Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 62
“Well, that makes things easier. And from now on, call me Lani. Haven’t you heard my name before?”
The boy shook his head. He had actually heard the name when the holy knight spoke to the maid, but he didn’t think it was worth remembering.
And he still thought so now.
‘But I should remember it, right?’
The boy responded obediently.
“Yes, Lani.”
“Just call me Lani.”
“Yes, Lani.”
“How old are you, anyway? I should at least know that.”
“Nineteen.”
“What?”
Lani looked surprised.
“Then why are you so small?”
“Do I need to grow more?”
“Of course!”
Talking idly with Lani was starting to bore him.
But not wanting to move away from the saintess’s door, Noah stood his ground. Just then, the door to the adjacent room opened.
“Lord Burt!”
A large man with silver hair emerged and immediately grabbed Noah’s arm, lifting him up. Unlike the saintess, this man exuded immense pressure.
“Who are you?”
“I am Burt, the King of the North.”
He was a chosen one, different from Noah from the very beginning.
He looked Noah up and down with a cold gaze and said,
“First, we need to feed you well. Make sure he eats plenty before we leave the village.”
“What? Yes!”
“Since the saintess wants to keep him close, he should be somewhat useful. Right now, he looks like he can barely follow.”
How did he know that?
The conversation with the saintess had been in the room, just the two of them. Even though it was the next room, their voices hadn’t been loud. How could he have heard?
“Yes, I’ll make sure he eats well.”
Lani bowed her head in response. Then Burt released Noah’s arm. During this whole process, Noah couldn’t do anything.
‘I don’t like him.’
He felt that way, but what could he do? The man was one of the four kings and a powerful figure.
Noah bowed before the powerful, as he always did.
After Burt left, only Lani and Noah remained.
“Alright, let’s get you something to eat. Have you eaten anything today?”
“No.”
“What about yesterday?”
“Grass.”
“Grass? Actual grass?”
“Yes.”
“My goodness. It’s going to be tough to fatten you up.”
Lani took Noah downstairs and seated him at a table. She then brought out soup, soft white bread, and milk.
“You haven’t had proper food, so start with the soup. If the bread is too hard to eat, you can skip it.”
Did she really give this to him to eat? Was there something hidden inside?
He hesitated for a moment but was too hungry to resist. So Noah picked up the bowl and began slurping the soup.
“Use the spoon! You should use the spoon!”
The warm, soft soup slid down his throat, making him stop thinking. His stomach, having finally received proper food, rumbled with joy.
“Heavens, it was amazing. He ate half a pot of soup in one sitting. I had to stop him from eating more, fearing he might get sick.”
Lani reported Noah’s situation to Irene with a flabbergasted expression.
“He said he’ll sleep in the stable since there are no empty rooms. How can he do that when he’s now supposed to serve the saintess?”
“If there really isn’t any place, he can take a corner of my room.”
“What? Absolutely not!”
“He’s still young.”
“He’s a boy, and he’s nineteen years old!”
“Nineteen?”
Lani, lecturing Irene, was very different from her former self.
Can people change? There was no trace of the old Lani who used to torment Irene.
It was fascinating to see her now taking such good care of the boy with red eyes.
“Don’t you find the red eyes ominous?”
Lani hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“But Irene, your eyes are red too, and you’re a saintess. Besides, you gave Noah his name yourself. How could I treat him poorly?”
People’s perceptions seemed to be changing.
Realizing this felt like a hammer striking her head.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Then I’ll be going now. Please rest.”
“Okay.”
After Lani left, Irene was alone in the room.
“Change, huh.”
Why do people change?
She wasn’t like this before. Did she change because of the pain she endured, or was there another reason?
Irene couldn’t understand. Lost in thought, she heard a knock on the door.
This time, the visitor was Burt.
“You’ve taken in the boy with red eyes.”
“Yes.”
“Is it out of pity?”
“That might be part of it.”
“He’s a dangerous child with radical ideas.”
“So am I. Does that pose a problem?”
Irene decided to stand her ground confidently.
When she stood firm, Burt never refused her. That was what she had learned so far.
“…No, it’s not a problem. But before he stays with you, I’ll put him through some training. Even a useless dog should be helpful to its master.”
Somehow, his words were harsher than usual.
