Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 120
Who are you? The question reappeared on Irene’s face.
Just then, two men entered through the open door. Their faces were dark and indistinct, their forms barely human.
They seemed to be the torturers from Irene’s memory.
“It’s torture time.”
The shorter one shouted.
“Let’s enjoy it!”
The taller one chuckled. Hearing that, Irene’s trembling intensified.
“The torture isn’t over?”
“It is over.”
“But!”
“Didn’t I tell you? You won’t have to suffer anymore.”
At that moment, Burt exerted his power. The curses, taking the form of torturers, desperately lunged at him, unwilling to retreat easily.
Holding Irene’s small, frail body close, Burt summoned all his strength.
* * *
Irene strained to see through her vision. However, nothing was clear.
Horrific sounds filled her ears, but oddly, she wasn’t scared. It must have been because of the arms holding her so tightly now.
In his embrace, it felt like nothing could hurt her.
‘I need to see who he is.’
If her eyes couldn’t see, she had to find out another way.
Irene raised her hand to feel his face. Her fingers, messy and wet, stung.
Realizing her hand was bleeding, she tried to pull away, but a gentle voice encouraged her.
“If you’re curious, you can keep touching.”
Cheered up by his words, she reached out again. She felt his sharp eyes, straight nose, soft lips, and firm jaw, trying to memorize his features in her mind.
Meanwhile, the strange noises gradually faded.
“Those who tormented you no longer exist here. So please, come back to us.”
With those words, her consciousness began to sink deeply. Or perhaps it was rising.
The constant tightness in her chest eased, and her vision cleared.
And finally.
Irene opened her eyes. For a moment, she stared blankly at the ceiling, then turned her gaze to the side.
There, she saw a man with silver hair, collapsed and holding her hand tightly.
“Burt.”
She didn’t remember what had happened for him to be like this. Her memory was hazy.
“Saintess, the Saintess has awakened!”
Grein’s voice echoed as Allen approached closer.
“Are you alright?”
There was no reason not to be. As she slowly retraced her memories, she remembered.
‘I collapsed from the curse.’
The last person she saw then was Burt.
“I am fine.”
She felt lighter than expected.
“But why is Burt like this?”
“Well, about that…”
Grein looked at Irene with a troubled expression.
“It’s nothing serious. The curse was too strong, so I infused some of my power.”
Just then, Burt stood up. He spoke calmly, though he looked more exhausted than she’d ever seen him.
“Is that even possible?”
When she asked Grein, he responded with an awkward expression.
“I-I suppose it is?”
“I see.”
If it was possible, he must have done it. Thinking that, she tried to sit up, and her stomach growled.
“You’re hungry. I’ll tell Lani to bring some food.”
Did he really have to point that out now? Irene’s ears turned red.
Before long, Lani brought in some soup, and Irene started eating.
Just having soup felt a bit dull, but it was still good to have something in her stomach.
“Oh, what a relief! We were so worried that the Saintess might not wake up.”
“Really?”
“Yes. But it’s such a relief to see you awake and looking well after being bedridden.”
“Is that so?”
Answering half-heartedly, Irene was about to take another spoonful of soup when a memory surfaced.
She remembered feeling someone’s face with her hands. Irene recalled that memory.
Sharp eyes, a straight nose, soft lips, a firm jaw.
As she remembered this, the memory of the curse, which she had momentarily forgotten, came rushing back.
“What?”
The spoon slipped from her hand. Noah, who was beside her, caught it, but even he didn’t notice.
“Is this a joke?”
“W-What is?”
Lani, who was beside her, asked, but it didn’t register with Irene. Not just her earlobes but her entire face turned bright red.
‘You won’t have to suffer anymore. Because I will make sure of it.’
The man had definitely said that. And that voice was very familiar to Irene.
‘Burt!’
It was Burt’s voice.
Irene wondered what on earth was going on as she tried to calm her flushed face. It wasn’t easy, and soon she forgot all about eating.
