MPBGS 7

Chapter : 07

If that was the case, it was clear he had chosen the wrong target. The one offered as a sacrifice should be innocent. How foolish of him to burden Kanna with such a crime. Even if Kanna were killed, the man’s wish would never come true.

The man slashed Kanna’s neck. A humming tune could be heard. Once again, Kanna put words to the man’s humming, wishing him the most miserable death imaginable.

If that was too much, then at the very least, Kanna’s death should not benefit that man at all. Whatever he summoned should grant him no wishes.

And then, salvation appeared for Kanna once more.

With a loud crash, the door was smashed open. Moonlight seeped in through the wide-open doorway. The door had opened. Even if it wasn’t the window her sister had mentioned, it was unmistakably a sign of hope.

A snow-white woman bathed in moonlight appeared, indistinguishable from the angel the man had spoken of.

“Unnie!”

When Kanna saw her sister step out from behind the woman, it felt as if her heart had stopped. Just seeing her sister was enough to release the tension from her entire body.

The woman who had given holy water to her sister was none other than Evangeline Rohanson.

Kanna realized this and was taken aback. Had she felt inferior to this person? Or had she even been right to? Donau, the man, had no doubt that he had summoned Evangeline Rohanson. And in fact, Kanna, seeing the scene before her, could hardly deny it either.

“You’re Kanna, right? What should I do with Donau?”

As Evangeline looked at Kanna, dozens of other eyes also turned toward her. Spheres clustered together flickered in unison.

The sight of countless eyes blinking simultaneously made them feel like a single organism. Eyelids? No—since they were pulsing, they seemed more like flesh than lids.

And it seemed that only Kanna and the man could see them.

The man, lifted into the air and choked by an unseen force behind Evangeline, writhed as the blinking eyes came near. Her sister seemed to see nothing but him. If she could see the dozens of clustered eyes, she wouldn’t be so calm.

“Should I imprison him forever?”

The man had summoned Evangeline, yet it was Kanna who was asked for her opinion. She shook her head.

“How’s his neck?”

“Perfect!”

The eyes focused on the man’s neck. When Kanna gave a positive response, Evangeline nodded. The eyes arched brightly, as if rejoicing.

The man’s body began to creak and move. He tried in vain to resist the intangible force controlling him.

When he wielded a knife against someone else’s neck, he looked delighted. But now, when the knife’s tip was aimed at himself, he seemed to falter.

His arms bent inward, but he tried to straighten them outward, and his bones twisted against the force. As his resistance weakened, the knife moved freely.

The man pierced his own neck. Perhaps it wasn’t by his own will, but it appeared as if it were. All the spectators watched—except for Evangeline.

“More! More!”

When Kanna egged him on, the sequence repeated as if she were asking for an encore.

“Did you see that?”

“Yes. He stabbed his own neck.”

It continued until the man could no longer resist.

“Sorry. He’s dead now.”

Evangeline scolded the man who could not satisfy Kanna’s desire. Kanna modestly replied:

“It’s fine. This is enough for me.”

Enough indeed. Kanna understood why Evangeline had made the man stab himself. Suicide was the ultimate sin. Those who took a life granted by God with their own hands were not granted mercy.

The man, abandoned by Evangeline, would also be abandoned by God. Only one place awaited his soul.

Behind them, flames rose. Hellfire had come to meet the man. The heat hit Kanna’s face like the warm embrace of her sister or the midday sun.

Donau stood bathed in brilliant light.

‘Our house isn’t this bright,’ he thought.

There was only one candle. Surely that alone couldn’t produce such brightness. Then he recalled that the chandeliers in the Rohanson mansion were like this—brilliant. Multiple candles perched on its ornate branches.

Yes. This was the light of the chandelier. Evangeline Rohanson. The demon Donau had summoned had granted his wish! And now he was standing beneath the chandelier in the mansion. All this luxury for the life of a mere girl—quite a fair trade, indeed.

Donau pondered what he would do next. He had countless desires if he became a noble. But one thought came first:

Seek out Count Rohanson, who had taken his title. And, as he had been beaten, strike the count and give him a disdainful glare. Humming, Donau followed the chandelier’s light.

