TVDOWP Chapter 2

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Episode 02… I think I’ve gotten possessed in a novel 

  

  

It was easy to get to the royal palace because there was a portal to the palace in every territory in the kingdom of Bulrion. It took less than a few seconds. Perhaps knowing that Muriel was not good with magic, the escort knight said there might be some motion sickness, but she arrived without any difficulty. 

  

The royal palace was decorated with gold. It was too golden for Muriel to like. King Sharan and his family had been famous for their honey-colored blonde hair for generations, and his narcissism was apparent in the interior. 

  

Wherever I turned my eyes, I saw the gold that reminded me of Sharan’s hair and the golden sun that symbolized him. 

  

“Eek!” 

  

When I thought about Sharan, I thought I strangely felt somewhat upset, but as soon as I saw his portrait on the wall in the corridor, I felt sudden unbearable nausea. 

  

“Are you alright?” 

  

The escort knight looked back at her. He saw Muriel’s gaze hanging on to the portrait of Sharan, but the loyal knight did not imagine that she had dared to vomit on Sharan’s face. 

  

“You must be having motion sickness. It’s possible if you’ve used the portal for the first time, shall we take a break?” 

  

“No, it’s not like that….” 

  

What is this? 

  

Muriel glanced up at Sharan’s portrait again. 

  

“Euk!” 

  

“Young lady?” 

 

This time, Muriel’s tongue sticked out as she grumbled and the neat-looking knight distanced himself from her without realizing it. Muriel’s eyes, which had been pale, had turned red – perhaps because nothing came out as she vomited.  

He wanted to display his chivalry and help her, but he stepped back when Muriel’s distorted face turned to him. 

  

“Let’s move quickly.” 

  

When her eyes met with Sharan’s golden ones, goosebumps spread all over her body as if she had seen a bug. Sharan wasn’t ugly at all, though? 

 

He was a rather beautiful-looking man. 

  

His head alone was more beautiful than the gold that covered the entire royal palace, and his eyes were golden resembling that of a beast. The dark, chocolate-like color of his skin added dignity and mysteriousness to his beautiful face. 

  

Objectively, Sharan was a beauty in harmony with delicateness and glamour that could be compared even to fairies and spirits. He did look a bit sensitive and feisty, but his looks couldn’t be said to be repugnant even as a joke. 

 

 

But why did I feel such unbearable nausea just by looking at his face? 

  

Muriel, who had at until this point been waddling and squirming like a pig being dragged to a slaughterhouse, suddenly started to walk quickly to pass the various portraits of Sharan that filled one side of the wall. The knight couldn’t keep up with her. 

  

As Sharan’s portrait continued endlessly, Muriel’s way of walking became increasingly poor. Perhaps she struggled to breathe since she was heaving her chest up and down as she kicked her dress with her feet – she looked like a child throwing a tantrum. 

 

 

“There’s no end to it.” 

  

At that moment, Rovelia, with her elegant and delicate steps, approached Muriel. She was a blonde beauty with emerald eyes like glass beads, and she shyly lowered them. 

  

Her eyes shook for a moment as if she was embarrassed to see Muriel, who was still huffing, but soon greeted her affectionately, revealing her lovely dimples. 

“Hello, young lady Muriel.” 

“Eup!”  

Muriel hurriedly covered her mouth. 

  

The lovely lady took a step closer when she saw Muriel’s pale face, but Muriel shook her head desperately and stepped away from Rovelia. 

  

Rovelia only greeted her kindly, but Murie felt worse on the inside than when she saw Sharan’s portraits. She felt like her intestines were twisting, so to speak. Her chest felt greasy and she felt nauseous. It was like the physiological disgust one experiences when they saw repulsive animals like snakes or insects. 

Was this… the automatic instincts of a villainess? 

  

“Are you all right, young lady Muriel? Did you feel nervous? Gosh, you pitiful thing.” 

  

I swear to God, Muriel didn’t have any bad feelings for Rovelia today. But the body reacted before her. She couldn’t control it as if she were experiencing an allergic reaction. 

  

Muriel wanted to believe that it was the sudden movement of her body – which had been lying down for three days straight – that was the cause of the sudden deterioration of her condition. However, what did it mean if she was fine even after travelling through the portal but suddenly felt sick at the sight of Rovelia’s bright smile? 

 

Muriel felt bad too, she could only think it was herself who was the problem. Even so, she felt frustrated. 

 

Except for the three months that she did not remember, the Muriel right now had no ill feelings for Rovelia. 

 

Even after I searched through every memory, I only found that the original Muriel – or the former Muriel, did not hate Rovelia either. She didn’t even feel jealous like people assumed. In the first place, Muriel lived without much concern for Rovelia. 

  

She didn’t know what happened in the three months that she did not remember, but at the very least, Muriel did not want to do wrong by the lady who spoke to her so kindly. 

  

“Hello, Rovelia. You look very beautiful.” 

