Hush Now, Saintess! - Chapter 93
Chapter 93
Translator: Yonnee
—
Roella clicked her tongue at the vacant tone that had answered her.
‘Sure enough, she seems to still be quite shocked.’
Her gaze was dazed and her cheeks were red, a clear sign that she was not in a normal state.
Well, after what she had been through, it couldn’t be helped.
“Besides your heart racing, are you experiencing any other symptoms?”
“No. Everything else feels fine.”
“Then it’s probably just the shock. It should pass soon, so don’t worry.”
Roella smiled kindly to reassure the priestess.
The priestess, facing her smile, muttered more vacantly than before.
“Looking at Your Ladyship’s face… It feels like I could stay like this forever…”
“Hm?”
“Huh?”
“What did you just say…”
“Oh, I only meant to say that you can speak comfortably with me, Your Ladyship.”
Strange. That’s definitely wasn’t what she said just now.
However, Roella, rather than question further, simply nodded.
“Well, sure, I will.”
“Yes, I’d like that very much!”
What exactly was there to be so happy about.
“It seems like we know each other, though.”
“……!”
The priestess’s eyes widened dramatically.
“Do you remember me?”
“Of course.”
It’s a no-brainer that I remembered her.
After all, I came to this temple looking for this person.
I had recognized her from the moment I saw her behind the west building.
Given the situation, I had just postponed acknowledging her.
The priestess, unable to hide her astonishment, gazed at Roella.
And then, promptly.
“T-This can’t be. I can’t believe Your Ladyship remembers me…!”
She exclaimed as she jumped up from her seat.
“This is truly an honor for my entire family. I will record this day and pass it down through the generations. I’m so delighted!”
Roella blinked in confusion.
What’s with this extreme reaction.
Besides, this person…
“Weren’t you afraid of me?”
“Me? Why would I fear someone as beautiful as Your Ladyship?!”
She retorted loudly as if the idea was absurd.
“Besides, you’re my savior! If it weren’t for Your Ladyship, I… I would have become a murderer.”
W…What now?
Roella stared at her in disbelief for a moment.
Reading her gaze, the woman shyly responded.
“It was almost the end for me. I was contemplating whether to start blowing off some heads from their shoulders, but then Your Ladyship appeared and helped me.”
Phew, I nearly got thrown into jail back then.
Roella was utterly confused.
It was hard to tell if this was mere boasting, nonsense, or sincerity.
Honestly, the first or second theory seemed more likely.
Those slender wrists were hardly capable of blowing up people’s heads…
“I am a mage from the Magic Tower!”
Right. So, not totally incapable at all.
She would have, wouldn’t she? Heads and all, she could have juggled them around to boot.
Imagining the horrific scenes automatically replaying in her head, Roella sighed deeply.
‘Hey, Mister. I saved your life.’
It was nearly that guy’s memorial day today.
But now, there’s something else that piqued her curiosity.
“Why is a mage from the Magic Tower serving as an apprentice priestess at the temple?”
Mages mostly just stayed at the Magic Tower and lived there.
Since the tower was an independent institution, completely without influence of all empires and kingdoms, it allowed for free research without any interference from the countries.
Of course, there were mages who occasionally left the tower.
But even those who leave usually open their own shops or continue their magical research.
And one thing’s for sure, they don’t really set out to become priestesses.
No immediate answer followed this question.
“…Well, about that.”
The woman hesitated before sighing deeply.
Seeing her shoulders slump, Roella regretted her question.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that. If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to—”
“They don’t take baths.”
Roella’s attempt to dissuade her was cut off with a firm response.
The woman’s eyes flared up with resolve as she continued.
“They really don’t wash at all!”
She clenched her fists and burst out as if venting frustration.
“The mages at the tower are all so engrossed in their research that they don’t wash! They’re all filthy, and as soon as they enter the lab, there’s this terrible smell of something rotting! They constantly scratch their heads, and dandruff just keeps falling. There’s just a steady supply of dead skin flakes floating around in the air all day…!”
“Enough. That’s enough.”
Roella waved her hand to cut her off.
Just the description was making her feel sick, and she couldn’t listen any longer.
“Are you okay, Ducal Lady?! I should have warned you beforehand! I wasn’t thoughtful enough.”
The priestess was shocked, seeing Roella’s pallid complexion.
To mention these filthy matters to such a beautiful person…!
t/n: it seems the ‘priest’ who had bet on Roella before was a priestess after all! her gender had been specified only recently, so she’ll have she/her pronouns from now on. as always, pronoun confusion stems from the korean language not having gendered pronouns most of the time—it’s not very common for them to differentiate at all
Want to read more? Advanced chapters are available on Patreon! (for selected novels only)
≪ Discord ≫
≪ Novel Updates ≫