The Guidebook for Villainesses Chapter 74

Translator: Wawaa

Editor: WilsonWilson

Demian had never had anything like patience. He was originally a beast─just waiting while pretending to be a human. There were no such things as laws or ethics for a beast. Such a thing was meaningless in front of this woman.

My arrogant ruler.

As he persistently dug into her small mouth, a small moan came out. Hating to lose even that single tune, Demian licked Lara's lips over and over again. Her small body trembled. Lara's soft fingers gripped Demian's collar. Heat rose and fell from their close bodies.

They were so absorbed in the kiss to notice that they were already in the building. Demian hugged Lara and lifted her up. He could find her room even if he walked with his eyes closed. As they entered the room, a sigh came out of Lara who was hanging on his neck.

“Demian.”

Lara said.

“Close your eyes.”

Laughter erupted from his stomach. It was a sneer headed towards himself. Demian closed his eyes like an obedient beast as soon as Lara gave him an order.

Lara put her two feet on the floor. The sound of her taking off her shoes could be heard, followed by the sound of her cloak being pulled down. The sound of wet clothes brushed past and also the sound of dry clothes grazed against. All these sounds were sensual.

Lara's hair touched Demian's finger. He was so eager to catch it that it was difficult to control himself. Still, Demian endured. He endured until a smoky scent came from under his breath.

Open your eyes.

Though Lara did not say it, Demian heard her voice all the same.

He opened his eyes, able to see Lara's silhouette in the dark. She approached him with her back against the light, without even a single thread present on her body.

“I'm not scared of you.”

Lara said. Her eyes were red. With a light behind her back, even her silhouette was red. The red moon that drove the beast crazy had risen.

“But I'm scared of you.”

Demian reached out. He touched her. He felt like he was going to cry. Two lives, one at which Demian could not remember, throughout the past and present, had led to the greatest joy that had ever embraced him. He was so afraid of not ever being able to let go once he had touched her.

Now I can't go back to the life where I don't know you. I can't go back to the life where I cannot touch you. For that is too cruel.

My fateful lover. Now I can't run away.

Demian probably did not fall asleep. When Lara got out of her bed and put on her clothes, he opened his eyes and looked at her back.

Lara went out and looked at the sky just before the sun rose. The heat of her body has yet to cool down, making it rather humid in the cape. She could feel his touch all over her body. Her lower abdomen was itchy so she kept sighing. Still, she tightly held the hem and walked fast.

'Demian.'

She would protect him. Being a saintess? She could do it. She had already done it once. Perhaps there was no woman on the continent who could act as a saintess better than herself. She had even deceived the whole world for ten years just for a man. For Demian, she could do anything even worse than that.

“Let's go to the Temple of Glory.”

Lara headed to the temple in the carriage to meet God.

“I'm here.”

As soon as she entered the prayer room, she took off her cape and sat on a chair.

“Please come out.”

Her voice cracked and she sounded blunt. She was going to call him again, but she stopped quickly. How could she be the saintess when God did not even tell her his name, she could not even heal others, and God did not even lend his power. The more she thought about it, the more crossed she felt. Perhaps that was the reason why Lara looked at God's statue with a disdained look.

“I know you're the God of Fate.”

She heard the voice of God. When Lara raised her head, the statue began to shine dimly.

“You said that you would answer me when I found your name. Didn't you come out because the name I found is right?”

Has his memory gone bad because he had lived too long?

Lara looked at the statue with suspicious eyes.

“Do you mean there was a time when you were called with a different name?”

“Life and death.”

God laughed. It was a clear laugh.

Lara blinked quickly, she was more surprised by the fact that God had laughed than the fact that God just teased her.

“I'm going to the Temple of Glory in the Empire soon. I heard that your house is in the sanctum there.”

“Then, tell me this at least.”

I think God has memory loss. That's why he doesn't know his name and doesn't know whatever I ask him. That's also why he has his head in the clouds.

Lara gave up her expectations and asked.

“What is Valac?”

“That's a demon's name. Many black sorcerers in Hautean serve him. Tell me what to do to defeat him.”

God was surprised and soon pleased.

“Vampire… Do you mean a bloodsucker?”

“What should I do then?”

The God of Fate said that there was no need to worry unless the demon named Valac choose a sacrifice and ascended directly. But then, Lara recalled the black sorcerer in the dungeon of the royal palace. He was a follower of Valac. He did not despair of failure ahead of his death and laughed at Lara and Demian, saying that they knew nothing.

Yeah, but there's a little something called 'just in case.'

Lara asked God again.

“But what if that demon does choose his sacrifice?”

“How?”

“Do you have another name?”

So what if I call you that?

She wanted to say that, but she thought that God would get angry.

“The saintesses on our records could use amazing powers, but why can't I do anything?”

God said with full disappointment. He seemed to be complaining for Lara to quickly find out about his existence.

“Wait!”

God's voice was drifting apart. Lara quickly brought up her last question.

“There's someone in the Empire who wants to talk to you. Will you come out if I call you at the temple?”

But God did not answer and quickly disappeared. The dimly shining God statue also returned to its original form.

He's also hot-tempered.

Having just sprung to her feet, Lara plopped down again.

Chapter end