A groan echoed in the darkroom. The light from the wax candle was set far away.
It was because even a small light would harm the patient.
An uneasy atmosphere was weighing down the entire mansion. The servants did not want to enter the room, and the family suffered.
They know it’s not contagious, but anyone would be disturbed by a wound from Bellac’s contamination.
A small movement spread through the mansion in the middle of the night. Three people wearing hoodies followed the guide and entered the room.
As the smallest one turned to the hood that was standing next to them, a small nod could be seen. If someone looked through the hood, platinum blonde hair shining brightly in the light of the darkroom could be seen.
“Then let’s do it.”
Fiona walked over to the bedside. It was the first time she had healed this type of wound.
‘it’s okay.’
Everything is fine. You can do it.
Fiona thought so and held onto the seed crystal with one hand and stretched out her opposite hand. A bright golden color flowed out.
“Oh oh-.”
The person standing next to her burst out in admiration. After a while, the black spots disappeared and the patient opened his eyes.
“Mother! You are up!”
Viscount Felicita hastily approached the bedside. Matron Felicita looked over her own body.
“I think I’m completely cured. Oh my god. Thank you.”
“Thank you Saint! thank you!”
Viscount Felicita took Fiona’s hand and bowed his back. She waved her hand in embarrassment.
“I’m no Saint, it’s not appropriate to say something like that. Just call me Fiona.”
“Miss Fiona is a real saint.”
Viscount Felicita exclaimed as if she couldn’t hear Fiona’s words. From that day on, even among nobles, there was no one who did not know Fiona.
Nobles with the same symptoms clamored to queue up for Faradiv.
Even if she was a commoner, no one could threaten or kidnap her with Nina attached to Fiona’s side. Isn’t there an example of people already doing that and being unable to even salvage the rest of their pride?
However, it hurts their pride to go all the way to the slums and receive her treatment. So they had no choice but to cling to Fiona’s patron, Prince Faradiv.
At the same time, rumors spread that Fiona was the true Saint.
She heals wounds that even Saint Lucrezia couldn’t heal, and the perception of her being the real one spread fast. In the midst of all kinds of rumors, there were people who told these stories directly to the Temple.
In fact, several priests came and went to see Fiona working in the slams.
Every time they did that Fiona firmly stuck with the, “I am not a Saint.” attitude, and that further fueled the debate.
Due to controversy, Princess Vialentel went directly to the High Priest.
“Announces that she is a saint and drags her into the temple, or that she’s a demon using the power of Bellac. Choose one or the other.”
Instead, the High Priest narrowed his eyes.
“Is there even a need for that?”
“Yes. Now everyone is suspicious of Saint Lucrezia. Those who are jealous of those ahead are overflowing. Do you know what kind of rumors they are going to make?”
In addition, people’s trust in Faradiv was increasing. Of course, no matter how many commoners jumped on his boat, Vialentel didn’t blink an eyelash, because they don’t matter.
But it was different for the nobles to be shaken. With Fiona on her back, it was clear as day that Faradiv was pulling his strings among the nobles.
And she didn’t want to leave those cracks unattended.
“A small hole made by a mole can break a dam.”
In response to Vialentel’s words, the High Priest said, “I understand.” and gave his position.
“I’ll make a summon from the temple. Let’s find out publicly there.”
“Which one are you going to do?”
Will she be dragged into the temple and given a new Saint title, or will she be proven a demon?
“We’ll see.”
The high-ranking director’s carefree remarks made Vialentel boil in anger.
‘You incompetent bastard!’
Don’t you have to choose one of them to make a plan accordingly? Is the political view of the world too dull because he’s a human who was solely nurtured in the priesthood? She wanted to believe it to be the case, but she couldn’t.
Such a person could not have manipulated the pagans and conducted cruel experiments.
‘I was going to get rid of it anyway…’
After she took the throne by borrowing the advantages of the temple, Vialentel was going to light up its darkness. After pushing out the temple and the Cult with the beings that stood in her way, the perfect Empire she envisioned was finally hers.
So I have to put up with it until then.
Vialentel smiled.
