Secret Love Affair between a Former Saint and a Dark Hero - Chapter 78
With manners and pretense aside, it was easy to sprawl out on the bed all alone. Iora knew she should go down to the dining room for a meal, and she also knew she should change out of her formal outing dress into a more comfortable indoor dress, but everything felt bothersome.
And strangely enough, a realization dawned on her.
‘It’s really different from back then.’
It felt like playing a simulation game — one of those games where you make these choices and the character’s answers and situations change accordingly. And things were changing so rapidly that she couldn’t help but wonder how trivial and light making these changes were.
Her brother, who used to treat her like an insect, seemed to have disappeared and was now replaced by a madman who barked incessantly but had no bite. The father, who would laugh even when his daughter was on the verge of death after enduring beatings, confinement, starvation, and all kinds of miseries, now seemed to be hiding from her. The mother, who had been the most hateful and cruel among the spectators, harbored a subtle expectation and watched with surprise.
And the most absurd thing was…
‘What if the male lead’s feelings had also changed?’
While Iora’s heart pounded with excitement, she found Ovid’s actions the most repugnant. The arrogant expectation that she would never reject someone who was good-looking was as absurd as a slap in the face.
“Ha, I can’t believe it.”
Even more infuriating was the fact that she couldn’t say anything to the Crown Prince as he was babbling nonsense like an idiot. It wasn’t just because he was a Prince and a noble, creating a gap in social status that sealed her lips. She simply couldn’t respond. It happened too quickly.
“I feel angry again just thinking about it.”
In the past, he seemed like he might help, but he didn’t. He didn’t hold on to her, but he also didn’t let go. He tore her heart into pieces, and now what? He even told her he was about to do something stupid.
“He’s such a reject of a male lead.”
Of course, the languid and decadent charm of a bad, obsessively persistent male lead is the best. Sol would probably nag about her questionable taste, but she’d much rather have an unpredictable dark male lead than the seemingly gentle facade of an affectionate guy who has no sense of humor…
“Wait a moment. Isn’t that dark male lead Vigros?”
Thinking of his swaying bare white feet, a sudden burst of laughter escaped her.
It was truly a funny first meeting, looking back on it now. She couldn’t have predicted something like that happening. In the original work, such a scene didn’t exist because “The Saint’s Flower” story centered around Arcanda. The novel’s point of view wouldn’t have shown how Iora met and talked to the dark male lead, Vigros.
‘But Vigros must have chosen Arcanda, wouldn’t he?’
Because he was still the dark male lead. In the end, he went to great lengths to claim the saint by any means necessary, leading to his demise, as depicted in the ending. It’s hard to believe that such a laid-back, easy-going man would leave everything behind to win over a single person.
She wasn’t sure whether this was a twist fabricated by the author of the “The Saint’s Flower” or if Vigros truly did relentlessly pursue Arcanda in the original world.
“But…”
Iora pursed her lips.
“If he did, I’d feel a little bad. I wonder why?”
* * *
The blonde girl gently caressed her own body wrapped in the sheet. The cool sensation against her bare skin was horribly delightful. Ah, this flesh was truly beautiful.
As she lazily moved her body, feeling like a mermaid, she heard a soft knock on the door.
The girl, Arcanda, opened her eyes languidly and said quietly while covering her body with the sheet, “Come in.”
The girl, who poked her head in like a mouse into a cave, was her loyal maid, Jane. A flicker of satisfaction flashed through Arcanda’s eyes.
She was someone filled with the desire for conquest. There’s nothing quite like someone kneeling before her, prostrating, begging, begging for love. With a deep satisfaction that made her stomach churn, she wrapped her legs in the sheets and rose to her toes.
