I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 87
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The room assigned to Yeshion was a guestroom on the third floor. Fitting for such a grand estate, it was nearly as large as the one he used at the temple.
But there was one problem…
“Would you move?”
A maid he’d never seen before brushed past him, nudging his shoulder.
“Ugh, don’t you smell the stench of a brothel?”
Another stranger pinched her nose, staring straight at him—an astonishingly rude way to treat a guest invited to the ducal estate.
“How strange.”
Yeshion rubbed his chin and looked at the maid hovering nearby.
From what he’d heard, Edward had made advances on the staff as well, earning a foul reputation even within his own household.
“No wonder he smells. I heard he tried sneaking into the young master’s room to seduce him and got thrown out. How the temple took him back, I’ll never understand.”
“They say he even begged the High Priest to let him come to the Duchy. Filthy people really show their lack of class.”
The maids clicked their tongues and gave Yeshion a slow once-over as they passed.
‘…No wonder.’
Edward must have pinned all his own misdeeds from the capital on Yeshion.
Birds of a feather, really.
There wasn’t much difference between Edward and the original “Yeshion.”
Still, knowing that didn’t make the situation any less unpleasant.
Edward had ignored every order at the camp, caused trouble, and hurt people—yet somehow Yeshion was the one being treated this way.
He sighed deeply and looked up. The maid simply jutted her chin with an expression that said, “So what?”
He didn’t want to stir up more trouble, especially not while carrying the title of priest. He wanted to keep a gentle appearance. But then—
“You stepped on that with your shoes? I’ll have to wash it again now.”
The servant who had come in to assist him clearly didn’t see him as a guest.
“You sit down in dusty clothes like that? Honestly, people like this aren’t learned at all…”
Yeshion lifted his eyes and stared at the servant.
‘Do I really deserve to be treated like this here?’
Of course not.
Those at the temple had been harmed directly by “Yeshion.” But these people only knew what Edward had told them, and based on that alone, treated him like filth.
“Ugh, look at those eyes. Acts like a meek lamb in public, but now he thinks he doesn’t need to keep up the act anymore.”
“I told you. The way he acted at the temple was all a show. I knew he’d reveal his true nature eventually.”
While the servants slandered him loud enough for him to hear, Yeshion quietly considered how best to throw them out.
He crossed one leg over the other and rested his chin in his hand, and the servant’s face twisted once again.
Now they were muttering things like “he’s trying to seduce even us,” unsure whether to call it slander or backhanded praise.
“Oh, right.”
Amidst their rambling, Yeshion pulled a dagger from his coat. It was the one Eldis had lent him.
“Did you know? Where monsters appear, there’s always a higher-ranked one behind them.”
As he spoke, the servants flinched and turned to look at him.
With a pleasant smile, Yeshion stepped toward them and continued.
“They haven’t found that one here in the Duchy of Mishemol yet…”
Though uneasy, the servants didn’t dare move—likely because of the dagger in his hand.
Rumor had it Yeshion was utterly unhinged, and someone like that just might stab them right then and there.
“W-why are you telling us this?”
“Why? Because if the host monster hasn’t been found, it could still be hiding somewhere in this estate.”
“…..!”
“And if that’s the case, I might have to stab someone—on the pretense of checking if they’re really human.”
At his words, the servants gave an awkward laugh.
What Yeshion was implying was: if they rubbed him the wrong way, he could stab them and call it an act of purification.
“H-he’s insane…”
“I’m being serious. So, who wants to be first?”
Yeshion asked with a radiant smile, and the servants stumbled backward before bolting out of the room in a panic, no one daring to be the last.
“Idiots.”
If they’d studied at the temple for even a month, they’d know monsters don’t have “hosts” like that.
Watching them flee, Yeshion stuck his tongue out.
“I thought they’d put up more of a fight.”
While savoring the satisfaction, a chuckling voice came from nearby. He turned to find Adelio leaning casually against the wall.