The floating spheres behind him blinked as they watched his receding figure. Had Donau turned around, he might have seen them—but he didn’t.

While gazing at Donau’s burning house, the surroundings grew chaotic. Neighbors seemed to evacuate after noticing the smoke. Or not? Perhaps they were just watching the fire.

Someone, either out of conscience or during a patrol, had reported it, and knights soon arrived to manage the scene.

True to the romantic-fantasy setting, the knights wore elegant white uniforms with flowing capes instead of armor. Among them, one particularly radiant man approached. Hena blocked his path, but he patted her shoulder reassuringly.

“Excuse me.”

The man bowed slightly, revealing sleek black hair, piercing blue eyes, and striking features.

Whoa. Why is he so handsome? His voice was cool and detached, but he was absurdly good-looking—enough to make someone invent memories of him.

Wait… I’m feeling uneasy.

A handsome, cold, black-haired knight? In this world without a crown prince or northern duke, wouldn’t the next male lead be the knight commander? Well, maybe. Better not assume.

“I am Gabriel, commander of the Phalaros Knights.”

What? He’s the commander. Definitely the male lead!

“And may I ask why you are here, my lady? This does not seem a suitable place for a stroll.”

‘My lady?’ Surely he doesn’t know me. I shivered briefly, realizing he had just introduced himself. Whew, still a stranger. She had a servant with her, and Evangeline looked noble, so ‘my lady’ made sense.

Moreover, if he knew Evangeline, he wouldn’t have been so formal. Male leads normally despise villainesses. In romance-fantasy, villainesses often get their heads cut off.

Male leads only like villainesses who repent in reincarnation stories. Wait… does that mean I fit that role?

I am possessed, yes. I follow the repentance route, yes. Now all that’s left is the line, “Why do you like me instead of the heroine?” Finally, the romance-fantasy scenario feels real.

Thinking of him as the male lead, his cold expression suddenly seemed full of story. Yet, no matter how handsome he was, being from a literary world, I didn’t feel romantic emotions. Is this a fail in romance-fantasy?

The male lead frowned. Right, I had to answer. What did he ask? Why was I here?

This first impression was critical. The point of divergence between life and decapitation was now. Time for the villainess escape!

“I didn’t come for a stroll. I came looking for someone.”

“Someone?”

“The owner of that burning house is my servant.”

“Have you found your servant then?”

“Yes. She’s inside.”

Speaking formally felt awkward. I pointed to the blazing house as if it were no big deal.

Surely I wasn’t rushing in heroically to save her? Worried, I added:

“She’s already dead. Don’t worry about it.”

His expression darkened further. Did I sound too calm saying someone had died? But Donau deserved death anyway!

“You must explain how you know this.”

Explain? Right, for reports, they’d need to know who died and how the fire started. But where should I even start? Saying Donau committed suicide and summoned a fire spirit—would he believe me?

Could they accuse me of killing and burning the house to destroy evidence, thanks to Evangeline’s infamous reputation? Too possible. Was my villainess escape doomed?

Kanna stepped forward.

“Sir Knight! I’ll explain!”

A younger girl stepping forward to protect me made my heart swell. Perhaps gratitude is returned in kind.

The male lead nodded, signaling her to speak.

“Donau’s servant kidnapped me.”

“Kidnapped? Are you unharmed?”

“I’m fine. The lady came to save me. My sister asked for help, and the lady came with her. Donau panicked and set the house on fire while fleeing.”

“That explains why you said she died?”

“With flames that high, she couldn’t have survived. The lady and my sister escaped with me and didn’t have time to save Donau.”

This sounded far more believable than claiming a summoned spirit caused the fire.

The male lead trusted Kanna. He even expressed concern for her well-being. She seemed far more relaxed than when interacting with me. Wait… could it be?

In an instant, all the romance-fantasy covers I had read flashed through my mind: a red-haired heroine and a black-haired male lead?

“Crazy. Kanna is the heroine!”