Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 20
“That’s not necessary. I’ll give a word to the temple side so they can stay comfortably.”
“Do that.”
She had no intention of tormenting them easily. While no one had taken care of her since she was young, there were many who tormented her.
And Irene remembered all those people.
Being laughed at in plain view was merely the tip of the iceberg. Initially, the bullying was simple, but it later became so severe that no one intervened.
The Duke of Rostelle was no different. He not only disliked young Irene but also paid her no attention whatsoever.
A young girl disliked by those in power. She was easy prey for them.
Irene couldn’t say anything either. She endured, hoping to be loved by her father, foolishly acting in hopes of receiving even a moment of warm attention.
‘I was a fool.’
But not anymore. She had already experienced death once, and her standing in life had changed significantly since then.
That’s why she was curious about the maids’ reactions.
“I’d like to see them.”
Would they act the same this time, or would their attitudes change? Irene quietly lifted one corner of her mouth.
‘Just as I expected.’
Burt sensed it. The maids were not those who had taken proper care of Irene. If they were, she wouldn’t have expressed a desire to see them with such a cold expression.
‘What was the goddess thinking?’
The saintess, hated by everyone, ended up hating people. And she wanted to destroy this world where those people existed.
The thoughts of revenge entertained by a saintess meant to protect the world were destructively unimaginable.
‘Was it right to encourage revenge?’
Suddenly, such a thought crossed her mind. It was a card played to prevent the saintess’s death, but now, she wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do.
How far would the saintess’s revenge reach?
It was beyond any guess.
Initially, there was belief in being able to manipulate the saintess as desired, but as days passed, that belief changed. How long could this continue?
Burt thought as he looked at the saintess, who had laid her weary body on the bed.
The cleric guided the maids from the Duke of Rostelle’s household to their accommodations.
“You’ll be staying here for a while.”
The door, painted white, was delicately carved, and the interior was as well-appointed as a noble’s room.
Every piece of furniture placed within was expensive, and the bed was large enough to comfortably fit two people.
For the maids, mostly of low noble origin, it was a room beyond their dreams.
However, the complexions of the maids meeting her were uniformly poor. So much so that the guiding cleric asked,
“Are you unwell? Though I’m not much, may I offer some help?”
Under normal circumstances, it would have been a welcome offer, but all the maids shook their heads in refusal.
“It is alright. We will manage from here on.”
“Are you sure? Still, if you need anything, please call for us. Since you’ve been attending to the saintess, she might be able to stay more comfortably in the temple.”
The cleric said this with a smile.
At that, the face of the woman standing at the forefront among the maids turned as pale as a sheet. The cleric noticed her discomfort and offered treatment again, but the woman managed a forced smile and said,
“It’s just nerves. I’ll be fine after resting a bit.”
“Ha-ha, the temple isn’t much different from the outside world. Please, make yourselves comfortable.”
“Yes, we will do that.”
The cleric, with a friendly face, went back. Only after he had left did a maid let out a deep sigh.
“Mary.”
Lani, another maid standing behind her, called out.
“Hmm?”
“Will we really be okay?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
“But.”
Lani hesitated, fidgeting with her fingers. She had never imagined that such a situation would arise.
Irene, born with all the ominous symbols and ostracized even by the duke’s household, had become a saintess!
They were scared that their past actions might come back to haunt them as retribution.
How had they tormented her over the years? The more they remembered, the more their bodies shrank back.
They had thought it was natural to do so since everyone else was doing it.
The actions taken out of spite, whenever they faced difficulties, did not take long to become routine.
They had cruelly tormented the little bastard who had entered the mansion until she grew into an adult. The mistreatment continued until she was dragged out of the mansion, accused of being an assassin for another saintess candidate.
