The Reward for Saving The World is a Husband - Chapter 48
“That’s fortunate. It wouldn’t be wise to make an enemy of Count Rachdel.”
“I know, I know.”
“I told you before, didn’t I? He’s a man with a strong sense of responsibility. He wouldn’t just sit back if someone he rescued was being threatened. If I had been there…”
“You would have stopped me, of course.”
“You know me well.”
Under Crow’s barrage of nagging, Heerin trudged into the building.
She had sent him away on an important mission, intending to carry out her plan in his absence. Whether Crow was oblivious or just pretending not to notice, she couldn’t tell.
‘I wish this guy had been Elesha’s pair instead.’
It would have been killing two birds with one stone—getting rid of this annoying nag and keeping an eye on the seed of destruction.
Of course, Crow had dedicated himself to a life of celibacy within the order, but if it were for the sake of saving the world, he would surely sacrifice himself without hesitation.
‘Honestly, anyone would be better than Elias Rachdel!’
He was not the kind of man who could experience love. He was ruthless, seeing both friends and women as mere tools to be used.
Heerin was certain that the only reason he kept Elesha under his protection was because he sensed she could be useful to him.
There was a clear reason why Heerin believed this.
Like many saintesses, she was born with memories of her past life and knew the “genre” of this world and the events that were to unfold.
What the gods referred to as “fragments of the world” had come to Heerin in her previous life in the form of a novel.
The content of that novel, tucked away in the corner of her school library, was a clichéd romance fantasy.
An imperial succession battle, the status difference between the male and female leads, inevitable misunderstandings and conflicts, and, of course, the appearance of a secondary male lead—elements found in more than half of such novels.
Though the overarching plot was about the competition to determine the ruler of the empire, the focus was clearly on the romance, making the ending all too predictable.
Or so she had thought, up until just a few days ago.
‘How did this standard romance fantasy suddenly turn into a tale about an apocalyptic disaster from another world?’
For a commoner like her, crouched within the protective walls of the temple, hoping that the grand romance between the heroine and hero would blow over, this was far too great a trial.
Danger! Danger!
The god who had always protected her had fallen into a panic, sending nothing but these frantic warnings, which provided no real help.
“What’s even happening?”
“What do you mean?”
“Ah! You scared me!”
Jumping in surprise, Heerin turned around to find Crow standing at the open door, staring blankly at her.
“Did you follow me all the way here?”
“I thought you might have something for me to do.”
Crow shrugged as he spoke.
“Oh, right!”
Just as she expected, Heerin clapped her hands together and said,
“Do you have that invitation from Tenaclade? The one for the head’s birthday celebration or whatever?”
“I discarded it after you said you wouldn’t attend.”
“Would it look bad if I changed my mind?”
“Yes, it would.”
Heerin bit her lip in frustration and glared at Crow, then slammed her hand on the nearby table.
“No, I’m the guest of honor! They didn’t invite me to Tenaclade just to wine and dine me. Someone in the family is sick, right? Was it hair loss?”
“Wasn’t it erectile dysfunction?”
“Whatever it is! I can change my mind if I’m going to cure a serious illness. Tell them I’ll attend, bless them, and in return, invite Count Rachdel and the person he’s protecting.”
“….”
Crow gave her a long, pointed look, but Heerin steadfastly avoided his gaze. Even she had some conscience left.
“Just like that…”
“It’s for the safety of the world.”
“….”
“It really is!”
Crow sighed deeply and replied,
“Understood. I’ll draft the letter within the hour.”