“Of course, the temple will take care of the work of the temple. Then I will leave it to you.”
If your opponent fails, you can always take a lead with it.
Vialentel knew that their relationship wasn’t meant to show sincerity anyway, and the High Priest also knew that.
“Yes, don’t worry too much.”
He responded with a gentle smile, Vialentel held back her snorting and left the room.
The size of the temple in the capital was considerable. As she passed the courtyard corridor, where the priests reside, she ran into an oncoming Lucrezia.
“Saint.”
As Vialentel greeted her with a sly smile, Lucrezia gave a distinctive greeting with a bewitching smile on her red lips and her arms wide open.
“Greeting, my her Highness the Princess. To think we would meet here.”
“Did the Saint hear the rumors too? About a woman named Fiona.”
“Do you mean the fake Saint? There must be someone who is conspiring in this country and my heart aches very much.”
At Lucrezia’s words, Vialentel’s mood improved a bit. At least she wasn’t an idiot.
“I think so too. That’s why I came here to ask the High Priest to handle the matters.”
“I see. Then we won’t have to worry. Because the High Priest always makes the right decision.”
Lucrezia smiled broadly, and Vialentel smiled back. Glancing at her back, she saw the head of the temple knight standing behind Lucrezia.
Expressionless face with blurred eyes out of focus. Benzel, who opened his eyes after the experiment, had a face like that…
Vialentel clenched her teeth at the thought that came to her.
A traitor.
Standing by her side as if he understood her plans the best of all her followers, but then looking at her with reproaching eyes and claiming to be material of experiments.
How could you do that?
Like as if you wanted to blame me.
As if condemning me for becoming a cruel monarch.
It’s not like you don’t know me.
So I said, “Then do it.” Did you think I would stop it?
Did you think I would quit?
Then, when she saw the shock that passed on his face Vialentel held out the loud laugh that was coming out.
“Then, I hope you and the High Priest have a pleasant time.”
Saying so, Vialentel passed by the Saint. Lucrezia looked at Vialentel’s back like that and then looked at Edgar.
“It’s not fun. Right, Brother Edgar? Fiona a Saint?”
The pupils in Lucrezia’s blue eyes stretched in a thin line.
“I think she is coming to take what I took away. That Fiona. Who didn’t care about her own.”
Lucrezia grabbed Edgar’s arm and her nails dug deep.
“She said she didn’t need it and now she’s coming to take it back? No, everyone is the same for Fiona, right? isn’t it? Wait. Or is she coming to apologize to me? ‘You were right, Lou,’ saying something like that.”
She always said she didn’t need it and it’s funny that she’s coming to take it back only now, but it felt good.
I have no intention of losing it. This position, this power, ability, Fiona herself, were all mine.
“That’s what Fiona said, right?”
There was no answer, but she had a satisfied face.
“Yes, of course, you think so, too.”
“Saint.”
The priest who approached from the other side bowed his head. His cheeks were red.
“What’s going on?”
“The High Priest is calling you.”
“I see.”
As she smiled, the priest’s face grew even redder. With her head bowed, Lucrezia passed him by.
‘This is all mine.’
Lucrezia twisted her lips.
Fiona.
Dear Fiona.
Even if the whole world was her enemy, she thought Fiona would be on my side. She thought it was special.
It was always herself who took care of Fiona, who couldn’t even claim her share of things, but Lucrezia, herself, was not special to her.
‘I didn’t know it was because she was a Saint.’
Of course, a Saint will be kind to anyone. Because God would have made it that way.
So what does she have to do to be special to such a person?
Lucrezia was able to come up with an answer without difficulty, and the High Priest agreed with her.
He gladly helped Lucrezia become the Saint. He understood her.
A saint is a fool whose share is always taken away.
It was also unbearable that God and the Great Spirit chose such a fool and not herself who always wanted to get out of that place.
She wouldn’t be such a foolish saint.
‘So come and find me.’
When she thought that Fiona was coming to see her, she rejoiced and laughter came out.
Fiona’s heart must be full of Lucrezia.
The Saint’s steps were light.
