I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 213

The magic vanished. The world hated him. He could feel the murderous intent from the world itself.

In the midst of this, Aiden, a mere creature, was completely deprived of the opportunity to use all the power he had been accumulating and was left helpless, unable to do anything but be drained away.

Since he had been struck in the head by the massive stone, his memories had become fragmented. As his mind blurred, he realized his limbs were trapped beneath the rubble of the building. He could no longer feel his body.

“Cough… cough.”

His mouth was filled with blood. Struggling to force the blood back, Aiden looked up at Ivonne.

Even with the huge full moon rising behind her, Ivonne’s sharp green eyes clearly pierced through Isaac, staring intently. The wind howling fiercely where the tower had once stood didn’t even disturb a single strand of her hair.

“The last thing I learned from you was this.”

“…Cough.”

“Filth.”

Each of Ivonne’s words made it feel like the gravity was intensifying. The overwhelming aura pressing down on him made him feel like even looking at her was a sin.

“Ah… God…”

It was truly a feeling of reverence toward the god in front of him.

Aiden silently repeated the words in his mind.

‘Mercy.’

The absurd word lingered in his mouth, but it never left his lips. If this could be called his final stubbornness, so be it.

He didn’t want to beg. He just wanted to be equal.

Ivonne, with her back to the pale moon, was dropping sharp stones like meteors, and she was truly the judge. The so-called divine judgment that people often speak of was now flying straight at Aiden.

Aiden had once absorbed Novnie’s power completely, and he watched the scene unfold, unable to blink his dark green eyes, as it granted him his final moments.

Was Aiden even now feeling the intense possessiveness towards Novnie? Was he wishing for Novnie, even as the jagged shards that would fully strip away his life were lodged in his broken limbs? No one knew.

All that was certain was that, even as Aiden was drenched in his own blood, he was experiencing an overwhelming impulse in his lower body, knowing that Novnie was the one delivering his final moment.

After coughing up a handful of blood, Aiden smiled.

“Ah… Novnie, I really… you are…”

Crack–

Before he could finish his dying words, the sound of a squishy mass being crushed echoed.

Her fingertips tingled, and she blinked her eyes open. Countless emotions surged through her, but the most certain feeling was the clarity gained from revisiting the past.

‘I now know why… I thought I wouldn’t lose this time, even facing Isaac.’

The deep confidence that came from the very core of her soul—she recognized it instantly. It was something she had felt before, especially when she was with Isaac in the Ortensia Republic.

Ivonne knew exactly what it was. Everything she had done was preparation for this moment.

She slowly descended onto the rubble and took a step forward. The rough texture of the stone shards against her bare feet wasn’t unpleasant. In truth, how could she, the creator of this world, hate anything that made up the world?

‘No, that’s not it.’

Turning her head, she noticed red liquid flowing underneath the wreckage, trickling like a stream.

That was the one thing she hated. The red liquid, continuously flowing, approached her as if it wanted to stain her feet. The flowing water, splitting into several directions, gave the unsettling impression of Aiden’s hand reaching out toward her.

“…”

Ivonne looked at it with indifference, then swiftly turned away. She walked toward a higher ground at a pace so fast that the water couldn’t catch up to her.

The flow of the water stopped.

⚜ ⚜ ⚜

Ivonne’s next destination was none other than the imperial palace. Even when she had lived as a maid in the palace, she had never been allowed into the deeper parts, but now she made her way there without hesitation.

After winding through spiral staircases, she arrived at a corridor with a tall ceiling, as high as the length of the stairs. The space was filled with sacred light and a reverent atmosphere, resembling a chapel.

“Ugh… huh…”

Someone was sobbing, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed around. Ivonne recognized the anxious person as one who, like a child separated from their mother, couldn’t settle down.

“Herix.”

“……!”

Hearing Ivonne’s call, the large man, who had been spinning around in confusion, jerked his head up. His face was already drenched with tears.

“I-… Ivonne.”

He had been sobbing so much that when he opened his mouth to speak, a crackling sound, almost painful to hear, escaped. Herix couldn’t do anything but look at Ivonne, unsure how to act. No, he was examining her.

“It’s me.”

“……”

“It’s really me, back for good.”

“……!”

Before Ivonne finished her words, the man charged at her. Before she could even flee, he pulled her into his arms. Whether it was from his crying or the heat of his emotions, the intense warmth emanated from him.

“Ivonne, ah, ugh, Ivonne…”

Ivonne quietly buried her face in the sobbing man’s arms. The heat radiating through his clothes told her just how passionately and blissfully he was enjoying this moment.

“I thought… it was impossible…”

His tearful voice sounded like a child’s whining complaint.