Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 33
“I cannot believe it! A person born under an ominous sign is the saint? Black hair and red eyes were those of the demon race in the past!”
Indeed. That was why people had been avoiding and persecuting those with black hair and red eyes until now.
Roxon said,
“How can someone, whom even we, the high priests, cannot hear, listen to the voice of the goddess? Does that make any sense?”
“Roxon!”
Grein raised her voice louder and called out to him. Only after her firm voice blocked the words did Roxon close his mouth with a surprised expression.
“Such words should not be carelessly spoken. Saintess Irene is the saint chosen by the goddess herself.”
At those words, Roxon kept his mouth shut for a long time, maintaining silence. His eyes, flickering in the light, seemed to reflect his troubled heart.
He muttered in a low voice,
“Could that have been… truly the voice of the goddess?”
“Get a hold of yourself!”
Grein shouted like she was screaming. Roxon was making senseless remarks right now.
“Are you doubting the intentions of the goddess now?”
“No, not at all. It’s just that I…”
Roxon grimaced in pain, wrapping his head with both hands.
“We must not doubt the goddess.”
At the firm voice, Roxon let out a low moan,
“I know.”
“You should know.”
Grein, biting her lips tightly, sighed deeply and said,
“This matter will be kept secret, so please do not think otherwise. We are apostles of the goddess. Do not forget.”
“I won’t forget.”
“That’s all there is to it.”
Grein looked at Roxon with a worried expression. Ever since the new saint was decided, he had been showing such an attitude.
Indeed, she too was initially surprised, but if it was the will of the goddess, then as apostles, all they had to do was follow.
Actions like Roxon’s, doubting and trying to find out, were not desirable. If the one at the top wavers, those below are bound to shake as well.
Now was not the time for that. It was time to persuade and embrace the saint who only harbored resentment towards them.
That was the only way for them to survive going forward.
“Please, do not doubt.”
Grein added her words once more.
That night, particularly many things happened.
High Priest Roxon was holed up in the prayer room, spending the night, and Burt had left his post for a bit due to another matter that had arisen after a long time.
“Even if I’m away, another will keep watch outside your door. There won’t be any danger.”
“Understood.”
Irene replied brusquely, turning her head away.
“You mean to say, ‘Stay put’?”
“Something like that.”
“Don’t worry and go. I’m not planning on breaking my promise now.”
“Of course, I trust you. Let me introduce you to my subordinate, Sir Sizu.”
No sooner had Burt finished his words than a neatly dressed man deeply bowed.
“You can rest assured, his skills are unquestionable.”
“I will indeed protect the saint.”
Sir Sizu uttered his vow with a steadfast voice.
“Got it, now go.”
“I will return as quickly as possible. Be careful.”
Be careful, huh. It was a phrase that didn’t suit the saint.
But to Irene, who hadn’t yet firmly established herself, it was a natural remark. Many people still doubted her.
It wasn’t unreasonable. Irene had not yet been able to fully demonstrate her abilities as a saint.
She had naturally come to understand her abilities upon becoming a saint, but managing the power was far from easy.
Burt had suggested it might be due to her mindset, and that seemed like a possibility.
How could a saint, who wished for the world’s destruction, adeptly handle powers meant to benefit others?
She was not fit to be a saint.
After Burt left, Sizu, along with the temple’s paladins, kept watch outside the door. It seemed he chose to do so from outside, likely to avoid burdening her.
After all, it was typically only in a romantic relationship that a man would stay in a woman’s room.
‘It’s quiet.’
Irene enjoyed the rare silence, looking out the window.
Despite the deep night, she could tell the sky was cloudy. Would there ever be a day when the sky would clear?
Would her heart remain unchanged? Could she use her abilities for the happiness of others?
It was uncertain.
She curled up and pulled the blanket over her head, waiting for sleep to come. But then, a faint sound reached her ears.
Swoosh.
There shouldn’t be anyone else in the room right now. Irene pushed back the blanket and looked around. Nothing was visible.
Swoosh.
The sound came again. Her tense body stiffened.
Even now, if she were to get up and rush to knock on the door, Sir Sizu would come in to protect her. However, she did not do that.
“Who’s there?”
As her voice echoed in the quiet room, the sound that was coming stopped. And not long after, the shadow in the corner of the room began to move, rising up and enlarging its form.
‘It’s Magic!’
