The Villainess Who Was Dumped Got Married into My Family, a Mob Noble from the Frontier, and Turns Out, She's an Amazing Capable Wife? - Chapter 122: Ragna is Not a Demon

Chapter 122: Ragna is Not a Demon

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? A soul transfer.”

That’s what Patricia said.

“The ancient sage worshipped by the people of this country plans to take over that fool’s body and start over. To reunite with the saintess he loved in the past, and this time, to be with her.”

In the original history, or rather in the game world, that was their destined fate. It was truly a miniature garden.

“To meet again, it’s an incredible chance, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” 

I nodded in agreement with Alicia’s muttered remark.

The souls of the dead remain within the barrier and never dissipate.

Reincarnation occurs only within the country. 

Considering that, it’s an incredible magic.

Such magic was realized by using all the citizens born within the barrier as offerings.

“That barrier distorts fate and turns even coincidences into inevitabilities. It’s not just about probability. It’s a device to turn a stalker’s delusions into reality.”

Patricia said, glaring at me.

“Even though I knew that, I followed the scenario that was created, but everything got ruined because of that savage over there… Sigh.”

“If I hadn’t, both Alicia and I would have been killed by you.”

Accepting the impending doom ahead? 

That’s not allowed in the Brave family. 

Even if reduced to just a head, the Brave family fights to the end.

“It’s obvious I’d ruin your plan if it inconveniences me.”

“You didn’t kill me. Instead, you killed Jelasis. That leaves us at a negative. So take responsibility and die, making it even.”

“Stop arguing now. We’re supposed to be looking for Mariana, right?”

Alicia intervened, so I decided to back down. 

Patricia always had a knack for twisted logic. 

Life and death aren’t about pluses and minuses; they are simply facts.

“Fine, let’s go. I’ve been observing the situation from a distance, and I have a pretty good idea where she is.”

“Where is she?”

I was about to ask where Mariana was when Alicia stopped me.

Asking would probably just lead to another “Why should I tell you?” argument.

Ugh, how annoying.

I decided to pretend I already knew since Patricia would probably gloat about sharing information otherwise. 

The royal family is like a backup carrying the sage’s blood. 

Among them, Edward is practically the sage’s ideal form. 

Despite going bald, if he grew his hair back, he’d be a spitting image.

Before he could be reduced to ashes in our battle, Belial appeared and took him away, forcibly advancing the scenario.

So where did Mariana go? 

Or rather, who took her during this school festival?

“Well, she’s probably with Headmaster Vorsea.”

“That’s right, she’s with Headmaster Vorsea—don’t interrupt me, you creep!”

Patricia proudly stated to Alicia, puffing out her flat chest. But I had anticipated her and cut her off, ruining her moment. 

Serves her right!

I thought to myself, but since Patricia and I both knew the game’s scenario, it was easy to deduce.

“You see, she’s still uncomfortable around the other nobles.”

“Yes, she’s no longer fainting around the student council, but with other students… yeah, she wouldn’t just tag along.”

Mariana always ran away from nobles without question.

“So, if she left before returning to us, it’s likely she was called by the headmaster.”

Patricia tried various ways to keep Mariana away, but it was Vorsea who brought her to the academy. 

He also supported her financially, so she couldn’t ignore him.

Vorsea, who was said to be the sage of this generation, had told me everything as if he knew it all—the history involving the sage, the saint, and the hero.

“Fine, let’s go to the headmaster’s office then.”

“That’s obviously dangerous.”

I stopped Patricia, who started walking with her usual haughty attitude.

In the game, Vorsea was a helper character. 

But if he acted according to the sage’s ideals, he might not be our ally.

“That’s something you need to handle. He’s your friend, right?”

“You’re really treating me like a disposable pawn.”

“That’s right, a valuable pawn that won’t die even if its head is cut off.”

Patricia smiled sweetly as she said this.

“Haha, Jelasis called you a monster, and it’s true, isn’t it? — It’s hard to tell which of you is the real demon.”

“That’s a harsh thing to say.”

Since it was true, I didn’t bother to argue.

I’ve inherited the power of the hero that runs in my bloodline, but what exactly is ‘that’ power?

I’ve tried to figure it out, but I haven’t succeeded.

Sebas said that the hero, the saint, and the sage are manifestations of human subconscious desires.

“Ragna is not a demon.”

As I pondered this, Alicia spoke up in my defense.

She continued.

“The Brave family isn’t so weak that we need to rely on forbidden powers.”

“Alicia…”

“Actually, I should say we’re not so soft. If we relied on demons, no amount of lives would be enough.”

Huh? Alicia…?

“There are countless monsters and dungeons, and we’re thrown into the middle of it, expected to survive. Making a deal with a demon would almost be easier.”

Just when I thought she was saying something nice, she started talking about how ridiculous the Brave territory is.

“Hey, Brave, what did you do to Alicia? I remember you two went home together.”

“Yeah, we just did normal training in the dungeon. Like pushing her off a cliff into a place swarming with monsters.”

So, it scared her that much. She held a grudge about being pushed off during dungeon boot camp.

“You what… she’s your fiancée, right?”

“Huh? Does that matter?”

“…”

Clive looked at me in shock.

What? She said she wanted to do it, so we did it. 

What’s the problem?

“Well, whatever.”

Patricia turned back around and started walking again.

“As long as we can deal with the current sage and that troublesome demon, it’s fine.”

“You keep relying on me, but you should fight too.”

“I have things to do while you’re fighting. Don’t worry, I’ll protect what you want to protect.”

We continued down the hallway until we finally reached the headmaster’s office.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if anyone would be there.

If Vorsea was our enemy, it wouldn’t make sense for him to be here; he’d be out working towards his goal.

“Welcome.”

When I opened the door, Vorsea was standing with his back to us, looking out the window at the sky. 

He was waiting for us.

TLN:
We’re upto raws, the last update was on June 02, 2024. 

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