The Villain is Being Suspiciously Kind

Chapter 64

Meanwhile, Elaina was silently appalled that Citrina was sitting in the box seats side-by-side with the duke and princess. She couldn’t even see what the opera was about.

‘It’s about nothing, and you dare to sit in the box seats.’

It felt like a badge of honor that she had won Princess Iana’s favor. Without any effort or any ambition!
Elaina gritted her teeth. Her sister was the one who should have been avenged by Elaina, who should have been broken, who should have lost everything, and who should be desperately clinging to life.
So why was she not broken?
The sight of that overly happy face was horrifying. All that Elaina had suffered at the academy was because of Citrina.

‘What should I do? What should I do….’

Since she was appointed as a paladin she had only thought of this question, but she couldn’t find an answer. How could she kill her?
Wait, kill?
She said kill out of anger, but she didn’t really mean to kill her.
Her thoughts suddenly turned to extremes. Elaina clenched her fists.
Think, think, think,
Elaina Foluin!
However, the timing was a little off. The short opera was over. The lights flickered on in the auditorium and the curtain rose.

“All hail the princess!”

Everyone stood up and clapped. The applause died down and the guests in the box seats left.
Right, Citrina had left and Elaina was still here. As Elaina stood there dumbfounded, someone called out to her.

“Paladin Elaina-nim!”
“Yes.”
“They say there won’t be a banquet after the opera. I guess Her Highness the princess is shy.”
“Ah, I…see.”
“Ah! We’ve decided to have a small tea party. Would you like to come? I didn’t get a chance to send you an invitation….”
“No, I’m a little tired.”

At Elaina’s refusal, the ladies scattered away.
A post-opera soiree, a gathering of all kinds.
But what was the point of joining in?
Elaina wouldn’t be able to ruin Citrina’s reputation at that dinner, because public opinion was already on her side.
She gritted her teeth and looked towards the box seats. To be precise, she saw Citrina leave her seat escorted by Duke Desian Pietro.

‘What am I supposed to do?’

Elaina was the last one to leave the opera house, alone. She arrived not at her quarters in the imperial palace, but at the room of the paladin’s leader, Genfiros.
Upon entering the room, Elaina’s anxiety was palpable.

“Genfiros-nim!”
“What is it, Elaina?”
“Her Highness the princess is very fond of Citrina. She even invited her to sit in the box seats!”
“Is that so? What on earth is their relationship?”
“I don’t know either.”

-gnaw, gnaw-

Elaina bit her nails. Lately, Elaina’s mental state had become more unstable. Genfiros, who was watching her sympathetically put a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, Elaina.”
“Yes.”
“Anyway, you didn’t do a very good job.”
Genfiros patted Elaina on the back.

“Let me help you.”

Genfiros laid his wrinkled hand over Elaina’s smooth one.

“How? She has the duke and princess’ favor.”
“You mean the ducal family.”
“Yes. And Her Highness the princess as well.”
“Huhu, don’t worry, Elaina. Their patronage will end soon.”

Genfiros raised his hand. In the image sphere he held, the jewelry store merchants of Dartrin Street wailed in torment.

“Yes. It’s plain to see that Citrina Foluin is on the rise, but don’t you see that every light is accompanied by shadow?”

In the video, tears formed in people’s furrowed faces, though it was unclear why they were crying.

“Are these people crying because of Citrina?”
“I don’t know. But they say that the success of Citrina Foluin’s atelier has put some of their jewelry stores out of business. Huhu, and did I mention Feinmann……. They also say that some of the nobles that run the top shops are fed up with it. So we can capitalize on that. This will naturally cut off the duke’s patronage and the attention of the princess.”

Genfiros laughed hollowly.

“But proper seasoning is essential. Right, Elaina?”
“What do you mean proper seasoning?”
Elaina asked sharply.

Something neither the duke nor the princess could touch- that was the rumors coming from outside the empire. In particular, rumors from the Holy Kingdom.

“You’ll know tomorrow.”
“Don’t mess with my prey without my permission.”

It’s mine.
Fire sparked in Elaina’s eyes. For the person who had ruined her life, she would retaliate with her own hands.

“I’ve already played my hand. By tomorrow, the tides will have turned in your favor.”

Genfiros pulled out a speech written in the language of the Holy Kingdom. It was a small piece of writing that demeaned elementalism as a vice.
Holding it out, Genfiros slowly lit the scented candle on the table. He grinned.

“It’s easy to belittle elementists since there are so few of them in the world.”
“You’re doing all this for me?”

She asked, strangely relieved.
Elaina’s voice softened somewhat.

“For the world to be filled with the blessings of God, there must be perfect chaos and perfect sacrifice. Driving all of the other species off the land is part of my plan, Elaina.”
“…to cleanse the land of all the insidious species, that is the mission of the paladins.”

Genfiros’s wrinkled eyes still looked exceedingly good.
Genfiros looked at Elaina fondly and clutched the orb tightly in his hand.
Genfiros found this moment exhilarating, joyful.
The destruction of the sisters’ friendship was a mere side note, but he fed on chaos. That was enough for him.
Genfiros smirked. Even his form seemed alien in his saintliness.
Genfiros thought.
Everything will go according to his plan.