Chapter 3. Pretend to be relaxed and show off your guts. (4)
Everyone confirmed that a miracle had come to Lady Sophia. People began to whisper busily, covering their mouths with fans or hands.
“Oh my god. There’s something wrong with my eyes, right?”
“The name of that young lady’s disease… wasn’t it Crudele disease?”
“That’s right. They said the symptoms started a few months ago, so I’m probably in stage 1 right now.”
“I heard there’s no hope if it gets to stage 3? You can go to a funeral director instead of a doctor.”
“But with just one gesture from the saint, it becomes so clean…”
There was envy, envy, and jealousy in people’s eyes. They stared at Lady Sophia’s now clean face and tried to suppress their emotions.
“God has answered the sincere prayers of the Barnes family. Let us continue to move forward steadily without losing this faith.”
The Cardinal spoke to Lady Sophia and Countess Barnes, or to the congregation as if to listen.
“Thank you, saint!”
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
Two women knelt in front of the saint. And she bowed her head again and again.
“Dio Benedica.”
“Dio Benedica.”
The audience made the sign of the cross together and closed their eyes.
The hall was filled with great glory and passionate faith in God.
The mass ended like that, and the knights approached the saint who was sitting quietly on the podium.
“Saint, please go.”
The saintess stared at them for a moment and then stood up without saying a word.
The knights walked around the saint from front to back. The appearance seemed to be protecting the saint, or even watching over her.
As the saint came out of the great hall, another priest who was waiting outside approached her.
“Saint.”
He whispered quietly.
“His Majesty is coming today.”
At that moment, the saint’s body trembled. Soon she put her hands together and clasped them as if nothing had happened.
“I understand. Until then, I will make sure to straighten myself in the prayer room.”
“Yes, saint.”
The priest stepped down, and just like before, the knights escorted the saint to the prayer room.
“How long do you want it to take?”
When the knight asked in a harsh tone, the saintess answered in an extremely kind and soft voice.
“The thought of seeing your Majesty makes me feel uneasy. I think it will take some time for me to calm down.”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t keep your Majesty waiting too long.”
The saintess’s mouth stiffened for a moment. But even in that moment, the saintess drew a deep smile on her lips again.
“I know.”
When the door to the prayer room opened, the saint entered inside with light steps.
widely.
The door closed behind me. The saint raised her head and looked in front of her.
A space where the walls and floor are all white. White curtains similar to a saint’s veil were draped everywhere, creating a reverent atmosphere.
A carpet was laid in the center of the prayer room for people to sit on the floor. The saint slowly approached that place.
“…….”
She stopped in front of the carpet and stood frozen for a moment. Her fingers, slightly exposed under her sleeves, trembled slightly for a moment before saying, “Ahh!”
The saint took off her veil and threw it on the floor. Then she started trampling the veil with her feet.
Puck, puck.
As she moved, her thick hair undulated and flowed down her shoulders. It had a green color and looked like a living tree vine.
The saint was so beautiful that it could be said to be beyond all world. She had a white, slender face and clear eyes that could easily be mistaken for a fairy.
“f*ck it! Argh!”
If it weren’t for the swear words coming out of her pink lips.
The prayer room was fully soundproofed. This was done so that the saint could focus on her prayers.
But now, this facility was helping to prevent the profanity uttered by the saint from leaking out.
“Damn you emperor!”
An insult that could have the saint’s tongue cut out if it dared to leak out.
“Oh, it’s annoying, really!”
The saint cried out and fell down on the carpet.
Her shoulders were bouncing up and down wildly. But it wasn’t because she was crying.
“I should have seen you last week, so why are you coming again?”
It was an expression of anger, chewing and spitting out one syllable at a time.
“You bastard! You fall backwards on the street and break your nose! You die by drowning in your own shit!”
The saintess cursed at the emperor who was not in front of her, but who would soon appear.
It was not anger accumulated over a short period of time. It had been accumulating over the years, and there was no way to resolve it.
“How on earth has this been happening?!”
The saint lay down looking at the ash ceiling with her arms and legs spread out. Although she was a saint who had overwhelmed her followers earlier, she looked incredibly immature.
“Please, someone kill that bastard!”
The saintess waved her arms and legs wildly like a child. Her saintly sleeves were rolled up by the curls that writhed around her arms.
A pattern of vines wrapping around a sword was revealed on her upper arm.
“ha…….”
After crying and cursing like that for a while, the saintess stood up with an expression of exhaustion.
“That tough lifeline will never break as long as I’m here.”
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He buried his face between his knees and muttered.
“I’m sick of it, I’m sick of it, I’m sick of it.”
A profound resignation dripped from the saint’s voice.
“How long do I have to live like this….”
The moment I kept sighing,
Faaah!
Light flashed from the pattern on the saint’s arm. It was a gentle green color, as if it contained the fresh energy of spring.
“oh!”
The saint jumped up from her seat. Her emerald colored eyes fluctuated.
“No way, this is.”
