The Obsessive Second Male Lead Has Gone Wild - Chapter 11
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“Would you like to meet with us?”
Instead of answering, he wiped his bangs.
It was intended to merely move aside the disturbed hair, but it took nearly everyone’s breath away. The gesture stole the show.
Beautiful Paladin Kaneshel Incruder.
He was a sub-southerner destined to die, as did Rurutia.
His refusal to answer was an unwanted answer.
However, the Duke of Brucke could not enter the temple, where all the rules must be observed.
Rurutia knew this and thought she had finally found an escape away from her father’s dominance.
Even if she was reluctant, she had no intention of changing the answer to follow.
Kaneshel was a man with lots of power that greatly twisted the atmosphere of every room he was in. With him, my life, which is a mess, will change a little, thought Rurutia.
“I’ll follow you.”
“Wow, I’m going to take you in, in the future!”
As soon as Rurutia’s answer was over, the paladins cheered cheerfully, and they respectfully gathered her in their embrace.
* * *
Guided by the paladins, Rurutia headed to the Knights’ building.
Rurutia was uneasy and rubbed her hand.
Gael Brucke, whose experiments were more important than his daughter’s wedding, did not attend the ceremony.
Even though I was able to get the paladins’ attention, I knew my father would never come out.
Fortunately, the temple was the only chapter that was not influenced by the aristocracy. Even an angry father would not be able to get his influence across at the temple.
But it didn’t stop her from worrying.
The temple was buzzing with activity.
The Temple of Crescentia belonged to the Holy Nation, not the East. However, the Holy Nation had long since broken exchanges and become a hostile nation.
Because religion had no borders, temples remained in the East.
However, with the recent suspension of all official activities, many bad stories have circulated.
Nevertheless, she followed the paladins.
“Whatever, it was better than being in my father’s house.”
Judging by the attitude of the paladins, it seemed that even if your abilities proved lacking, you wouldn’t be slapped for not getting the task done, unlike with her father.
She knew she had to look at the results in the end, even if she had to gamble with her life.
One of the leading paladins turned his head and looked at Rurutia. Rurutia, with her eyes meeting his gaze, blinked several times.
He was a man donning blonds and greens on his white, tall shoulders.
He smiled and walked fast.
The paladins were all in white and armed.
Rurutia felt a little nervous because he was standing right in front of her.
“It’s not too late for an introduction. I’m called Cronu Erebus, the Vice President.”
She nodded. Their meeting was soon interrupted by a driver of a cart who suddenly appeared before them singing loudly.
“It’s Brucke! She’s a big celebrity!” The driver screamed strangely.
Surrounded by strangers, she was forced to relax a little.
The discipline of the singing professions was different from that of the ordinary aristocrats. Was this a mistake?
What excuse do I use? she asked herself.
He struck his hand, clenched both his hands into fists, and screamed, “Oh, you’re good, even your voice. It’s like that of a famous singer who received God’s rewards.”
Cronu was as impressed as the goddess probably was.
Rurutia was not accustomed to the praise.
“No, I don’t know. It seems that all of you have given me a great gift even though I’ll probably never get used to the idea of seeing the President every day.”
Rurutia recalled Kaneshel. The real-life of Kaneshel, who was thought to be as beautiful as anyone else in the city, who became even more than he could have ever imagined.
The glowing purple eyes of the priest seemed to have a lot of stories to say.
He seemed a little sad when she last encountered him, but he was well suited for his role.
The death of Kaneshel will be a great loss for the Empire.
Coincidentally, Rurutia knew how to save him.
“You’ve married our President. You’re on your way!”
It felt like the impact had not cleared before the next compliment struck her. This will be a good place to call home.