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

KDMBW, DMMP - Chapter 35

Since He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law - Chapter 35

Translator and Editor: Skye and the Prophet

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Chapter 35's

“I-this..!”

Marcel hurriedly covered his head with his robe.

“No, I mean, if you have this ancient magic item, can't you use it a little more productively?”

Saying so, I returned the ring and flicked my tongue lightly.

"That's best, pretending to be a priest."

Marcel answered while in a hurry wearing a ring. His ancient magic item was a ring, which could grant holy power to those who originally did not have it.

'When he put on the ring, holy power spread to his body and turned his hair silver. A complete scam.

According to the original plot, Marcel, who accidentally acquired an ancient item, chose to pose as a priest rather than return it to the temple.

“No, but, why the hell? After all, what's the point of being a priest?”

"Don't say anything when you don't know."

He looked at me with hatred and answered briefly. He still can't speak the language properly.

“They feed us, put us to sleep, and give us compliments. In addition, if you say good things here, you can eat high-quality food. ”

Hearing that, I flicked my tongue, amazed.

In the original story, it was Seymour's role to discover the identity of the false priest. He, who does everything for his money, eventually begins tracking down three ancient magical items and then uncovers Marcel's identity.

'Of course, Seymour asked Marcel for money.'

"I'll shut myself down."

I smiled and crossed my arms while looking at Marcel, then added the next word.

"But there are conditions."

Suddenly, his expression hardened.

“How do you ask? I don't have any money. It has not been long since I entered the temple. ”

At that moment, I was shocked by his fluent Imperial language.

“Money no..”

“If you are going to use this as a weakness to affect me, I will also not stay silent.”

"You…"

I was dumbfounded and laughing.

"Why are you pretending not to be good at imperial language?"

“I just did it—pretend not to know. So, if I am asked about my divinity. Just in case."

“Have you studied abroad?”

"Yes, I've been there for a while as a child."

"How long?"

"…Three weeks?"

I snorted lightly.

"Don't you usually call it travel, not study abroad?"

“It doesn't mean anything. Such a difference for us.”

Actually, it doesn't make any sense.

“By the way, in exchange for my silence..” Continuing, I extended my hand with a wide smile.

"Give me your holy thing."

“No, I can't do that. Holy relics are not for sale.”

“Who paid you? I just asked for it.”

Marcel opened his mouth, amazed at my answer.

"No. For ordinary people, it is nothing. Without divine energy. So, why the hell..”.

“Then, the holy relic will mean nothing to you. You're a fake."

“Please don't say that word. After all, I do have strength, but only if I wear the ring.”

"Then ... are you a fraud?"

Marcel was upset, but in the end, he had no choice but to listen to me.

“If I say something about this, you're done. Although if you give me a holy relic even if it doesn't work, you can continue to live a false life like this.”

“….”

"The right choice is too obvious."

Without sacred relics, the holy power of the priests could not be maintained properly. However, since Marcel's power came from the ring, not from the relic, it didn't matter if he didn't have it. Moreover, it was very impolite to ask a priest to show their relics, so there was no way he would be arrested.

I grinned as I accepted the item he gave me willingly.

"One more thing."

"…What is it?"

"Let's make a deal."

“It will give you a lot of benefits, so it will not be a bad problem for you.”

Hearing my words, Marcel's expression, which had been stiff, suddenly turned soft.

“If the advantage...Of course, you must be talking about money. I do not benefit from the heart. So, how much can you give me? ”

He spoke so quickly, revealing the fact how fluent he was in the Empire's language. And, after a few more talks, our deal went smoothly.

"Dad, just wait."

As I left Marcel, who went to the bathroom, and returned to the dining room, I managed to refrain from whistling.

'I'll pay for the donation. So don't hate me too much.'

...* * *...

Marcel, whose skin had somewhat deteriorated, returned, and only after the meal was over did we all go to the musala. The priests will take turns blessing me.

Before that, of course, the chief priest very subtly asked Duke Icard for a donation. At first glance, it is almost astronomical.

"I heard you brought your daughter-in-law with you."

The High Priest spoke softly.

“I hope you show enough sincerity to the temple as much as you appreciate it.”

At this point, I had no choice but to mutter to myself, 'You beggar ...'

"So, please show us the love you have for your daughter-in-law."

'No, why did he show his love to me in front of God? If love is expressed in money, he can give it to me.'

Regardless, Duke Icard wrote the check without much talk.

“I hope only happiness will stay in Duchy of Icard in the future.”

Upon receiving the check, the High Priest looked at me and smiled, a friendly capitalist smile.

Then, he put his hand on my head.

That was.

'Oh…!'

I bit my lower lip tightly to control my facial expression. However, at that moment, a stinging pain spread throughout my body.

'I'm sure they say that blessings don't make sense. That's why it's the perfect way to cheat…'

Not just the High Priest. Every time another pastor blessed me, I felt like I was struck by lightning.

'Something is wrong…?'

I thought, wriggling the tingling tip of my finger silently.

'...If the blessing is bad, it's not a good sign, is it?'

I am not stupid enough to show that I am different from everyone else.

Such incidents relating to temples should be dealt with in secret as much as possible. If something went wrong, they would not be able to make a profit because it would be labeled as heresy.

"You have a good nature."

It was Marcel's turn who blessed me. He did not back down and carried what had happened earlier upwards again.

“I'm touched, Mom. Good heart to follow me before. ”

“Nothing... I also apologize.”

“I hear you if you have something you want. This humble servant of God.”

In fact, Marcel was reading a sentence I told him. I opened my eyes wide and asked.

"Anything?"

"…sorry?"

"Then…"

I'm adding with a shy smile, “I really want to get better, so can you come and bless me often?”

He stared, surprised to see my bright smile for a moment. I know he thinks I'm despicable.

"You're my age, so I hope you're comfortable."

One of the priests intervened.

"But for a priest to go to the Duchy a little ..."

“Every time you come, I'll donate to you, Reverend Marcel. I'm actually looking for a suitable donor because I won a lot of money during the race.”

At that moment, everyone was immediately silent.

They must have known that I received a big dividend in the race because it was the headline in the newspaper article.

“And, after coming to the temple, I became interested in theology. So please, listen and answer my questions from time to time. You studied abroad, so I'm sure you definitely know a lot.”

I felt like I had to figure out why my body was causing such a bad reaction to the blessing. In addition, Marcel will be needed for another very important task in my plan. Therefore, it was necessary to keep him close.

"I understand. I will often leave, as I promised before. ”

"Will you answer my question?"

“Jawab. No, I mean, I will answer, of course.”

It was a game.

Never before has a priest of a particular temple been called regularly to perform a blessing. Priests usually do not leave the temple for a while.

The High Priest also seemed to want to say something. Although he fiddled with the check once, sighed, and closed his mouth like that. It was clear to him that an immediate examination was more important than that of a young priest.

After that, we hurriedly left the temple without any further delay.