Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 47
[Finally, you smile. How nice it is to see.]
“It’s not because I’m happy.”
[Still. It’s good to smile often.]
The boundless and profound benevolence of the goddess seemed almost enveloping.
‘If it weren’t for everything I’ve been through, I might have been drawn in.’
Now that so much had happened, it was too late to entrust everything to the goddess. Therefore, Irene steeled her resolve once more.
[Now that the appointment ceremony is over, you’ll be visiting the territories of the kings.]
“Yes.”
[You will be overseeing these lands, so take a careful look around.]
She didn’t respond this time. The flames of hatred still burning in her heart were not yet quenched, and she couldn’t find the words to reply.
So, she simply rose and left the prayer room.
Burt was looking up at the sky.
The rain that had poured down all morning had thinned and then stopped. The rain had ceased, so it was time for the sun to rise, but the sky remained overcast.
‘It’s because the saintess is not in good spirits.’
The world moves and flows with the saintess. Thus, efforts are made to foster positive emotions in her from a young age, but Irene had not received such care.
No one thought she would become the saintess, so they did not teach her.
‘It’s too late to teach her now.’
Burt shifted his gaze back to the door of the prayer room. Soon she would be traveling through the king’s territories on her mission, but how did she plan to exact her revenge?
He had urged revenge upon Irene as a stimulus for her dreary life.
Due to this, part of the world might be destroyed, but that would still be better than everything collapsing. It wouldn’t be a bad choice for others either.
It was just that simple.
Creak.
The door to the prayer room opened, and Irene appeared. Burt, seeing her, moved closer and extended his arm.
He didn’t know what she had been doing inside, but today her eyes weren’t red, so it seemed there had been nothing to cry about.
“Burt.”
Irene called out Burt’s name first. She had called him by name so few times that he could count them on one hand.
He didn’t harbor any special feelings about this, but today his emotions were complicated. How should he define this feeling?
“Yes.”
Irene’s slender fingers touched his arm. The physician had done his best, but scars remained.
Yet, he didn’t mind her appearance.
“The goddess said I did well.”
“The goddess said that?”
“Yes.”
Burt knew that Irene heard the goddess’s voice. But the fact that the goddess had said such things.
Wasn’t this tantamount to the goddess expressing full trust and support for the saintess?
“That’s good.”
“Is it?”
Irene closed her mouth following Burt’s words. She seemed to realize belatedly that they were not in a relationship where such conversations were typical.
It would be better if she could open up and rely on others more.
Burt lamented that she did not easily trust others, likely because she had only been hurt by the world thus far. But what could he do? This was something only time could heal. So, he decided to wait a bit longer.
He was aware of Garan’s mischief, but still, he couldn’t easily abandon the first person who had reached out to her. Besides, he considered himself quite competent.
Realizing this gave Burt a bit of leisure.
‘I’ve become more relaxed,’
he repeated to himself.
He felt a strange sensation but suppressed it internally. It was an inappropriate emotion.
“It’s enough for now.”
Upon reaching her room, Irene removed her hand from Burt’s arm. Afterwards, her new maid, Lani, who had become a very devoted follower after the major incident, attended to her.
Lani seemed ready to do anything Irene commanded, such was her dedication. Knowing her past, Burt still chose to keep her close.
‘It shouldn’t be bad.’
With this thought, Burt parted ways with Irene at the entrance.
However, that didn’t mean he was going far. A separate room had been prepared right next to hers, so he simply entered there.
Originally, the room was meant for a high-ranking priest serving the saintess, but Burt had taken it over.
Irene wanted to be alone, but he couldn’t leave her completely by herself, so it had to be this way. From here, monitoring for intruders was not difficult.
Burt stood by the window and quietly opened and closed his eyes. Darkness had already fallen outside.
