I Will Die As The Villainess √

39: The Princess And Saint

"Neville, are you feeling better somehow?"

"Yes, thanks to you."

"I'm glad." The heroine sigh as she rest.

'He's lying. I'm pretty sure he's trying to hide his sorrow for me. He surely looks after me.'

"Come to think of it, did you saw Knile during the funeral?" The prince stopped writing and glanced at the heroine who was drinking her tea.

"No, why?"

She manages to hide her skepticism as jealousy started bothering her.

(The empire is in chaos and y'all flirting-)

"I see.."

'Eh? Why is he thinking about Knile?'

She furrowed her brows and pout. Nothing is going on between them, right?

"Neville-"

She couldn't manage to speak to him when someone abruptly entered the room. They both turn around and saw the priest, out of breath. Dark bags surrounded his eyes and he was immensely shaken.

Annoyed, the prince throws a glare at him while the heroine immediately ran to meet the man.

"Priest, do you need something?" The prince asks, trying to hide his irritation because he was someone the heroine respected.

"Why did you suddenly came??" The heroine then casts a spell so that the priest can calm down.

"Your highness, we need your light magic to heal the children!"

"What?!" Neville abruptly shouted which frighten the priest. He was glaring at the priest, ready to kill him.

Even with the dirty look, he's receiving, he didn't give a damn since lives were at stake.

"Please your highness! The children are dying!"

He pleaded and kneeled, making the heroine gasp.

'No... She's my tool and I'm the only one who can use her.' The prince gritted his teeth and look away. He was trying to hide the murderous glint. 'I don't want filthy peasants touching and using Astaria. I'm the only one who can use her.'

"Please I beg of you! It won't drain her vastly!"

'I'm the crown princess I shouldn't leave my people alone.' She looks at the prince and saw the distress.

'But I shouldn't also make him sad, I promise to make him happy...'

Her sunset eyes narrowed as she glanced back at the priest who was begging.

'Shouldn't there be a solution where both sides don't suffer? There's probably a way to make Neville and the children happy...'

"I beg of you!" The priest was now crying. Astaria felt the ashame of herself as she looks down.

'What do I do? If I go I will make him sad and if I don't, children will suffer and die.' She bit her lip and glance at the priest.

'This is the same feeling I face before deciding to end Knile... I don't want to decide something like this again....'

"Please your highness!" The priest sobbing loudly annoyed the prince more.

'Then let them die! Children are a nuisance and aren't useful.' He wanted to say that but the expression of Astaria stopped him. Her eyes were filled with compassion and her lips were shivering.

'She looks troubled... This expression suits her the best..' He thought as his glare vanish. 'I wonder, what you will choose...'

He smirks, finally knowing the answer.