Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 131
The two bickered throughout the dance, but to others, it didn’t appear that way. Whispering to each other and dancing to the music, they seemed like a perfect pair.
A lady who had been watching them in awe spoke up.
“They’re beautiful.”
“Aren’t they? They look surprisingly good together. And the Saintess dances well, too.”
“Well, she is a duke’s daughter, after all.”
They had already forgotten about Sage and Ramiel, who had showcased their flashy skills earlier.
“Doesn’t it feel almost sacred?”
“It does.”
Some people draw attention without needing to be flashy. The Northern King and the Saintess were such people. The welcome party began to revolve around them again.
Irene and Burt weren’t the only ones questioning the overly extravagant welcome party. Some of the nobles who usually resided here also found it strange.
“Sage isn’t one to enjoy this sort of thing.”
“Could it be because he’s in love? Maybe he made it grander for Lady Ramiel.”
“But the party is supposed to honor the Saintess. It was a bit excessive.”
Amidst such conversations, a change occurred among those enjoying the drinks.
“How can someone like that be a Saintess? An ominous symbol for a Saintess. There must be some mistake.”
People began to voice their usual thoughts freely.
“Exactly, I thought the same thing.”
There were others who chimed in, agreeing with him. Those who were less drunk looked at him in horror, but he seemed oblivious to their stares.
As he shouted unabashedly, attention began to turn toward him.
“Are you crazy?”
“Crazy? I’m perfectly sane!”
“No, you must be insane right now. Shut your mouth immediately!”
Even as those around him tried to intervene, the man wouldn’t stop. By the time they thought they might need to use more forceful measures, he had already insulted the goddess.
“This is the first mistake the goddess has made!”
Those who were still sober began to distance themselves from him.
“Even if he’s drunk, how can he not know what can and cannot be said?”
Holy Knights inside the hall slowly surrounded them, forming a circle.
“Shut your mouth right now!”
A friend of his finally resorted to throwing a punch. It was all in an effort to save him, but even with a bloody nose, the man continued shouting.
“The current Saintess is a false one! The true Saintess is elsewhere! Bring forth the true child of the goddess!”
Then he collapsed forward. By the time the Holy Knights reached him, he had already stopped breathing. The welcome party had turned into chaos.
People near the man were taken away by the Holy Knights, and the remaining guests scattered. The once-lavish hall now radiated a chilly atmosphere.
Burt said nothing to Irene.
But she could tell what he wanted to say, so she spoke.
“It’s alright.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Then just know it that way. It’s alright.”
Was what just happened merely the rantings of a drunken man, or was it the result of some other force at work? Allen would find out.
As they watched the hall being cleared, Ramiel approached from afar and asked.
“Saintess, are you alright? We should have been more careful. I apologize.”
Beside her, Sage bowed his head. He looked like a puppet being controlled, following Ramiel’s lead.
“You don’t need to apologize. It wasn’t your doing.”
There were many things she wanted to ask, but there were still too many eyes watching.
“No, it happened within the palace walls. I will actively cooperate.”
Was it just her imagination? It felt as though Ramiel was smiling.
But she couldn’t see her expression. She, too, had her head bowed like Sage.
Irene stared at the back of Ramiel’s head for a moment, then looked away.
“Let’s go back.”
Burt offered his arm, and Irene placed her hand on it. The exhaustion she had forgotten about came rushing back, and she wanted to rest.
“I’m going to get some rest.”
“Yes, please rest well.”
“Thank you.”
Irene replied simply and turned around. In the past, she had been in that position, but now the roles were reversed.
So, is it satisfying? If asked, she wouldn’t know.
