I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 113
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However, this was merely Ivonne’s perspective.
“Johann.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“It seems we don’t have much time to waste.”
“Pardon?”
“I noticed that Ivonne’s dark circles have descended by 0.5 mm, and today her lips looked chapped.”
In reality, Herix was aware that Ivonne was not in the best condition. He hadn’t asked her directly because her recent behavior had been unusual.
‘She’s hiding something from me.’
Although he didn’t know exactly what it was, if it was Ivonne’s choice, then Herix had no option but to wait for her. That, after all, was a form of submission and loyalty.
Isn’t it a strange and intriguing relationship? Ivonne becomes a more dimensional person, enjoying diverse emotions because of Rix, while Herix becomes more one-dimensional, maintaining a fragmented heart because of Ivonne.
While they would both be happy and sympathetic if they knew, it was a difficult thing to understand due to their lack of communication. Therefore, Herix would continue to wait as he had before, hoping that Ivonne would tell him the truth.
Yet, Herix, not one to remain passive, decided to differentiate his waiting strategy.
“We’ll end the war tomorrow.”
There’s no need to wait from afar. Just as in the past and now, Ivonne is a person with enough compassion to save and comfort an injured fox she first encountered.
“It would be better to appear at least once more.”
Even if Ivonne tries to push Rix away, cut him off, or hide something forever, waiting is all that’s needed. In places where Ivonne can see him, and where he can see her.
There’s a saying that physical distance leads to emotional distance. Conversely, physical proximity brings emotional closeness.
Johann, who had been momentarily stunned, spoke a bit urgently.
“Your Highness, what exactly do you mean by ending the war tomorrow?”
“Quite literally. I will declare the end of the war tomorrow. Victory, of course, will be mine.”
As Herix stood up, he removed the clothes he had changed into while communicating with Ivonne. Johann, while attending to Herix out of habit, still looked puzzled.
“What does that mean…”
Johann was about to ask if that was possible, but soon realized that his question was futile.
Herix’s power was unmatched, rivaling that of dozens of military divisions. It was no mere exaggeration to call him a war demon driven mad by bloodshed, a soul sold to slaughter, or a demon king who had slain ten thousand monsters.
Herix, who had killed the last dragon in the Grand Old One Mountain Range alone at the age of twelve, naturally held the power to end the war at his discretion.
Thus, Johann asked a different question.
“But wasn’t it decided that the war wouldn’t end until the identity of the ‘dark green wizard’ who suddenly appeared at the Osbloom Kingdom’s stronghold was uncovered?”
The reason the war had dragged on for a week, despite Herix’s personal involvement, was solely this.
‘I’m curious about the rebellion and the grand wizard that wasn’t present before…’
The problem was that Herix’s concerns were insignificant compared to Ivonne’s chapped lips.
“I’ve grown tired of it.”
“Pardon?”
“I’m going to kill them.”
“Ah, Your Highness?”
“Why not?”
Herix was indifferent now. The kingdom could be destroyed, and the wizard could be killed.
“It should have been done like this from the start. I should have returned on the first day or the next…”
Herix muttered impatiently.
“Did she skip a meal? Was the side dish I prepared not to her liking? Even though summer has passed, did I make the food too greasy? Is it possible she was tired from doing household chores?”
He was so disoriented that he began to babble out loud something he would usually only think in his head. Johann, listening to this, was oblivious to the fact that his social grace was slipping away.
Thus, the rebellion prepared by the Osbloom Kingdom, which had even employed a grand wizard, was set to be resolved by the next day.
However, at this time, Herix was unaware of one thing: Ivonne was currently in Ortensia Republic, not at the Tens Mansion.
The next day, the Sortenic Empire suppressed the rebellion of the Osbloom Kingdom without much difficulty, as if the ongoing war had merely been a way to show leniency.
As usual, Herix had dispatched all the knights of the Sortenic Empire. Having stepped onto the battlefield alone, he moved with an unyielding grace, and soon the area behind his jet-black armor was littered with blood and corpses.
It was unclear how he managed to both massacre and defend. The only life that survived that battlefield was Herix Glacian Questiago. If those who perished could speak, they would have described him as follows:
‘A god of death has descended.’
However, the dead remain silent, and their corpses must be left in eternal rest. No one knew the full truth.
Meanwhile, the dark green wizard, who had revealed his true colors, was soon left in despair. He retreated immediately from the battlefield and vanished from sight.
