Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 97
“What do you want?”
Garan’s voice sounded desperate to Irene. Was he asking because he didn’t know what she wanted?
She blinked slowly.
The painful memories were still so vivid, yet the perpetrator was asking what she wanted.
It was obvious.
‘What I want is.’
Revenge. That one word defined it all.
“Do you think such revenge is appropriate for a saintess?”
Mentioning the saintess even brought out a laugh from her.
“If I were wrong, the goddess would have stopped me.”
But look. There was no one here to stop Irene.
Even the beasts were cooperating with her, yet he still expected a benevolent saintess?
If so, he was mistaken. Most of her heart had been lost during the torture.
She had met people in similar situations recently, and while her personality had changed somewhat, her inner self remained unchanged.
Irene believed that.
The excruciating pain, the agony! It was no different from when she cried out in that torment. She no longer wanted to hear Garan’s hypocritical words.
“Guy.”
At her call, Guy stepped forward and began to manipulate the shadows.
“Do you think I will lose just like this?”
Garan screamed as he fought against Guy. The commotion ensued, but no one appeared. Burt had already secured the area beforehand.
As Garan struggled to fend off Guy’s attacks, wolves pounced on him.
No, it wasn’t just wolves. Birds also appeared from nowhere, disorienting him.
“Y-You, You are not a saintess! You’re a demon. You must be a demon!”
What was he babbling about? Irene listened to Garan’s outburst with a deflated expression.
“Is that all you have to say?”
It seemed she would never receive a genuine apology from him. If he were capable of that, he wouldn’t have acted this way in the first place.
After a long struggle, Garan finally collapsed, unable to muster any more strength.
“You’ll regret this.”
Garan snarled, forcing a grin.
“I don’t care.”
“Am I going to die like this?”
“Technically, you will be missing. Isn’t that a merciful death?”
“This is?”
“You will die without pain.”
With that, Irene stepped back. She thought it was right for Guy to finish it. He had been imprisoned and deprived of his freedom for so long.
Garan looked at the approaching Guy and took a deep breath. In the end, neither Garan nor Guy kept their mother’s last wish.
The deep night passed, and dawn began to approach.
The wolves dispersed, and the birds returned to their places. How many times had this revenge taken place?
Including what was done to her father, it was the second time. No, thinking about it, there was also the incident with Lani. So, it was the third time.
She tried to think more but gave up. Right now, she didn’t want to think about anything.
The first revenge had been more nauseating than satisfying. She couldn’t understand the mindset of someone who enjoyed tormenting others.
The second revenge left her speechless.
She remembered the look of despair on her father’s face, yet her heart remained surprisingly unresponsive.
And this time…
‘I don’t know.’
Irene placed her hand on her chest and watched as Guy erased the traces.
“Lady Irene, we need to return.”
Burt’s voice came from behind.
They had set up a double for Irene and rushed here, clinging to Burt. The rain had come while she was being carried by Burt, not at the altar.
What she thought was impossible turned out to be possible.
“Yes. The double must be struggling by now.”
Lani would block others from entering, but there were limits. It was best to return as quickly as possible.
From a distance, it might be hard to tell, but up close, they would notice it was a double.
At times like this, Allen’s morning greetings were a nuisance.
“Yes.”
Irene briefly nodded and leaned against Burt again. She felt weak and her body slumped.
“You must be exhausted.”
It was indeed exhausting.
Burt started moving quickly. So fast that it made her dizzy, and she had to close her eyes tightly.
“We’ve arrived.”
“Lady Saintess!”
Lani, who had been waiting anxiously, greeted Irene.
“What about Guy?”
“He has an alibi, so he’ll be fine.”
Burt had discreetly reached out to the noble Guy was supposed to meet, and the noble had accepted. Guy was to be seen as having spent the night at the noble’s mansion.
Guy knew this too, so after erasing the traces, he would return to the noble’s mansion, not here.
Lani changed Irene out of her rain-soaked clothes, and Burt disappeared.
As Irene was pushed into bed in her pajamas, Burt asked,
“How do you feel?”
“What kind of answer are you expecting?”
“I’m just curious.”
Feelings, huh? Irene stared at Burt for a moment before turning and burrowing under the blanket.
“I’m not in the mood to talk right now.”
It was a dismissal.
Burt bowed politely and exited through the window. He would probably return to his room.
“Now, get some rest.”
With Lani’s voice as the last sound, Irene was left alone.
Lying flat, she rubbed her face with her hands before falling asleep.