, wiping the corners of his mouth.

“Are you all right, Gerald?”

“……Yes.” Gerald nodded.

He felt like his stomach was going to flow back because of the concussion, but he endured it with his teeth clenched. Gerald, who staggered to his feet, stared at the temple. There was a strong sense of rejection.

Mercedes and Flora’s eyes also headed toward the temple. They seemed to have a different sense of rejection than before.

“Louella……Louella couldn’t come out. What should I do?” Merce sighed as she hit her forehead.

Merce’s eyes were fluttering with anger. She didn’t expect this to happen. She knew the Crown Prince had a strange obsession with Louella, but…….

Merce asked Gerald. “I’ve been trying to pretend that I don’t know anything, Jeje. You and Loeella will have to take care of it. There must be a reason why you can’t say it and I know it. I just realized that it was my job to watch the two of you and give support from behind, as a parent. I took it for granted that you were grown up and no longer children under my protection. But.”

Merce put her hand on Gerald’s arm. “I should know. Tell me in detail why this is happening.”

There was a sound of teeth grinding from Merce’s gums. Gerald laughed bitterly. He thought he could do anything well this time. But this time, Gerald didn’t do anything right.

“Yes, Duchess.”

“I think you’re hurt, so I’ll treat you first. Louella will be fine, Flora. You don’t have to worry too much. The Crown Prince, no matter how crazy he is, doesn’t seem to think that he would harm her, too.” Merce told Flora with a comforting smile.

But even when she said that Merce did not have the peace of mind she wanted to have. She just wanted to believe that it was it. The Crown Prince wouldn’t harm Louella, right? Merce was biting her lips tightly.

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