Secret Love Affair between a Former Saint and a Dark Hero - Chapter 80
Unlike her adversaries who needed to be punished in revenge and have the true colors revealed, these two were more akin to her right and left hand who she could very well end up spending a long time with.
Iora greeted them with as friendly a smile as she could muster. No, she tried to greet them. She couldn’t help but stiffen the moment she saw them.
‘What’s this? Is that Guillen von Vendas?’
Iora knew all too well the damned original bindings of this fictional world, which was why the women who became Iora had to die constantly. So if this newcomer matched the description she’d seen so many times in 『The Saint’s Flower』, there was almost a hundred percent chance it was him.
Narrow-eyed, claw-like scars across his cheeks, a tall, solid build, and navy blue hair—he was a handsome man with vivid green eyes. With a slight nod of his head, the man introduced himself.
“Nice to meet you, Lady Ribandt. My name is Guillen von Vendas. I am the third son of the Vendas family, and currently a senior knight serving the Ribandt Marquisate.”
The moment she heard his deep, resonant voice, the words of the original text flashed before her eyes. Her memory had improved so much since her awakening as a saint that she could even see visions.
“I have always admired you, Lady Saint. It is a great honor to serve by your side. I will dedicate my life to guarding your safety.”
His firm conviction flowing through his stern face was so strong that it eased Arcanda’s uneasy heart. He said he had been assigned by Ovid, and she smiled in a way that made her feel as if the Prince was right there with her.
Unaware of the knight’s eyes that slowly softened as they met hers, the woman spoke in a beautiful voice and held out her hand. Her white and delicate hand reached out to the kneeling man.
“Nice to meet you, Guillen. I look forward to working with you.”
“…Thank you, Lady Saint.”
That was the first encounter between the Saint Arcanda and her guardian knight, Guillen von Vendas.」
Iora clicked my tongue inwardly, hiding my tired expression. She clearly recognized Guillen because of the strong impression he had in the 『The Saint’s Flower』and how that scene made Arcanda’s alluring charm as a female lead all the more clear.
The part Sol and she had laughed about while discussing was Guillen’s introduction. The moment he appeared, he exuded a manly aura, captivated Arcanda’s gaze, and consistently demonstrated his knightly dedication to her—a typical second male lead with an unrequited love who showered the female lead with affection.
‘The enchanting Arcanda who captivated people with just a glance!’
The captive in question was none other than Guillen.
‘Why would someone going to Arcanda come to me? Besides, that man Guillen must be an enormous fan of her, right?’
This was incomprehensible. The unfolding events, deviating from the known facts, deeply unsettled her. She even wondered if the novel world of 『The Saint’s Flower』 had given her Guillen as a way of throwing off her current, untroubled self.
Iora didn’t realize it, but she was looking at him with such serious concern that she was almost glaring at him.
She didn’t know that the knight, who already harbored no positive emotions, was further hardening his expression. The pale-faced girl who had been watching from the sidelines couldn’t bear it any longer and unexpectedly wedged herself between them.
Her large eyes were very impressive. “Ah, h-hello!”
“And you are?”
“I-I’m Shana. I’m from the common folk…”
Iora pursed her lips for a moment.
Shana had curly, broccoli-like red hair that sprouted in abundance. It resembled a large mushroom. Her big black eyes, like polished obsidian, looked crystal clear without a trace of imperfection. When she glanced up while slightly tilting her head, those large eyes seemed to make her look like…
‘A cat in boots!’
Shana was unbelievably cute. However, Iora couldn’t afford to show a weak and helpless side, not with the initial impression she had to uphold. Iora resisted the urge to pinch those cute cheeks. Iora dug her nails into her palms until they were raw. Her new, murderously cute maid looked at her wide-eyed and wondered what she was thinking, who was tearfully moved, mustered the courage to speak.
“From now on, please t-take care of me!”
Of course I’ll take care of you, cutie, Iora thought to herself and smiled broadly.
