The Reward for Saving The World is a Husband - Chapter 36
“You’re not planning to kill them all… are you?”
“Oh, no way.”
The saintess, still trembling, closed her eyes tightly, seemingly trying to figure out if I was being serious or not.
After a moment, she opened her eyes and said, “I’ll help you however I can, but could you promise me one thing?”
“Go ahead, tell me.”
“I hope you’ll try to resolve things without killing as many people as possible.”
“Of course. I’m a pacifist.”
“What?”
“Hm?”
I’m serious. I really am a pacifist. I just have a natural instinct to gently set things that are out of place back where they belong.
Even if the saintess hadn’t requested it, I had already planned to resolve things without killing as many people as possible.
Killing is too easy. It’s so simple and straightforward that it doesn’t appeal to me. Even though there were restrictions on my abilities now, it was still the same.
‘I’ll make sure they pay the price for all the humiliation and abuse.’
Just like the pain and wounds Elias had suffered, they would have to face the consequences—with plenty of interest added.
* * *
On the way back to Elias’s office after dropping off the priest, Callen couldn’t hide his troubled expression when someone blocked his path.
“See, I told you I was right!”
“Luna…”
The girl with curly brown hair, her chin raised defiantly, was none other than Luna.
“I’m telling you, that woman isn’t a noble.”
Luna spoke triumphantly.
“For four days, I’ve served her the same meals every time, plain potage, which only commoners like, and she’s eaten it all without a single complaint. What noble would tolerate that? And look at that plain linen dress without even a trace of lace—no noblewoman would ever wear something like that.”
As Luna said, over the past four days, while Elias was away, Callen had been testing Elesha.
He, too, was curious about her true identity, and after Luna’s persistent nagging, he gave in.
He had brought her watery potage three times a day and provided only clothes fit for commoners. The bedding hadn’t been changed, and the room hadn’t been cleaned.
It had been four days, enough to create an environment no noble could endure, and he had been observing her.
Every time they met, he’d said, “If you need anything, let me know.” Yet Elesha had asked for nothing except books to read.
She hadn’t complained about the food, hadn’t asked for her cold potage to be reheated, and showed no interest in dresses or jewels—things one would expect from someone who planned to become Elias’s mistress.
‘Luna was right about that, but…’
Still, Callen felt even more uneasy because of it.
‘The more someone lacks in status, the more they usually demand, don’t they?’
That had been the case with most people he had encountered. They were often obsessed with appearances due to their inferiority complex and couldn’t tolerate being ignored.
But Elesha didn’t seem to care at all about how others viewed her. It was as if what she ate or wore couldn’t tarnish her in any way.
‘And her level of knowledge isn’t ordinary, either.’
Lost in her reading, oblivious to Callen coming and going, she was clearly not pretending.
Among the books he had brought her were some basic ones, but also academic papers that only someone who had completed the highest levels of study in various fields at the academy could understand.
Moreover, they were written in at least three or four different languages, some of which even Callen could barely comprehend without the librarian’s help.
Yet Elesha had read those books with ease, extracting the information she needed from them.
If she had such a deep academic background, it meant her education had been long, which made it unlikely that she was a commoner.
Of course, her basic lifestyle and way of thinking were still questionable…
“I’m still not certain,” Callen said.
