Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 60
The few villagers who had been watching started to withdraw, leaving only the maid, the village chief’s son, and the boy.
“Why are you beating this young boy so harshly?”
The maid, Lani, asked in a sharp voice.
It would be troublesome if the boy, whom the Saintess needed to see, was in such a state. Knowing Irene’s past circumstances made this even more significant.
“Enough. Put your hand down first.”
At her words, the chief’s son hesitated.
He knew rationally that he should listen to her, but his pride held him back.
He was just beating up some trash, and now he was being treated like this? She must not know something.
“This boy deserves to be beaten.”
“Why?”
“He’s trash. Just look at his eyes!”
At this point, the chief’s son thought she would agree with him, but her reaction was far from what he expected.
“What’s wrong with his eyes?”
Her gaze of disgust was directed at him, not the boy.
“They’re crimson red, aren’t they?”
The chief’s son stammered, trying to explain.
“And what’s wrong with that?”
What’s wrong with red? It’s the ominous color and symbol!
Living a life indulging in alcohol and women, he was oblivious to the outside world’s news. Although he knew the new Saintess was visiting the village, he didn’t know the color of her eyes.
His father, the chief, had warned him, but after drinking several bottles, all his memories had faded away.
As he rolled his eyes, unsure of what to do, another person appeared.
A large man dressed in white robes, symbolizing the goddess, appeared. He was clearly a Holy Knight.
“What seems to be the problem?”
“Holy Knight, this man was beating a young boy. The very boy the Saintess wanted to see.”
At this point, even a fool would realize something was wrong. The same went for the boy who was being beaten.
“Oh my, what are you doing here!”
The village chief suddenly appeared, urgently intervening.
“I’m sorry. It seems my son has committed a grave mistake. He’s a bit slow-witted. Please show mercy!”
The chief bowed repeatedly to the maid and the Holy Knight.
“Father!”
The father, who seemed like a savior, instead began to beat his son.
The blows to his back were harsh, but the son couldn’t say anything. He saw the anxious trembling in his father’s eyes.
“If he’s slow-witted, shouldn’t you take better care of him?”
At the maid’s stern words, the chief continued to apologize profusely. It was only after a long while that the maid and the Holy Knight took the boy and left.
“Oh goodness, that was a close call! A really close call!”
“Father, what’s going on? Why is the Saintess looking for trash?”
“You forgot what I told you again! That’s why I told you to quit drinking, you fool!”
“Why?”
“The current Saintess has red eyes.”
The village chief’s son blinked slowly at those words.
“How can someone with such an ominous symbol be a Saintess?”
“How should I know!”
“Isn’t this a lie?”
“It’s true, you fool. And she’s performed more miracles than any other Saintess in history. You almost caused us a huge problem!”
Red eyes… Perhaps she felt pity for someone with the same eyes.
But how could someone of noble blood be similar to such a lowly person? The chief grumbled as he smacked his son’s back again.
The boy was first cleaned and given new clothes. After that, his wounds were treated.
The priest hesitated for a moment but quietly healed him.
‘This is strange.’
He felt like he had suddenly fallen into a strange world.
It was the first time anyone had stopped someone from beating him. And that person was the Saintess’s maid.
‘And the Saintess wants to see me.’
Why? Because they both had red eyes? A sense of kinship? Even so, the Saintess and he had grown up in very different environments.
Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
“Now you look more like a person.”
The maid, who had come in after the priest left, examined the boy and smiled in satisfaction.
“You’re going to meet the Saintess now, and she’s a noble person, so you must greet her properly. You probably don’t know how, so I’ll teach you.”
Introducing herself as Lani, the maid taught the boy many things.
Fortunately, the boy wasn’t slow, so it didn’t take him long to learn everything.
