I Became the Villain Chapter 147: A Saint Who Smiled Like a Villain

Chapter 147: A Saint Who Smiled Like a Villain

"Has anyone seen Prince Yerel? I miss him so much."

The words tumbled out of Cherion’s mouth, or rather, the mouth he was currently occupying, like his brain hit "send" before proofreading. "Is Prince Yerel back yet? Can I go find him? Seriously, it’s been a full twenty-four hours since I laid eyes on him. A whole day! How am I supposed to function?"

Okay, wow. That was a lot of Yerel-venting for a sixty-second window. Chill out, kid.

He tried to rub his temples, but his limbs wouldn’t budge. His fingers remained stiffly at his sides, or occasionally fidgeted with the lace at his cuffs. The realization hit him with the weight of a soggy woolen blanket.

Oh, shit. Here we go again.

This wasn’t the cozy, fur-lined reality of the North. Gone was the scent of cedar and the faint, grounding aroma of Zarius’s leather gloves. Just a heartbeat ago, he’d been running through his checklist. The subjugation was over, a brutal shift at the office, if that office was a frozen cliffside, and he’d been properly compensated

A bath so hot it felt like a spiritual exorcism? Check.

A dinner heavy enough to knock out a horse? Check.

The "Executive Treatnt" of being carried bridal-style to his room by the Duke himself? A very big, very blush-inducing check.

He’d been lying on his bed, staring at the canopy, genuinely mourning the lack of a smartphone. But the "Passenger Protocol