How a Villain Defies Destiny Chapter 134

Fenrir grumbled that he was already busy enough keeping an eye on Huluppu’s unstable condition, and now Yves was acting out too, giving him a headache.

 

In contrast, Yves, who was the focus of both mine and Fenrir’s attention, remained calm.

 

“I apologize. At the time, Laura wasn’t regaining consciousness at all, and I became quite anxious.”

 

In a flat voice without any emotion, he calmly admitted his fault and apologized. He then went on to explain why he had acted that way.

 

“All the physicians and priests who examined Laura kept saying, as if they’d agreed beforehand, that nothing was wrong, and she would wake up soon. But she hadn’t woken up in days, and I was deeply distressed.”

 

With a composed face, he recounted something shocking—that the seven high priests and even the Pope himself had come by and poured divine power into me while I was unconscious.

 

“After even His Holiness the Pope’s divine power had no effect, I became convinced something must be wrong not with her body but with her soul. That’s why I sought out Lord Fenrir…”

 

Yves, who had been calmly explaining his reasoning in a soft tone, let his sentence trail off.

 

It seemed he was deliberately pausing to emphasize what came next.

 

“And when even Lord Fenrir, who was practically my last hope, said the same thing… I lost my composure and became agitated. Once again, I sincerely apologize for troubling you, Lord Fenrir.”

 

When he bowed his head politely to ask for forgiveness, Fenrir, who had been ready to lightly scold him, instead looked caught off guard.

 

[Well, it was just a bit of a hassle, but there’s no need to apologize so much.]

 

“Thank you for your generosity.”

 

Yves, completely unshaken, bowed once more and ended the conversation cleanly without a single unnecessary word.

 

‘But for some reason, I kind of want to take Yves’ side.’

 

As Fenrir had said, it was clearly Yves’ fault, and he himself had acknowledged it. 

 

But perhaps because of some personal bias, the more I listened, the more I found myself thinking, ‘Well, anyone could’ve acted like that.’

 

And apparently, I wasn’t the only one feeling that way.

 

[If anything, I think I might’ve been too sensitive.]

 

Just a moment ago, Fenrir had looked completely exasperated, but now he was speaking as if he fully understood Yves’ state of mind.

 

They say sincerity gets through to people, and just when I was feeling relieved that things had wrapped up nicely and amicably—

 

“Could it be that Yves intended this from the start?”

 

The suspicion flickered through my mind for a moment.

 

It was a doubt born of how well I knew his skill in acting and rhetoric.

 

Honestly, aside from Selene, only Endymion and Yves were that good at crafting their public image.

 

But I also knew full well that if either of them were being deliberate, it was nearly impossible to tell where their calculated behavior ended. 

 

So I pushed the sudden doubt aside and steered the conversation back to the main topic.

 

“Well then, I’m glad the two of you resolved things peacefully. Shall we now discuss how to find the dragon?”

 

Fenrir gave a bitter reply as he glanced at Huluppu, lying quietly among the ordinary trees.

 

[Yes. We can’t just sit around waiting for Huluppu to wake up, not knowing when that will be…]

 

He seemed to understand logically that there was no other choice, but he couldn’t quite let go emotionally.

 

To divert his attention, I fired off a series of questions.

 

“Lord Fenrir, do you have any good ideas?”

 

[Hard to say. We just don’t have enough information to go on.]

 

“Hmm, what kind of information exactly?”

 

[Dragons don’t live in groups like humans or elves. So at the very least, we need to know what kind of dragon it is.]

 

“What kind of dragon?”

 

[Don’t tell me you didn’t even know that dragons are divided into different types within their species?]

 

I nodded.

 

“I only just found out today that elves even exist in this world.”

 

Please Take Care of the Saintess had very few fantasy elements.

 

Aside from the dragon that appeared briefly as part of a key event, there were no other races featured at all.
 

 

Aside from the saintess’s powers, the love interests being gradually turned into animals by curses, and the occasional magical item, it was fair to say there was almost nothing else magical.

 

“Well, thanks to having explored various genres in my past life, I can roughly guess what Lord Fenrir means by different kinds of dragons…”

 

But I had a good reason for not pretending to know more than I did.