 

Muriel tried her best to smile, but her smile fell down the cliff and was bizarre like a person who did not know how to smile. Her appearance as she crumpled her pale face and forcibly pulled up the corners of her twitching mouth made her seem like a ghost full of resentment. If the gatekeeper of hell, who had never laughed in his life, smiled for the first time in his life to lure a child, he would smile like Muriel. 

The knight who’d been only with Rovelia up till now had no immunity towards Muriel’s nightmarish smile. They were frightened to the point their shoulders flinched and they touched the hilt of their swords on their waists. 

In their eyes, Muriel looked more like a black wizard – who were known as followers of Ur – than a saint. Maybe it was because of the purple dress with black frills that she was wearing, or the dark circles under her dull eyes; like she’d been suffering from nightmares for days. It looked more like Muriel was heading to a dungeon in a basement rather instead of a banquet hall. 

  

On the other hand, when the knights looked at Rovelia, their faces naturally relaxed. It felt like it was fate that her hair – tied by a subtle pink ribbon – was Sharan’s favorite color. 

  

They didn’t know much about the latest fashions and aesthetics, but they could see that the light sky-blue dress that Rovelia was wearing was much more beautiful and lovely than the dark and dim dress worn by Muriel. 

  

The saint they had imagined was a woman like Rovelia, akin to a pure and fluttering flower, not a scary and poisonous weed like Muriel. 

  

The Dachini’s elegant young lady Rovelia truly looked like a saint that appeared for the first time in 12 years; like a queen who would protect Sharan. 

  

“Thank you, Muriel. Muriel is also….” 

  

Rovelia, who was good at hiding her expression, could not easily say “beautiful” when she saw Muriel’s appearance. She wanted to say only pleasant things on this good day, but she was worried that even complimenting Muriel would only end up sounding sarcastic. 

  

“Mu, Muriel looks very good, too.” 

  

Thanks to this, even Rovelia, who always strove to speak neatly, stuttered. 

  

  

  

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The banquet hall was full of people. 

  

In particular, the three guardian families – Dachini, Eklum, and Pendragon – were present with not only their family heads but also their young successors. 

  

Dachini had many excellent swordsmen in their family, as the gift of God bestowed upon them was a sword and all of Rovelia’s brothers were also swordsmen. The red-haired handsome men, boasting their huge size, were watching their only sister’s entrance to the palace with emotional eyes. 

  

The saint had not yet been decided, but the atmosphere of the place where the nobles gathered was already heated up. 

  

They had no doubts that Rovelia was the saint, of course. In their eyes, Muriel who entered the banquet hall in an undignified manner, lifting up her dress and revealing her ankles, was nothing but an eyesore. 

  

On the opposite side of the aristocracy were the court wizards and priests. They were quieter than the nobles. Their inspecting gazes altered between Muriel and Rovelia, but they did not show any biased expectations for her.  

 

The priests had lost much of their power in the palace since a saint hadn’t appeared in 12 years. They only anticipated the emergence of a strong saint who would strengthen the position of the temple and priests once more; it did not matter to them whether it was Muriel Storm or Rovelia Dachini. 

  

“Did you hear about it? They’re Rovelia and Muriel, and since their academy days, their pacio has been known to be less than that of a peasant.” 

  

A priest whispered. 

  

“I mean, no matter which of the two is decided to be a saint, the temple cannot be revived.” 

  

“Yes, I heard it, too. The saints of an oracle that we barely found in 12 years are in that shape… what will happen to us?”  

 

“Don’t say that, priest. If Young lady Dachini becomes a saint, will she stay still? There’s going to be a lot of support for the temple. Since it’s the young lady of Dachini, I want her to be the saint.” 

  

“Oh, you’re talking about something you don’t know anything about! A family means nothing when a saint has the ability, in which case, both of them are already wrong for this. They’re too old!” 

  

“Both of them are in their 20s. I’ve never once met a saint since I became a priest. I heard most of the great saints die young, but how young actually were they?” 

 

When a young priest asked, the elderly priest stroked his beard and said, 

  

“The last saint that left this oracle died at 13. Among saints, only ones who have little and insignificant abilities live long. So this time, there’s no point even if I don’t see it through. Those two have already broken the record of the oldest saint in the temple.” 

  

It was funny that an old priest with wrinkles talked about young children in their 20s as if they were too old to do anything, but no one blamed him. 

 

But Nicholas Neville’s thoughts were different. He was the one who found the oracle left 12 years ago by the last saint, Julia. The ambitious high priest was convinced that the new saint would have unprecedented power. 

  

Maybe even stronger than Sharan. 

  

Nicholas smiled servilely at Sharan who sat on the golden throne, trying to suppress his creeping secret desire. 

 

A thrill flowed down his spine. Soon, when the power of the saint would be in his hands, he would not need to bow to that arrogant king. 

Now he just had to wait a little longer, a little longer. 


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