A groan echoed in the darkroom. The light from the wax candle was set far away.
It was because even a small light would harm the patient.
An uneasy atmosphere was weighing down the entire mansion. The servants did not want to enter the room, and the family suffered.
They know it’s not contagious, but anyone would be disturbed by a wound from Bellac’s contamination.
A small movement spread through the mansion in the middle of the night. Three people wearing hoodies followed the guide and entered the room.
As the smallest one turned to the hood that was standing next to them, a small nod could be seen. If someone looked through the hood, platinum blonde hair shining brightly in the light of the darkroom could be seen.
“Then let’s do it.”
Fiona walked over to the bedside. It was the first time she had healed this type of wound.
‘it’s okay.’
Everything is fine. You can do it.
Fiona thought so and held onto the seed crystal with one hand and stretched out her opposite hand. A bright golden color flowed out.
“Oh oh-.”
The person standing next to her burst out in admiration. After a while, the black spots disappeared and the patient opened his eyes.
“Mother! You are up!”
Viscount Felicita hastily approached the bedside. Matron Felicita looked over her own body.
“I think I’m completely cured. Oh my god. Thank you.”
“Thank you Saint! thank you!”
Viscount Felicita took Fiona’s hand and bowed his back. She waved her hand in embarrassment.
“I’m no Saint, it’s not appropriate to say something like that. Just call me Fiona.”
“Miss Fiona is a real saint.”
Viscount Felicita exclaimed as if she couldn’t hear Fiona’s words. From that day on, even among nobles, there was no one who did not know Fiona.
Nobles with the same symptoms clamored to queue up for Faradiv.
Even if she was a commoner, no one could threaten or kidnap her with Nina attached to Fiona’s side. Isn’t there an example of people already doing that and being unable to even salvage the rest of their pride?
However, it hurts their pride to go all the way to the slums and receive her treatment. So they had no choice but to cling to Fiona’s patron, Prince Faradiv.
At the same time, rumors spread that Fiona was the true Saint.
She heals wounds that even Saint Lucrezia couldn’t heal, and the perception of her being the real one spread fast. In the midst of all kinds of rumors, there were people who told these stories directly to the Temple.
In fact, several priests came and went to see Fiona working in the slams.
Every time they did that Fiona firmly stuck with the, “I am not a Saint.” attitude, and that further fueled the debate.
Due to controversy, Princess Vialentel went directly to the High Priest.
“Announces that she is a saint and drags her into the temple, or that she’s a demon using the power of Bellac. Choose one or the other.”
Instead, the High Priest narrowed his eyes.
“Is there even a need for that?”
“Yes. Now everyone is suspicious of Saint Lucrezia. Those who are jealous of those ahead are overflowing. Do you know what kind of rumors they are going to make?”
In addition, people’s trust in Faradiv was increasing. Of course, no matter how many commoners jumped on his boat, Vialentel didn’t blink an eyelash, because they don’t matter.
But it was different for the nobles to be shaken. With Fiona on her back, it was clear as day that Faradiv was pulling his strings among the nobles.
And she didn’t want to leave those cracks unattended.
“A small hole made by a mole can break a dam.”
In response to Vialentel’s words, the High Priest said, “I understand.” and gave his position.
“I’ll make a summon from the temple. Let’s find out publicly there.”
“Which one are you going to do?”
Will she be dragged into the temple and given a new Saint title, or will she be proven a demon?
“We’ll see.”
The high-ranking director’s carefree remarks made Vialentel boil in anger.
‘You incompetent bastard!’
Don’t you have to choose one of them to make a plan accordingly? Is the political view of the world too dull because he’s a human who was solely nurtured in the priesthood? She wanted to believe it to be the case, but she couldn’t.
Such a person could not have manipulated the pagans and conducted cruel experiments.
‘I was going to get rid of it anyway…’
After she took the throne by borrowing the advantages of the temple, Vialentel was going to light up its darkness. After pushing out the temple and the Cult with the beings that stood in her way, the perfect Empire she envisioned was finally hers.
So I have to put up with it until then.
Vialentel smiled.
