Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 111
‘I feel like throwing up.’
Constantly being shaken while moving, I couldn’t even receive food. My already weak body was screaming in protest.
“Are you okay?”
Diana, who occasionally knocked on the box and spoke to her, was her only solace. The carriage traveled for quite a long time.
“Get out.”
From the middle of the journey, they took Irene out of the box. Although her arms and legs were bound so she couldn’t escape, it was still much more comfortable.
From that point, they started giving her meals.
“Eat this.”
Diana handed over a bowl filled with some unknown food. she tried it and, maybe because she was hungry, it tasted better than she expected.
“It’s made with dried jerky and cornmeal.”
Diana kindly explained the food to her and then pulled out a hard piece of bread from her coat.
“They don’t usually give bread here. But they gave me one this time. Eat it.”
Her eyes never left the bread.
“No, I’m fine. You eat it, Diana.”
“But you must eat it, Saintess.”
“Then, should we split it?”
“…Shall we?”
Irene received the bread from Diana and split it into two pieces. The larger piece was for Diana, and the smaller piece was for herself.
When she handed over the bread, Diana bowed her head slightly.
“Let’s eat.”
The bread was hard, but soaked in the soup, it wasn’t entirely inedible.
Meanwhile, the carriage was entering a mountain path. However, the road was so rough that at some point, the carriage couldn’t go any further.
A rough-looking man approached and spoke bluntly.
“From here on, you have to get off and walk.”
“In this state?”
Irene showed her cuffed hands and feet.
“I’ll untie you.”
The man untied Irene and urged her to follow. As she struggled to get off the carriage, she saw Luciel in white clothes and what appeared to be his subordinates.
They were all wearing black robes, covering more than half of their faces with masks, making them look very suspicious.
“So, Saintess, did you enjoy your meal?”
As soon as Luciel spotted Irene, he approached and asked.
“No.”
“Well, in the temple, they must have pampered you with various delicacies, so it wouldn’t have suited your taste. I asked a foolish question.”
“If you already know, then don’t ask.”
Irene cut him off sharply and turned her head away.
“I would like to, but for now, I have to ensure you make it there alive. I heard your body is weak; can you manage the mountain path?”
“I can climb it.”
“Good. I’ll trust you. Let’s move. Oh, the Saintess’s place is here.”
With a smile, Luciel pushed Irene into the middle of the group of men. Diana hurriedly followed Irene.
The climb was harsh. As they pushed through the dense foliage, it was hard to believe they were on the right path.
It wasn’t long before Irene began to tire, as expected.
“Ahh!”
She stumbled and fell, unable to get back up. Luciel, seeing this, came closer and inspected her condition, clicking his tongue.
“You have blisters. Looks like you’ve sprained your ankle too. Can’t you heal yourself?”
“If I could, I would have done it already.”
“Then there’s no choice. Get on this guy’s back.”
He called a man nearby and turned him around. When Irene showed reluctance, he suggested another option.
“You can be carried like a sack of flour instead.”
Being carried seemed better than being on someone’s back.
“Just carry me.”
With a weary voice, she said, and the man lifted her up. However, the way he carried her was a bit odd, holding her under the b******s and lifting her up like that.
“Is this how you bear a sack of flour?”
The man said nothing, and Luciel laughed again.
“Well, as long as the sack of flour is carried properly, does it matter how? But why do you speak informally to me and formally to them?”
“Because it’s convenient. But if that’s the case, I’ll use informal speech with everyone.”
“That would be better.”
After this brief conversation, they resumed their climb. Being carried wasn’t comfortable, but it was better than walking by herself.
After a long while, they finally arrived at an abandoned building deep in the forest.