 

Usually, types of dragons are categorized by elemental attributes or color, but the exact classification often differs from one story to another.

 

In fantasy worlds, the author’s word is law—whatever classification system exists in their story becomes the rule. 

 

So I figured it was better to say I knew nothing than to act like I understood based on vague knowledge.

 

Besides, it didn’t seem like Laura’s memories held any information about dragons anyway.

 

So I purposely kept quiet, but Fenrir clicked his tongue and scrunched his nose in annoyance.

 

[Tsk. This is such basic knowledge…]

 

“It’s only natural she wouldn’t know. To humans, dragons are practically the stuff of legend.”

 

Just then, Yves interrupted and came to my defense.

 

He smoothly redirected the conversation.

 

“Then, as Lord Fenrir pointed out, why don’t we start by investigating the people we met in Dilbat to gather information that could help identify the dragon?”

 

While respecting Fenrir’s point, he also offered a constructive idea to help address the current issue.

 

Thanks to that, Fenrir’s attention naturally shifted toward investigating the people of Dilbat.

 

[Hmm, it might take some time, but right now that seems like the most reliable method.]

 

Fenrir gave a small nod, signaling agreement with Yves’ suggestion.

 

It made sense—blindly scouring the continent for dragons scattered everywhere would be inefficient.

 

It seemed he also thought it would be better to narrow things down through witnesses and build from those clues.

 

Just as I was about to say I agreed with Yves as well, an unexpected voice came from behind.

 

“I’ll help too.”

 

The one who suddenly jumped in was Endymion.

 

“Lord Endymion? What brings you here?”

 

As I asked the question, it struck me that it felt oddly like déjà vu.

 

Endymion soon gave his reply, “I said I’d come back later, didn’t I? Have you already forgotten?”

 

“Of course not.”

 

Naturally, I remembered. It had only been a few hours ago.

 

“But still, isn’t this a bit too soon for someone who made a cool exit last night?”

 

The urge to make that jab rose all the way to my throat, but I managed to swallow it down.

 

There were more important things to deal with first.

 

“I was just surprised because you came back earlier than I expected. More importantly, Lord Endymion, did you hear the conversation we were having just now?”

 

“I apologize for eavesdropping without permission.”

 

I had been about to ask whether he actually knew what we were talking about when he apologized first, as if he’d already been caught.

 

It was a reaction I’d grown completely used to by now, so I let it pass without comment and brought the conversation back on track.

 

“I’m not trying to scold you. It’s just that resolving the situation with Selene should be your top priority. So I wanted to ask if it’s really alright for you to help us.”

 

“I was in Dilbat too, after all. If I have any information that could help, it’s only right that I offer it.”

 

“Ah, I see.”

 

I instinctively nodded along—and realized that now was the perfect moment.

 

The perfect timing to bring up Selene.

 

‘Perfect timing. I was planning to ask Lord Fenrir about Selene anyway.’

 

I was about to subtly bring up Selene, but Endymion spoke first.

 

“And when it comes to Selene, she might actually know more than I do.”

 

The moment our eyes met after he said that, I immediately understood his intention. He had read my thoughts and brought up Selene himself—without changing the subject—making it easier for me to follow up.

 

‘He really is one step ahead.’

 

What’s more, considering Selene’s endless cycles of regression, there was a real possibility she knew things the rest of us didn’t.

 

Granted, since the game was essentially her life, she might not know everything either.

 

Still, I had already confirmed through the game screen that there were sides of the original story not described in the official plot.

 

So just in case, it would be smart to ask her too.

 

While I was lost in thought, Fenrir and Yves both firmly rejected the idea.

 

[We don’t need help from a criminal.]

 

“Agreed. In fact, Lady Saint only arrived after the city had already been devastated. She never even encountered the dragon.”

 

Their gazes were so sharp and cold that I felt intimidated to even raise a counterargument.

 

But I instinctively knew that if I stayed silent now, it would only make it harder to bring up Selene later.

 

Forcing myself to speak, I said with difficulty:

 

“But I heard that Selene foresaw what would happen that day, even before coming to Dilbat.”