Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 77
The light spread in a circle, enveloping the people lying down and continuing to expand.
It sent out waves through the entire village, and then it finally halted. In an instant, the light faded away.
Chess, who had been speechless for a long moment, finally asked Riya,
“What just happened?”
“I should be the one asking that.”
The two stood there in bewilderment until they realized something astonishing. The complexions of the bedridden people had visibly improved.
‘Could it be?’
With that thought, they looked at each other, and the young man closest to them opened his eyes. He began to feel his body with his hands.
“I feel strange. My body feels as light as if I could fly.”
Then he got out of bed and stood on the floor.
“Sys!”
Riya called his name in surprise, but he didn’t respond. Soon, they witnessed a miracle.
“Is Sys standing on his own feet right now?”
Riya blinked and asked Chess.
“It seems so.”
Sys was a young man who, like Aluna, couldn’t use his legs well. At least Aluna could walk with crutches, but Sys couldn’t even do that.
Yet here he was, standing straight in front of them.
Riya opened and closed her mouth several times, unable to find the right words.
The miracle hadn’t only happened to Sys. Patients who had been bedridden began to stand up one by one.
Riya had never believed in gods. She had endured too much suffering to do so.
But now, without realizing it, she clasped her hands together and prayed.
“Thank you, thank you.”
The overwhelming emotion that welled up from deep within filled her chest. Along with this came a question.
Who exactly was that Irene, who was capable of such things?
She racked her brain desperately but could only think of one person.
“The Saintess.”
No one else came to mind. Even the high priest wouldn’t be able to perform such a miracle. This was something only a saintess could achieve.
“Are you really the Saintess?”
Even if she wasn’t, it didn’t matter. To Riya, Irene was already a savior.
At that moment, Riya heard Irene’s voice.
“Yes, that’s right.”
There was no more denying or hiding it.
“Oh my, goodness!”
So, the rumors were true after all.
Riya looked at Irene with a shocked expression.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask, and she wasn’t alone in this.
Everyone who had gotten up was now looking at Irene. At that point, Chess realized he needed to take charge.
“For now, we will escort the Saintess to another location.”
The first thing he did was separate the beneficiaries of the miracle from the Saintess.
The Saintess, who already appeared frail, looked even more exhausted after using her power. The detailed conversations could wait until later.
Chess hurriedly took Irene to Adlen’s house. Just then, Adlen, having seen the light spreading through the village, had rushed outside.
“Chess, what’s going on?”
“The Saintess performed a miracle.”
“A miracle?”
“You must have felt it too.”
“That’s true. My body feels revitalized, and all my old scars are gone.”
Chess updated Adlen on the situation elsewhere.
“Sys is now able to stand up on his own. Aluna has thrown away her crutches.”
Hearing this sent a chill down Adlen’s spine. This person truly was the Saintess.
And the value of a Saintess was indeed immense.
Adlen looked at Irene, who was standing a step behind, with a greedy expression.
“Adlen!”
Eugene slapped Adlen hard on the back.
“Ow, why!”
“Your eyes were glazed over.”
“What are you talking about? I’m fine!”
Adlen grumbled in a delayed attempt to justify herself, but Eugene was right.
Adlen had initially thought to show Irene the village and then let her go. There wasn’t much benefit to keeping the Saintess here, so she wanted to at least make a good impression.
‘But now…’
She started to feel a desire for more. Likely, anyone else would feel the same as Adlen.
‘But that’s not right.’
It was fortunate that Eugene intervened.
Having regained her composure, Adlen thought about what to do next. Although she wanted to keep Irene here forever, she knew that wasn’t possible.
Even now, the Holy Knights and the King’s Knights were likely searching for the Saintess.
Even if the Saintess had come here voluntarily, it was doubtful they would understand.
“Saintess, it seems that—”
Just as she was about to say that they should go back, a deep, resonant sound came from somewhere.
Thud!
The sound was clear, as if it came from right in front of them.
“Adlen!”
“I know.”
Adlen quickly moved and climbed the tallest tree in the village. From there, she could see outside the village, surrounded by cliffs.
A silver-haired man stood near the village, exuding an intense aura.
She instinctively reached for the telescope at her waist and looked through it. The face was familiar.
“It’s the king.”
It was Burt, the King of the North.
‘How did he find this place?’