Because He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law

KDMBW, DMMP - Chapter 34

Since He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law - Chapter 34

Translator and Editor: Skye and the Prophet

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Chapter 34's

"Then let me introduce you to the pastors."

After refusing Duke Icard's request to the end, the High Priest began to introduce the Priests behind him. Since they entered the temple and left everything behind, they had no last name.

"I'm Marcel.

A priest with silver hair and black eyes, which I had noticed all along, gently greeted me in the middle of the line. A pure golden ring flashed on his fourth finger.

"I will not be disappointed and do my best, thanks to me."

Duke Icard said with a slight frown.

"Are you not familiar with the Empire's language?"

"It's still hard, imperial language."

Marcel replied with a nod.

“I studied abroad in Carovantes. I'm not good at it yet, the language is.”

Carovantes is the only country that speaks an ancient language as a sacred country attached to the tip of the continent. If he studied there, he would take the most elite courses as a priest.

And, right now, Marcel seems to be following the word order of the ancient language.

“You are a priest who is in the top twenty in terms of strength at a young age, you must be very talented. I guess it's because you study abroad. ”

Hearing that, Duke Icard muttered as if interested.

“When I was a kid, I went to Carovantes for a while too.”

The High Priest added with a smile. “He is in the top rank because he is still young, and he is a boy with an incredible level of divinity. Maybe in a few more years, he could be my closest aide.”

“His praise. I'm grateful to you."

Saying so, Marcel smiled shyly.

"Then, let's start with the food that's already prepared."

'They're going to eat at this hour...?'

As I tilted my head in curiosity, Duke Icard opened his mouth calmly.

“How much do I pay? I can eat.”

I was worried that I might experience stomach pain while eating at this time.

"But this is a good opportunity."

The temple dining room was filled with rather luxurious food.

Duke Icard nonchalantly whispered something to the servant who followed him. The waiter immediately opened the box in his hand, and, surprisingly, it was wine. All the priests could not keep their mouths shut because of the seemingly expensive wine.

"Thank you for inviting me."

It was a rule for nobles to prepare wine when invited to eat. The same goes for the temple, and the eyes of the priest sparkle.

“This... wines I brought myself from Ollodna region.”

Duke Icard said with a cynical mix.

"If you need a clear mind for blessings, then I'll take them back."

"Not needed."

The High Priest had already started fiddling with the wine glasses.

“If feel enough, blessings will surely be maximal. So, don't say that. Why would we do that?"

"Yes, who would dare?"

[T/N: This is a pun because 'bitten' and 'erase or return' (and others) have the same verb. So basically, Duke Icard threatened them. ]

“Hahahaha!”

"Ha ha ha ha!"

At that moment, the table became noisy. The High Priest even clapped his hands and tilted his head back, saying that his stomach hurt, his eyes glazed over. This makes it clear…

The temple is also rotten.

Duke's humor works like litmus paper. It was perfect to distinguish between those who were sincere and those who were not.

[T/N: Litmus Paper is used to measure the concentration of Hydrogen Ions contained in a substance or solution. ]

“Pfft. Ha ha - ha…"

I laughed too, but inside, I thought, 'Me too, but the monster of capitalism is incredible.' Perhaps, the priests would look at me and think, 'The daughter-in-law is an extreme job.'

“As expected, you are amazing! I've heard rumors, but you really have a witty humor!”

He must have swallowed all the swear words. At the same time, I feel the great wealth and power of Duke Icard. Oh, after all, the rich live in the face of so many rattles.

As I was watching in the laughter session, as soon as the atmosphere calmed down, I immediately entered.

"Dad, may I pour wine for the priests?"

"Laria, you want to?"

“Yes, they prepared dinner for me, so I want to show my sincerity.”

It was only polite for the guests to pour the wine they had prepared. Since I also have the last name of Icard, it's not rude for me to do so.

I smiled and continued.

"Just it's so touching to think that this is all for me."

"I'm sorry, dad ..."

"Why?"

“I want to express my gratitude by doing something small like this, Father.”

Hearing my words, Duke Icard's expression was still stiff, so I decided to lower my head slightly with a sad expression.

“Can't I do that?”

“Laria?”

“Am I too arrogant now?

“…”

"Did I step out of place?"

“No, not like that. You can do whatever you want, Laria.”

He finally gave me a bottle of wine for fear of my sad words.

Holding the bottle tightly, I approached Duke Icard first to pour the wine into his glass but he stopped me.

"It's okay. I don't usually drink.”

"What?"

The High Priest intervened gently.

“Duke is a very weak drinker. That's why he never drank. He was famous for not drinking even if His Majesty the Emperor suggested. ”

If the High Priest knew about it, then it seemed to be a fact known to everyone. So, with the exception of Duke, I wholeheartedly poured wine over each of the priests. And lastly, I went to Marcel and poured wine for him, and…

“Oh, right! You are also underage! ”

Suddenly, I shouted as if in shock and took out a bottle, pouring all the wine into his white robe. Marcel jumped, shocked.

"Oh my God!"

“Yeah, what am I doing?! Oh forgive me!"

When I was fussy as if I didn't know what to do, she spoke trying to calm me down.

"It's okay. Bathroom, I'll clean it.”

After Marcel stood up and left the dining room, wiping his collar, I put down a bottle of wine and looked puzzled.

"What am I doing? He looks really upset..”.

“Ang at you?”

Duke Icard said indifferently.

"That's possible."

"But…"

“He won't die just because he got a little wine stain. Don't worry about it."

'What do you mean don't worry? That's what the victim would say out of courtesy, not what the perpetrator should have said.' I shook my head when I disagreed with him.

“I let him. I think I should follow him and apologize once again.”

Hearing those words, the high priest also smiled politely.

“It's okay, princess. You don't have to do that.”

“No, still.... Oh.. why did I make a stupid mistake..?”.

“It's okay, sit down. You are too good for your own good. The priest..”

No, aren't you praising him for his holy power and being in the top twenty?

“Nothing serious. Why did you go after her and apologize to her? Do not move when you are sick.”

'Why is Duke Icard so determined? If you do this, the plan will be wrong.'

If so, then…

"Cough."

“Laria?”

"Cough, Cough, I... Cough, I gotta go to the bathroom."

I looked agitated, but I sighed and left the dining room. After leaving, I looked around and found Marcel heading to the end of the hall.

“March Marcel!”

I ran as fast as I could and stood in front of him.

"What's the problem?"

Looking around, there was no one in the empty hallways of the temple. So, I lowered my voice until the people in the dining room would not hear me and speak coldly.

"Hi."

Rather rudely, though in order to capture the opponent's spirit, I had to be strong from the start. Especially, if the opponent is a fraud, defeating them is very important.

My words continued before Marcel's forehead frowned.

"You're a fake, aren't you?"

Marcel's black eyes trembled for a moment.

“A-what are you–”

Before he could finish, I grabbed his hand and removed the pure gold ring from his fourth finger.

Then, his silver hair turned blue.