Chapter 19
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She had to shell out money whenever she needed to get this small amount of medicine. Eventually, she spent all the living expenses she had saved to buy this medicine. Because of the little medicine that was only a handful.
Flicking the bag with her fingertips, Liv bit her lip hard.
In fact, she did not believe in God.
She didn’t believe at all that praying to God would help her to overcome this difficulty.
Because God had never listened to her prayers.
“…”
Drip. Drip.
Round drops of tears fell on the medicine bag. No matter how hard she gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw, it wasn’t easy for her to hold back the tears that had broken out.
“Liv, you can’t take care of Coryda alone forever.”
She actually had a hard time taking care of Coryda alone.
So sometimes, she blamed her dead parents. She poured out words of condemnation, even though they were not to blame for their deaths.
“Do you know how tough the world is? You should meet a good guy before it’s too late.”
Of course, she also didn’t want to struggle on making a livelihood at her age while other people had already got married.
When she managed to graduate from boarding school, she had a future that she had dreamed of in her own way. In that future, she had a happier and more stable life, and she was loved.
Why not? She used to be a dreamy girl, too!
She knew that the solution proposed by the pharmacy owner wasn’t bad. However, she just didn’t want to sell her love and marriage at a cheap price to settle this barren life just to get a little room for breathing.
Though other people would mock her for talking high and mighty.
… In fact, she wanted to be cared for. It’s just that the last bit of her pride wouldn’t let her throw herself away like she was selling herself to someone.
The uncontrollable tears clouded her vision. Liv closed her eyes tightly. Her eyelids, which were soaked as the water flowed down her cheeks, became a little lighter.
Swallowing back her sobs, she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked away the teardrops in a couple of blinks, and her vision cleared to reveal the medicine bag and a handkerchief lying on top of it.
Handkerchief?
Liv looked up from staring blankly at the squarely folded handkerchief. Next to her stood a tall man, whom she had no idea when he had approached her. The person who was looking at the statue was someone she knew.
“… The Lord of Dietrion?”
The man’s face looked exceptionally whiter today, perhaps because of his black frock.
His face, viewed from below, still looked handsome, and the long eyelids drew her attention. The slow flickering reminded her of a butterfly’s wings.
He, who had been staring ahead quietly, suddenly tilted his head at an angle. A few strands of his platinum hair, which was swept back neatly and smoothly, fluttered down over his forehead.
“Even if God listens, he will not grant it.”
The sarcastic murmur was so small that Liv could barely hear it. However, because the chapel was so quiet, she didn’t have to listen hard to understand it.
“It is humans who have the power to achieve something, Teacher.”
The low voice was terrifyingly chill, but at the same time alluring, like a siren’s song.
The blue eyes, which had been staring at the statue the whole time, glanced down at Liv.
“So pray to me.”
The marquis’s mouth twisted very faintly. That faint twist was clearly a smile. For a moment, everything in the world seemed to stop. The man, who usually attracted everyone’s attention with his expressionless face only, was even smiling faintly, so there would be no one who did not kneel before him.
It was the same with Liv. She stared at the man, who looked down on her arrogantly, as if possessed. This short moment of eye contact with him felt like an eon of time.
“Who knows? Maybe a miracle will happen.”
Miracle.
The word he spat out smelled sweet and lured her in.
Will praying to the Marquis really make a miracle happen? Will this man grant my prayers that God couldn’t grant?
But why is this man saying this to me?
Despite being dazed by the beauty of the man, a doubt rose in the corner of Liv’s mind. Wasn’t the Marquis of Dietrion displeased with me? He was annoyed because of the painting, so he was harassing…
At that moment, as if he had noticed her doubts, the Marquis erased his smile and turned away without hesitation. When she saw the Marquis turning his back, Liv became impatient.
As she realized that she wasn’t given the time to think about the meaning of this, she suddenly felt this opportunity was like a stroke of luck that she couldn’t pass up.