The saintess waved her arms in disbelief. The light of her pattern had already disappeared, but the tingling sensation it sent tickled her fingertips.
“I felt it.”
The saint murmured in a dreamy voice. Her eyelids slowly closed.
“It has appeared, Requiem.”
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“Deacon, it’s done.”
Chef Max gasped and knocked on Philip’s door.
Even though it was a chilly autumn morning, his plump cheeks and chubby mouth were covered in sweat to the point where it was pitiful to see.
“Since the morning, ugh, I wonder what’s going on.”
He continued to wipe the sweat from his face and took a deep breath.
“Master, all of a sudden, some kind of lunch box. There are 10 servings each.”
“Shh, watch your mouth.”
Philip hurriedly silenced the chef. And he went with him to the carriage.
“Do you understand what I mean, Master? I just do as I’m told.”
“No, you have a short mouth to begin with. I wonder what the wind has been like these days. Have you taken any tonic from somewhere?”
Max grumbled, fanning himself with his hand.
“Last time, he told me to pack three days worth of lunches for three people. Making lunch boxes is a lot easier than making regular meals.”
“Of course.”
“And preserved food! When have I ever made something like that? It’s been years since I opened a cookbook. Like when I was an apprentice chef!”
He moved his mouth constantly, as if he had been through a lot of emotional distress.
“Besides, why are you looking for meat so much? Your taste buds are extremely picky. It’s to die for, trying to get all kinds of meat from land, sea, and air, as well as young and matured meat, evenly.”
“You’ve had a lot of trouble.”
Philip ignored Max’s complaints and hurried on. Now his mind was focused elsewhere.
When I arrived at the carriage and opened the door, I saw a neatly stacked lunch box.
“Let’s go now. You’ve worked hard since morning.”
Philip tapped Max’s shoulder vigorously. Max let out a long breath as if he had finally put down a burden.
“Well, since the deacon has to suffer the most, I’ll just go.”
After sending Max away, Philip got into the carriage himself.
“Let’s go to Magna Morten.”
After telling the coachman where to go, he leaned back in his chair.
“How many days has it been like this?”
He crossed his arms and frowned.
“Ji, butler!”
A few hours ago, in the early morning, the gatekeepers at the gateway delivered news.
“The master wants you to come right now!”
It wasn’t enough that I was contacted within three days,
“He told me to bring a packed lunch and a change of clothes when I come!”
There were also cumbersome additional requests.
‘No, so you’re saying you ate all those lunch boxes by yourself?’
It was amazing where all that food could fit on that slim body.
Although Philip was frowning, he faithfully followed Abel’s request. In any case, he was the one who caught the weak point, so there was nothing he could do.
“Im here.”
Philip quickly jumped out of the carriage. The managers I saw earlier were standing around in front of the gate.
“Deacon.”
They looked happy when they found Philip.
“What about you, Master?”
“He’s in there. He told us and then went right back in.”
The complexions of the managers were pale. One person in particular looked to be in a very bad condition, even breaking out in a cold sweat.
“What happened? Tell me more.”
“Well, that’s….”
The manager, who looked relatively sane, stuttered his answer.
“You’ve been quiet for the past two days. You haven’t come out of Magna Morten once.”
“I see.”
“The problem was around midnight today. While I was on duty, I heard an eerie sound of laughter coming from somewhere.”
The manager shook his head as if he felt chills just thinking about it.
“At first I thought I heard wrong. But when I looked out the window….”
Philip somehow seemed to know what to say next. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it, so he just urged the manager.
“See?”
“Master Abel was standing in the center of the lake. He was laughing out loud for a long time, as if he was so happy.”
“…….”
“It felt like he was laughing for more than 5 minutes. He didn’t even stop. At that time, he was definitely smiling….”
“Shh.”
Another manager next to him hurriedly covered his mouth.
“Oops.”
The two managers shrank back and looked at Philip.
“Go ahead.”
Philip pretended not to hear what he was trying to say. The thought that Abel was crazy was one of his frequent thoughts.
“Eh, well, anyway. Then he entered Magna Morten again. And he appeared at the gateway guard post around 4 a.m.”
Another manager finally opened his mouth to help.
“The first thing you say when you arrive is to call the butler.”
“A lunch box and clothes too?”
“Yes. Then he went back into Magna Morten.”
Philip looked at Magna Morten floating on the lake in the distance.
“You haven’t come out since then?”
“Yes. I was thinking about going in, but… you know, because of what you said before.”
Until he comes out, no one should let him in.
The tone of voice was that he did not even want to imagine what would happen if he broke those words.
“I understand.”
Philip fully understood the manager’s feelings.
“You’ve been through a lot. Please wait here for now.”
“Yes… No, wait a minute. Are you going to go in alone, deacon?”
The managers widened their eyes. Philip sighed with a resigned expression.
“What can I do? You called me, so I have to go.”
“but……!”
A confused look appeared on the managers’ faces. They soon bit their lips and lowered their heads.
“Please, be careful.”
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