I, Who Was Dismissed as Worthless Failure by my Family and Fiancée, Discovered I had Reincarnated as a Game Character I Raised with Great Care and Vowed to Take Control of my Life and Defy Anyone who Opposes Me. - Chapter 127: Just Imagining Makes Me Angry

Chapter 127: Just Imagining Makes Me Angry

Standing in front of Prevost’s waiting room, I suppress any negative emotions and knock on the door three times.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Hildegard von Luxenheim…”

“Oh, my Hildegard, you don’t need to knock. You can just come in. You’re serious in strange ways… That’s precisely why you became a saint and why no one should overlook such a woman to have her by their side.”

Then, Prevost starts muttering incomprehensible words, mixing them with sighs.

When did I become Prevost’s Hildegard?

I despise this part as well; it’s unbearable.

“Excuse me.”

With permission to enter, I open the door to the room where Prevost must be waiting and step inside.

There, his face glistened with oil, his thinning hair unkempt and greasy, and his face was covered in pimples.

His body is quite plump, and just imagining how much food he eats in a day infuriates me.

If Prevost had given even a fraction of the food he wastefully eats to the orphans, how many of them could have been saved? Such thoughts are pointless, yet they still cross my mind.

To describe Prevost in one word, ugly would suffice, and not many would fit this word so well.

“Come on, stop standing there and take a seat next to me.”

“… Understood, Prevost-sama.”

As I was thinking about this, Prevost urged me to sit beside him with a disgusting exhale.

“You know, I understand that you like me, but it’s quite something to remain shy for so long. Well, it’s also endearing to stay innocent like that…” 

As I took the seat next to Prevost, he placed his hand on my thigh without asking permission, caressing it as if it were something natural.

“Uh…”

“What’s the matter?”

“No, it’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“Hmm, I see. Are you moved by meeting me? You’re such a cute one, Hildegard.”

Though I felt repulsed and nauseous by his actions, I managed to suppress my discomfort, and apparently, Prevost interpreted it as a positive response. I was relieved that I could keep it hidden within myself.

“So, Hildegard…”

“…W-What is it, Prevost-sama?”