Hush Now, Saintess! - Chapter 92
Chapter 92
Translator: Yonnee
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As the priestess had unconsciously taken steps towards me, I grabbed her wrist and presented it for all to see.
“What about you? Do you think it’s right to use violence against someone like this?”
The man flinched at the sight of the red mark on the slender wrist.
Indeed, the mark was too vivid to ignore.
“This— I merely held her hand! I can’t help being strong!”
“Right. Can’t help it, huh.”
“……?”
“Me too, I just tried to intervene lightly. What can I do if I turned out to be stronger than I thought.”
Throwing his own words back at him, he shook his head and muttered.
“Look at this! Talking back to an adult! And cutting off sentences so sharply?!”
When there’s nothing else to say, they always resort to age.
“Do all the nobles of the capital have such peculiar ways? How exactly are they raising their young…”
Now he’s even talking about family upbringing!
This guy….
‘Great! Thanks, my guy.’
The moment he mentioned family upbringing, this situation escalated beyond a simple fight between him and me.
An insult to my family upbringing would be an insult to House Brietta itself.
Oh, dear. As a ducal lady, how could I tolerate my family being attacked?
I braced myself with a sense of solemn duty.
And then.
“Well, you can take it up with my father.”
I passed the fight on to my father, the duke.
Caught off guard by the sudden invocation of my father, the man’s eyes widened.
“What?!”
“If you have issues with the upbringing, please protest directly to my father.”
“And which family does the lady belong to, thinking she can say such things!”
“Oh? Did I not give my introductions just now? Don’t you remember?”
“Introduction…?”
The man repeated my words with a mix of confusion in his voice.
After a moment of deep thought…
“Ah—”
With a gasp, his face went pale.
Now he’s caught on.
‘I wondered why he was making such a fuss.’
It seemed odd to me.
Considering he was using his stature to intimidate the priestess, he seemed to enjoy leveraging power dynamics.
Even though I might be known as a villainous ducal lady, his behavior was too reckless.
It appears the shock from my punch to his solid bone momentarily made him forget my introduction.
‘Given his sneer at the capital’s nobility, he seems to have come from the outskirts of the empire.’
So, seeing my appearance, he might not have immediately recognized who I was.
“P-Perhaps… Ducal Lady Brietta?”
As if proving his guess, he stuttered the question.
I grinned and nodded in affirmation.
“Not ‘perhaps,’ but yes, indeed. I am Ducal Lady Brietta, daughter of Duke Brietta.”
Gaaaasp—
With my crisp confirmation, the man swallowed his groan.
He seemed ready to faint any moment but suddenly bowed deeply.
“I apologize. I had no idea who you were…!”
“Apologies accepted.”
“Then…!”
“Instead, I’d appreciate it if you could introduce yourself.”
At my suggestion to reveal his identity, the man’s eyes wavered.
I shrugged.
“If you don’t want to say, that’s fine. I can always ask my father or the Chancellor. No biggie.”
“No, I-I will tell you! I-I am Count Nottium Greers.”
“Aha. Count Nottium Greers.”
With the deliberate enunciation of each syllable of his name, he twitched uncomfortably.
“Today’s encounter was truly memorable. The part about my family’s upbringing was particularly touching to me.”
“Cough— Your Ladyship, please, I beg of you…”
I didn’t wait to hear more and turned around.
And then—
“Let’s go.”
I extended my hand to the priestess who had been silently watching.
“Ah, yes!”
With a startled reply, the priestess hurried over.
Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she delicately wrapped her fingers around my index finger.
‘What’s with this shy hand-holding?’
Confused, I looked at her, and I could feel her quickly averting her gaze.
Ah, not shy then.
She was scared.
With this bittersweet realization, I walked with her.
“Your Ladyship, please! Don’t tell the Duke. Please!”
Ignoring the Count’s pleas from behind us.
* * *
The two of them settled on a bench near the main building.
Passing priests bowed to Roella, who returned the gesture with a nod.
‘Busy places are troublesome for this reason.’
Yet, considering what had happened in a secluded spot, a more open and visible area felt safer.
After exchanging nods with passing priests for a while, Roella spoke up when the crowd thinned.
“How are you feeling? Any mental shock or the wrist that was grabbed earlier?”
“…It’s, well… My heart is still racing.”
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