Secret Love Affair between a Former Saint and a Dark Hero - Chapter 65
“Apologize.”
“What? You dare talk like that to me?”
“Well, who else is here but you? Apologize.”
He looked dumbfounded for a moment, then shook his head. Glaring at her with fiery eyes, he shouted at her with a booming voice that unmistakably resembled their father’s.
“You’re insane. What reason do I have to apologize to a wretch like you? You’re the one who deceived me about your illness! You should kneel and beg for forgiveness. Because of you, I had to kill my most prized horse!”
“Is that my fault?”
“My beloved horse died because you caused such an accident, so you owe me an apology!”
“Is it really serious enough that your sister who died and came back to life should kneel before you?”
If she hadn’t awakened as a saint with her powers, she would have spent several difficult days without any strength, just like in the past. Perhaps that’s why her brother didn’t act like this before.
Iora tilted her head slightly and twirled the tip of her hair with her finger.
“You’re never going to apologize to me, are you?”
“Crazy b***h, did you get hit on the head? I don’t know what you think you’re doing, acting all smug, but I’m sure you know the Crown Prince hasn’t visited you once since then. You better be prepared to hear some harsh words from Mother and Father. What, you couldn’t seduce your fiancé even once?”
Iora didn’t know why the conversation veered off in that direction. She clicked her tongue in disbelief and looked him up and down, trying to see if he was squirming or twitching. Feeling disgusted, she sighed.
“Did you chew and swallow your integrity?”
“…What?”
It’s too early for him to be surprised, this lunatic. There was a time when she was nicknamed Sharp Tongue, after all.
Iora adorned a gentle smile full of sweetness.
‘Crazy deeds require equally crazy responses.’
First and foremost, her family had to be dealt with… No, conquered. She had to make sure no one dared to touch her recklessly. Starting with this guy, her brother, who tormented Iora more than anyone else and made her suffer to the point of death.
She spat out the words in quick syllables, like she was singing a song.
“Even the trash on the roadside would be more fragrant than your mouth. Since I’ve been quietly putting up with it, you’ve become quite bold. Could there be no witnesses? How about we go to court, brother and sister, hand in hand, for attempted murder?”
He stammered, his face stiff with shock and his voice wavering like a lantern before the wind.
“…Are you insane? What’s this nonsense you’re blabbering about?”
“Nonsense?”
“Ugh!”
Iora reached out and grabbed his collar. With a little bit of her saintly strength, she pulled him close to her in a strangling grip.
“What you’re spouting is the real nonsense.”
“You, ugh, stop it now!”
“You’ve always called me a bug, haven’t you? But you’re the one squirming beneath me now, so I suppose the bug here is you.”
He made a muffled sound as his face turned red. It seemed like she was finally expressing a decade of pent-up frustration. However, it wasn’t enough for this piece of garbage.
“Do you only see women as seductresses? I wonder how much filth is packed inside that head, always capable of spewing such garbage. Every day, telling your own sister to seduce her fiancé. Ha! Spouting nonsense about seducing while you sit back doing nothing. Such a load of crap.”
“Ugh, stop…”
“Does it hurt? Is that all you’ve got?”
While glaring at his stiffened side profile, Iora murmured each word deliberately, chewing them as if savoring the taste. Her voice contained a subtle strength, still unpolished in wielding her saintly powers, but instinctively packing enough force to make the other person feel a hint of fear.
Once she pressed, it would be engraved deep into the bone—the fear, dread, and a hesitation to treat her lightly.
“Please, don’t go around saying you’re my brother. Understood?”
The well-manicured tip of her nails trailed up Janus’s clothing.
“If you go around peddling my name, I will chase you down and cut off the top of your head with the heel of my shoe.”
“…!”
She whispered, her eyes having turned icily sharp, punctuating each word with the nails pinching Janus’s earlobe until blood started to trickle.
“Do you understand?”
Janus’s frozen head nodded slowly, like a rusted machine. It might have been a foul play, but the terror he felt of being pushed to the brink by her saintly powers was undeniable. It was the same fear that Iora had always felt.
Janus mumbled something in acknowledgement before scurrying away with his tail between his legs. Watching his hasty retreat, Iora slowly lifted her lips. For the first time in a long while, she burst into laughter.
“Ahaha, hahaha!”
Tears streamed down her face. Her shoulders shook.
“Hahaha!”
How easy it was! Why had she lived without saying a word for so long?
Her first taste of revenge electrified her from head to toe.
