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 84: The Bloodline of the Hero

Chapter 84: The Bloodline of the Hero

I tilted my head at the conversation between the two, who talked about the Brave bloodline and the hero as if it were natural.

“Didn’t you know? Even though you’re from the Brave family.”

“It can’t be helped,” 

Edward shrugged his shoulders. 

“Even in the royal family, the information is fragmentary and much of it has been destroyed. It’s been kept secret.”

Apparently, the ancestor of the Brave family was the hero from the time when the ancient sage lived.

“Surprised, Barbarian? I was planning to tell you at the right time, but I got excited and let it slip!” 

Edward snorted and continued, “Careless of me!”

“I wanted to reveal at the Sage Festival that the Hound, or should I say the Barbarian, is actually from the bloodline of the ancient hero in front of the nobles! Fufun!”

Edward grumbled about the derailed plan, but I thought he was insane for revealing the hidden title.

There’s no point in keeping it a secret if you’re going to reveal it. Or is it because he enjoys the thrill of revealing it?

More than that, I thought the most dangerous thing was Edward’s weird title being publicly announced. I had to stop it, no matter what.

“It’s just a secret name, so don’t say it in public, or I’ll kill you.”

“If the Barbarian says so, then it can’t be helped.”

It’s not something that should just end with “it can’t be helped.” Yet, he remained unruffled even in the face of my serious threat. He’s definitely not an ordinary guy.

On the other hand, Wendy looked uncomfortable, her face pale as she fidgeted nervously.

“What’s wrong, Wendy? Do you need the restroom? There’s one in the student council room.”

“That’s not it. I’m just amazed you can stay calm in that killing intent.”

“Fufun, this killing intent, nurtured by a heavy fate, is rare in this capital. For someone walking the path of shadows, it’s important to get used to it by constantly being exposed to it… Ahem.”

While I was stunned by his extreme words, he suddenly coughed up blood and fainted, apparently just holding on by sheer willpower. 

Yet, he had a strangely satisfied expression on his face. He’s not just unusual; he’s downright weird.

“Why would someone who was once the crown prince of a country end up like this?”

“I have no idea.”

I replied to Wendy, who was looking down at the unconscious Edward as if he were filth.

He ended up like this on his own.

I’d like to know why, too.

This all happened because Patricia abandoned his route halfway through, and I merely got in the way. 

What? It’s my fault for stealing the sacred artifact? 

Well, if Patricia hadn’t tried to take over from the beginning, none of this would have happened. It’s not my problem.

While I was thinking about all this, Wendy murmured,

“Around 300 years ago, the sage, hero, and saint brought peace to this world ravaged by human wars and monster survival battles. That barrier is a symbol of that.”

Through the student council room’s window, the night sky was visible, with a giant protective barrier faintly spreading like a membrane.

“At that time, it’s said the sage and the hero parted ways.”

“Using the saint’s body, no wonder the hero got mad, yeah?”

If the hero loved the saint…

And if the ancient sage created the world we live in now, it feels like a planned love story for the saint’s reincarnation to meet her descendants again.

It’s really annoying. No matter how hard Alicia tried from the beginning, it seemed like this outcome was predetermined, and that irritated me.

“According to what I’ve been told, it was recorded that those times were unavoidable. The people were exhausted from endless wars.”

Aetherdam focused on protecting the remaining citizens in the capital, while the Brave family established their territory near the monster-infested Ydaina Mountains.

“The current nobles dislike the Brave family partly because of the blood pact, and it has evolved over time. The Brave bloodline doesn’t adhere to such binding forces.”

“Specially made, then?”

“Who knows? I don’t know the details. I’ve been told not to touch the Brave because it’s a troublesome lineage that will resist until the very end. So, no trouble if you avoid the Brave.”

Suddenly, I was told an old story. 

Hearing about the hero, saint, and sage, these special bloodlines made me feel like my efforts up to now were being denied. It was unpleasant.

Seeing Edward faint with a happy look on his face after coughing up blood, I understood a bit of what he might have been feeling.

“So, Brave, what should we do?”

“What do you mean?”

“With the upcoming coup for the throne, if that baldy loses his claim, I’m dead.”

“Isn’t that his own fault?”

“…Heartless.”

Wendy said with a blank expression.

Who’s really the heartless one here?

“I’ve shared the information. I’ll take care of the surveillance now. Since I’ve switched sides, I’d like to survive.”

Wendy continued,

“To stay alive, both I and the baldy need to fight. And he’s probably planning to drag you into it, or rather, he wants a front-row seat to watch you fight.”

“Ugh…”

The thought of teaming up with this baldy felt really unpleasant. More annoying than being called a hero.

Because, he’d likely be saying things like, ‘Hmph! As expected of the Hero!’ every time we fought, acting like it was his own achievement.

Too much to handle!

“The decision is yours. But even if you step back, once our connection is known, the nobility will likely increase their vigilance and make a move.”

“So, whichever path we take, it ends up the same.”

“Exactly.”

“Then, my answer is―”