Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 99
Garan has disappeared, and Guy is properly settled. The pilgrimage group decided to leave for the next country.
“Next is the south.”
Irene drew a line with her finger while looking at the map. As she moved her hand, the end of the line pointed to the southern country.
And the king of the south was Shah-Naz.
He was the king who followed Ramiel most actively.
“It might be difficult.”
Talking to him, he seemed like a strong but ignorant person, but he was well-received by the commoners.
How should I push such a person into the pit of despair?
Irene fell into thought. Then, at the sound of a knock, she looked up at the door.
“It’s Guy.”
As always, Irene answered calmly.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and a tall man stepped inside.
Noah’s body had recovered and become quite sturdy, but Guy was even more so.
Is it because of the royal blood? Having fully recovered, he no longer looked like when they first met.
“You’re looking at the map.”
“Because it’s about time to leave.”
“Are you going to the south first?”
He asked, looking at Irene’s hand resting on the map.
“Yes.”
“South, you mean where Shah-Naz, the raging boar, resides?”
“Raging boar?”
Shah-Naz was quite a handsome man, yet calling him a raging boar made her chuckle uncontrollably.
“As a child, he was restless. He once picked a fight with me over my hair color and got a thorough scolding.”
“So, he hasn’t changed since then.”
“Does he still behave that way?”
Guy shrugged as if he couldn’t believe it.
“By the way, when do you plan to leave?”
“Why do you ask?”
“If possible, I’d like to follow you.”
Irene’s eyes widened at his words. How could someone who just ascended the throne follow us?
“That seems impossible.”
“Indeed, it is.”
Burt walked in through the half-closed door.
“It would be better for you to stay here and manage your subordinates for a while.”
“I’ve managed things to some extent. Can I really not follow you?”
“No.”
His whining reminded me of a large, gentle dog, but Irene firmly refused.
Guy’s presence would be helpful, but they couldn’t just abandon the eastern country.
“R-Really not allowed?”
“No, so give up.”
“Then, Saintess, can I follow you once things are settled?”
“And when do you think that will be?”
“I just want to get permission in advance.”
He insisted so much that she felt guilty refusing any longer.
“Then, after everything is settled.”
“Thank you. I’ll finish everything quickly and follow you.”
Guy’s face lit up. Irene doesn’t understand what makes him so happy.
* * *
Sage held his head, feeling a dull pain. Drinking tea said to be good for headaches and taking medicine didn’t help.
“So, Shah-Naz will be returning.”
“The Saintess has informed us that she will visit the south next. By the way, this tea tastes awful. Why do you drink it?”
“It’s good for your body. Especially for headaches.”
“Headaches? Shouldn’t you go to the temple?”
“Even after going, it didn’t help much.”
Shah-Naz looked puzzled at Sage’s words.
“What about the physician?”
“The same result.”
“That’s strange.”
Basically, royal bloodlines are sturdier than ordinary people. Sage was no exception, yet he was suffering from headaches. It was an impossible story.
“Is it just in your mind?”
“Is it?”
That didn’t seem likely. Sage gave a bitter smile.
It used to be better before, but recently the headaches have become more severe, and strange whispers have started.
He couldn’t understand what was being said, but he judged them to be hallucinations.
‘Maybe I’m cursed.’
If so, who could have cursed him? Someone came to mind, but it couldn’t be her.
Because no matter how much she resented him, as long as she held the position of Saintess, she couldn’t touch anything unholy. And curses were unholy.
“Anyway, I’ll try to resolve this. Shah-Naz, you should depart quickly. If you leave now, you can barely match the Saintess’s schedule.”
“That’s true. But I want to see Ramiel’s face one last time before I go.”
“What if you’re late because of that? Your situation is already bad enough, don’t make it worse.”
Only then did Shah-Naz pout and stand up.
“Fine.”
Having said this much, he would no longer hesitate to leave the center. That was enough.
Sage, still holding his throbbing head, saw Shah-Naz off.