Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 50
Only after Irene’s gaze followed where Allen was looking did she slightly lift one corner of her mouth.
“It’s alright. It was not your fault.”
“No, it was indeed my fault.”
“Why?”
“Because I did not stop it.”
“Did you know?”
“I did not know.”
“You didn’t know.”
Irene looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then slowly lowered her head.
“Alright. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Saintess.”
Allen found Irene’s expression heartbreaking. She clearly had no affection or trust left for the temple.
“You seem tired, Saintess. Please allow us to leave.”
The maid interjected. Irene did not respond to the maid’s impudent interruption, so Allen had no choice but to leave.
“Goddess.”
How had things gotten so twisted? Allen sighed deeply.
‘Even so,’
He couldn’t give up yet. He could see it as soon as he looked at her. Irene was undoubtedly the saint.
Now, Allen’s only duty was to protect and serve the saint.
Allen shook off whatever little hope he had left and stood upright again.
His other name was the Goddess’s mad dog. He was, as they say, a fanatic. Now that he truly understood the will of the Goddess, he would not waver again.
“Goddess’s fanatic. That’s another nickname for Sir Allen.”
“A fanatic?”
“Yes, it’s quite a well-known story.”
But why hadn’t she known about it?
Irene made a puzzled expression but soon understood. At that time, she had lived as if confined in a small box.
She always went to similar places and met the same people. So, it was possible to not know even the famous stories that everyone else did. This seemed to be one of those cases.
“So, you can trust him. He would do anything for the Goddess. Rumor has it that he’s a more devout follower than High Priests who hasn’t received an answer from the Goddess.”
“Priests haven’t received any answer from the Goddess?”
“Ah, you didn’t know?”
“That’s right.”
“It is also quite a well-known story. It’s been quite a while since High Priests last heard the Goddess’s response. They say he’s been very anxious about it.”
It seemed like something he would have desperately tried to hide, yet she wondered how they had found out.
When she was in the duke’s house, she thought of Mary as an incompetent maid who only followed around, but now that she started to think and act on her own, she turned out to be quite capable.
The information she gathered here and there was helpful to Irene, which was why she let her chatter on.
Anyway, if Lani’s words were true, it meant that she was the only one who could currently hear the voice of the Goddess.
‘Should I view this positively, or—’
Should she view it negatively?
Others might harbor doubts since they could not hear the voice of the Goddess.
Still, would they doubt even after witnessing a miracle? But it’s hard to know with people.
“Well done.”
At Irene’s words, Lani beamed with a bright smile.
“I’ll find out more. I can do better.”
“Yes, keep it up like this.”
“Yes, of course.”
Lani left the room with a light, almost floating step; it was nearly time for her medication.
Before the pilgrimage began, many people visited Irene.
Among them was Garan. As soon as he entered, he put his hand to his ear and pretended to listen.
“Don’t you hear it, Saint?”
“What?”
“Don’t you know? Since the day of the miracle, Duke Rostelle has been frequently visiting the temple, wailing.”
Yes, she knew. Duke Rostelle still harbored passion for her despite being decisively cut off by Irene.
He had been visiting the temple daily, trying to cling back to his daughter Irene, but the temple did not open its doors to him.
So the Duke began to descend into madness. He would stomp his feet and bang on the door like a madman, sometimes screaming, sometimes collapsing right there to pray.
“This story has nothing to do with me.”
“Indeed, I feel the same way.”
Garan said this with a twinkle in his eye.
“So, what brings you here today?”
“I’ve come to introduce someone to you.”
Garan stepped aside, gesturing towards two individuals who had entered with him.
“This is Theo, the royal knight commander who will be guarding us during the pilgrimage. And this is Aris, the head maid.”
While the introduction of the knight commander made sense, Irene wondered about the need to introduce the head maid. Garan noticed her puzzled look and elaborated.
“It seems the attendants provided by the temple are insufficient, so I’ve brought a few maids as well. They are exceptional and will surely take good care of you.”
At this, Lani, who was standing in a corner, looked visibly upset.