“I need money!”
The words that came out like a thunderbolt were a raw, unadorned prayer.
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She had to shell out money whenever she needed to get this small amount of medicine. Eventually, she spent all the living expenses she had saved to buy this medicine. Because of the little medicine that was only a handful.
Flicking the bag with her fingertips, Liv bit her lip hard.
In fact, she did not believe in God.
She didn’t believe at all that praying to God would help her to overcome this difficulty.
Because God had never listened to her prayers.
“…”
Drip. Drip.
Round drops of tears fell on the medicine bag. No matter how hard she gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw, it wasn’t easy for her to hold back the tears that had broken out.
“Liv, you can’t take care of Coryda alone forever.”
She actually had a hard time taking care of Coryda alone.
So sometimes, she blamed her dead parents. She poured out words of condemnation, even though they were not to blame for their deaths.
“Do you know how tough the world is? You should meet a good guy before it’s too late.”
Of course, she also didn’t want to struggle on making a livelihood at her age while other people had already got married.
When she managed to graduate from boarding school, she had a future that she had dreamed of in her own way. In that future, she had a happier and more stable life, and she was loved.
Why not? She used to be a dreamy girl, too!
She knew that the solution proposed by the pharmacy owner wasn’t bad. However, she just didn’t want to sell her love and marriage at a cheap price to settle this barren life just to get a little room for breathing.
Though other people would mock her for talking high and mighty.
… In fact, she wanted to be cared for. It’s just that the last bit of her pride wouldn’t let her throw herself away like she was selling herself to someone.
The uncontrollable tears clouded her vision. Liv closed her eyes tightly. Her eyelids, which were soaked as the water flowed down her cheeks, became a little lighter.
Swallowing back her sobs, she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked away the teardrops in a couple of blinks, and her vision cleared to reveal the medicine bag and a handkerchief lying on top of it.
Handkerchief?
Liv looked up from staring blankly at the squarely folded handkerchief. Next to her stood a tall man, whom she had no idea when he had approached her. The person who was looking at the statue was someone she knew.
“… The Lord of Dietrion?”
The man’s face looked exceptionally whiter today, perhaps because of his black frock.
His face, viewed from below, still looked handsome, and the long eyelids drew her attention. The slow flickering reminded her of a butterfly’s wings.
He, who had been staring ahead quietly, suddenly tilted his head at an angle. A few strands of his platinum hair, which was swept back neatly and smoothly, fluttered down over his forehead.
“Even if God listens, he will not grant it.”
The sarcastic murmur was so small that Liv could barely hear it. However, because the chapel was so quiet, she didn’t have to listen hard to understand it.
“It is humans who have the power to achieve something, Teacher.”
The low voice was terrifyingly chill, but at the same time alluring, like a siren’s song.
The blue eyes, which had been staring at the statue the whole time, glanced down at Liv.
“So pray to me.”
The marquis’s mouth twisted very faintly. That faint twist was clearly a smile. For a moment, everything in the world seemed to stop. The man, who usually attracted everyone’s attention with his expressionless face only, was even smiling faintly, so there would be no one who did not kneel before him.
It was the same with Liv. She stared at the man, who looked down on her arrogantly, as if possessed. This short moment of eye contact with him felt like an eon of time.
“Who knows? Maybe a miracle will happen.”
Miracle.
The word he spat out smelled sweet and lured her in.
Will praying to the Marquis really make a miracle happen? Will this man grant my prayers that God couldn’t grant?
But why is this man saying this to me?
Despite being dazed by the beauty of the man, a doubt rose in the corner of Liv’s mind. Wasn’t the Marquis of Dietrion displeased with me? He was annoyed because of the painting, so he was harassing…
At that moment, as if he had noticed her doubts, the Marquis erased his smile and turned away without hesitation. When she saw the Marquis turning his back, Liv became impatient.
As she realized that she wasn’t given the time to think about the meaning of this, she suddenly felt this opportunity was like a stroke of luck that she couldn’t pass up.