“Of course, the temple will take care of the work of the temple. Then I will leave it to you.”
If your opponent fails, you can always take a lead with it.
Vialentel knew that their relationship wasn’t meant to show sincerity anyway, and the High Priest also knew that.
“Yes, don’t worry too much.”
He responded with a gentle smile, Vialentel held back her snorting and left the room.
The size of the temple in the capital was considerable. As she passed the courtyard corridor, where the priests reside, she ran into an oncoming Lucrezia.
“Saint.”
As Vialentel greeted her with a sly smile, Lucrezia gave a distinctive greeting with a bewitching smile on her red lips and her arms wide open.
“Greeting, my her Highness the Princess. To think we would meet here.”
“Did the Saint hear the rumors too? About a woman named Fiona.”
“Do you mean the fake Saint? There must be someone who is conspiring in this country and my heart aches very much.”
At Lucrezia’s words, Vialentel’s mood improved a bit. At least she wasn’t an idiot.
“I think so too. That’s why I came here to ask the High Priest to handle the matters.”
“I see. Then we won’t have to worry. Because the High Priest always makes the right decision.”
Lucrezia smiled broadly, and Vialentel smiled back. Glancing at her back, she saw the head of the temple knight standing behind Lucrezia.
Expressionless face with blurred eyes out of focus. Benzel, who opened his eyes after the experiment, had a face like that…
Vialentel clenched her teeth at the thought that came to her.
A traitor.
Standing by her side as if he understood her plans the best of all her followers, but then looking at her with reproaching eyes and claiming to be material of experiments.
How could you do that?
Like as if you wanted to blame me.
As if condemning me for becoming a cruel monarch.
It’s not like you don’t know me.
So I said, “Then do it.” Did you think I would stop it?
Did you think I would quit?
Then, when she saw the shock that passed on his face Vialentel held out the loud laugh that was coming out.
“Then, I hope you and the High Priest have a pleasant time.”
Saying so, Vialentel passed by the Saint. Lucrezia looked at Vialentel’s back like that and then looked at Edgar.
“It’s not fun. Right, Brother Edgar? Fiona a Saint?”
The pupils in Lucrezia’s blue eyes stretched in a thin line.
“I think she is coming to take what I took away. That Fiona. Who didn’t care about her own.”
Lucrezia grabbed Edgar’s arm and her nails dug deep.
“She said she didn’t need it and now she’s coming to take it back? No, everyone is the same for Fiona, right? isn’t it? Wait. Or is she coming to apologize to me? ‘You were right, Lou,’ saying something like that.”
She always said she didn’t need it and it’s funny that she’s coming to take it back only now, but it felt good.
I have no intention of losing it. This position, this power, ability, Fiona herself, were all mine.
“That’s what Fiona said, right?”
There was no answer, but she had a satisfied face.
“Yes, of course, you think so, too.”
“Saint.”
The priest who approached from the other side bowed his head. His cheeks were red.
“What’s going on?”
“The High Priest is calling you.”
“I see.”
As she smiled, the priest’s face grew even redder. With her head bowed, Lucrezia passed him by.
‘This is all mine.’
Lucrezia twisted her lips.
Fiona.
Dear Fiona.
Even if the whole world was her enemy, she thought Fiona would be on my side. She thought it was special.
It was always herself who took care of Fiona, who couldn’t even claim her share of things, but Lucrezia, herself, was not special to her.
‘I didn’t know it was because she was a Saint.’
Of course, a Saint will be kind to anyone. Because God would have made it that way.
So what does she have to do to be special to such a person?
Lucrezia was able to come up with an answer without difficulty, and the High Priest agreed with her.
He gladly helped Lucrezia become the Saint. He understood her.
A saint is a fool whose share is always taken away.
It was also unbearable that God and the Great Spirit chose such a fool and not herself who always wanted to get out of that place.
She wouldn’t be such a foolish saint.
‘So come and find me.’
When she thought that Fiona was coming to see her, she rejoiced and laughter came out.
Fiona’s heart must be full of Lucrezia.
The Saint’s steps were light.
