Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 57
“What’s going on?”
Allen looked up, about to say it was nothing. But before he could, Patterson spoke up.
“Saintess! Someone needs your help!”
“Sir Patterson!”
Allen tried to stop Patterson, but he ignored him completely.
The commotion woke people one by one, and they stepped outside. Among them were High Priest Grein and King Garan of the East.
“Please, lend us your aid.”
Patterson exaggeratedly waved his hands and bowed deeply.
“That man makes me uneasy,”
Lani whispered, having observed the scene the whole time.
“Now that I think about it, it’s Sir Patterson. He was quite famous, wasn’t he?”
“For what?”
“For following Lady Ramiel around. He said all sorts of things back then. Like wanting to become the head of the Holy Knights for her or calling her the only true Saintess. All sweet talk.”
“Why?”
“Because he doesn’t have the skills for it.”
Lani spilled everything she knew.
‘So, this is all a scheme because he doesn’t trust me?’
It wasn’t surprising. Even after showing miracles, some still doubted her.
But causing a scene here, wasn’t that just amateurish?
“Shall I take care of it?”
Garan, who had approached quietly, asked with a sky smile.
“What do you mean by take care of it?”
Burt chimed in.
“You know what I mean.”
“Then, the answer is no.”
“Are you going to leave the Saintess’s enemy alone then?”
Garan’s eyes gleamed wickedly as he spoke.
“At least not here.”
“I understand that much.”
Garan and Burt exchanged glances, seemingly in agreement on some level.
“Then, Saintess.”
“Saintess.”
“What do you desire?”
“We will do as you wish.”
Behind them, Grain appeared belatedly, looking troubled.
“I’m sorry, Saintess. I’ll go down and handle this.”
“No, it’s fine. They’re calling so desperately, I should go.”
Irene spoke curtly and slowly descended.
Her body was still weary from the journey, but she didn’t want to avoid this situation.
She was no longer the girl who could do nothing in the past.
Irene went down to the first floor and looked at Patterson, who had called her, straight in the eye. His confident gaze made her feel nauseous.
‘Someone who judges everything by appearances.’
This was the person the goddess had mentioned.
“Okay, I’m here. Where is the person who is in need of help?”
“They’re in the inn’s front yard.”
The inn’s door opened, and torches were lit. As the light spread, the situation in the front yard became clear.
There was a young man lying on a stretcher and a cow. The young man’s lower body was soaked in blood, looking severe at a glance. In contrast, the cow seemed to have only an injured leg, with no other visible wounds.
As Irene descended into the yard, all eyes were on her. Some gazes were filled with faith, others with doubt, and some were just watching. Amid these stares, she approached the young man.
At first, the young man looked surprised to see Irene’s face. But then, with a pained expression, he called out to her.
“S-Saintess.”
Irene looked steadily at the young man and read the doubt in his eyes.
It’s probably because of her appearance.
[It’s alright.]
A gentle voice seemed to come from somewhere.
Following that voice, Irene placed her hand on the young man’s body.
A bright light burst forth, and as if time was rewinding, the young man’s wounds began to heal. Broken bones mended, and torn skin rejoined.
Though she only touched the young man, the healing extended beyond him. The cow’s leg, lying nearby, also rapidly returned to its original state.
The holy light healed everything. Some of the Holy Knights watching began to clasp their hands in prayer.
Patterson’s desired outcome did not occur.
“Do you still doubt?”
Allen asked Patterson, who had been watching. Patterson clenched his lips and then spat out a reply through gritted teeth.
“Why?”
“Everything is the goddess’s will.”
“I can’t believe it!”
“Sir Patterson.”
“Do you believe it, Captain? She is an ominous symbo…”
Patterson’s words were cut short. Allen had punched him in the face.
The punch was so strong that Patterson was sent flying.
“Captain!”