“I need money!”
The words that came out like a thunderbolt were a raw, unadorned prayer.
She had to shell out money whenever she needed to get this small amount of medicine. Eventually, she spent all the living expenses she had saved to buy this medicine. Because of the little medicine that was only a handful.Flicking the bag with her fingertips, Liv bit her lip hard.In fact, she did not believe in God.She didn't believe at all that praying to God would help her to overcome this difficulty.Because God had never listened to her prayers.Drip. Drip.Round drops of tears fell on the medicine bag. No matter how hard she gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw, it wasn't easy for her to hold back the tears that had broken out.Liv, you can't take care of Coryda alone forever.She actually had a hard time taking care of Coryda alone.So sometimes, she blamed her dead parents. She poured out words of condemnation, even though they were not to blame for their deaths.Do you know how tough the world is? You should meet a good guy before it's too late.Of course, she also didn't want to struggle on making a livelihood at her age while other people had already got married.When she managed to graduate from boarding school, she had a future that she had dreamed of in her own way. In that future, she had a happier and more stable life, and she was loved.Why not? She used to be a dreamy girl, too!She knew that the solution proposed by the pharmacy owner wasn't bad. However, she just didn't want to sell her love and marriage at a cheap price to settle this barren life just to get a little room for breathing.Though other people would mock her for talking high and mighty. In fact, she wanted to be cared for. It's just that the last bit of her pride wouldn't let her throw herself away like she was selling herself to someone.The uncontrollable tears clouded her vision. Liv closed her eyes tightly. Her eyelids, which were soaked as the water flowed down her cheeks, became a little lighter.Swallowing back her sobs, she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked away the teardrops in a couple of blinks, and her vision cleared to reveal the medicine bag and a handkerchief lying on top of it.Handkerchief?Liv looked up from staring blankly at the squarely folded handkerchief. Next to her stood a tall man, whom she had no idea when he had approached her. The person who was looking at the statue was someone she knew. The Lord of Dietrion?The man's face looked exceptionally whiter today, perhaps because of his black frock.His face, viewed from below, still looked handsome, and the long eyelids drew her attention. The slow flickering reminded her of a butterfly's wings.He, who had been staring ahead quietly, suddenly tilted his head at an angle. A few strands of his platinum hair, which was swept back neatly and smoothly, fluttered down over his forehead.Even if God listens, he will not grant it.The sarcastic murmur was so small that Liv could barely hear it. However, because the chapel was so quiet, she didn't have to listen hard to understand it.It is humans who have the power to achieve something, Teacher.The low voice was terrifyingly chill, but at the same time alluring, like a siren's song.The blue eyes, which had been staring at the statue the whole time, glanced down at Liv.So pray to me.The marquis's mouth twisted very faintly. That faint twist was clearly a smile. For a moment, everything in the world seemed to stop. The man, who usually attracted everyone's attention with his expressionless face only, was even smiling faintly, so there would be no one who did not kneel before him.It was the same with Liv. She stared at the man, who looked down on her arrogantly, as if possessed. This short moment of eye contact with him felt like an eon of time.Who knows? Maybe a miracle will happen.Miracle.The word he spat out smelled sweet and lured her in.Will praying to the Marquis really make a miracle happen? Will this man grant my prayers that God couldn't grant?But why is this man saying this to me?Despite being dazed by the beauty of the man, a doubt rose in the corner of Liv's mind. Wasn't the Marquis of Dietrion displeased with me? He was annoyed because of the painting, so he was harassingAt that moment, as if he had noticed her doubts, the Marquis erased his smile and turned away without hesitation. When she saw the Marquis turning his back, Liv became impatient.As she realized that she wasn't given the time to think about the meaning of this, she suddenly felt this opportunity was like a stroke of luck that she couldn't pass up.I need money!The words that came out like a thunderbolt were a raw, unadorned prayer.
