The woman’s sobbing deepened.
It turned out to be that she was the obscene saintess, and she seemed to be under the impression that, as though taken away by an executioner, she would be burned at the stake—like the many witches before who perished.
“You will not be burned.”
Raon took a step closer to her, gently persuading her.
The distance between them now was not even one hand’s span away from each other.
His entire demeanor—his expression, the tone of his voice, his behavior—was gentle and tender. Due to this, Agnes felt as if she was being liberated, if only a little, from the depthless anxiety she had.
“Are you certain…?”
“If I’m not going to be burned… Why am I here? Please send me back to my family! They will die without me! They will die…!”
“For now, please get down from there. Come over here so we can talk, the two of us.”
At that moment, a cold wind blew in through the window, and her long hair fluttered beautifully as if they were dancing.
And when her fluttering silver hair obscured her view—
At the same time, Raon quickly stepped forward and pulled on her slender wrist.
Agnes’s body staggered greatly, but soon fell into the man’s large and solid arms.
The many, many young ladies who wished to be in the embrace of the noble Count Raon Toulouse might have fainted if they saw this scene.
They wouldn’t be able to believe that they had lost this opportunity to this innocent woman who had been designated as the obscene saintess.
On the other hand, the only thing Raon could think of was how slender the woman in his arms was.
It was already obvious from just the sight of her that she was petite, but now that he had her in his embrace, he could clearly feel just how thin she was.
It’s as if one wrong grip would break her in half.
Then, he suddenly recalled the doctor’s words—that it would be difficult for her to conceive a child for the time being because she’s malnourished.
He couldn’t believe he’d have to sire a child with such a woman…
This was the one and only God’s will.
There was no need for Raon to feel guilty at all.
Nevertheless, Raon felt distressed.
Even feeling guilty about following God’s will seemed to be an act adjacent to betraying God. This conflict within him brought him terrible pain.
Either path he took, Raon was not comfortable.
Whenever Raon called her name, he felt numb.
His younger sister, who died such a bloody death, kept coming to mind.
Before he knew it, Raon’s white shirt had gotten soaked.
Agnes wept ceaselessly.
Holding her firmly on both shoulders, Raon leaned forward slightly and looked into her eyes.
“I promise. I will also make sure that your family is taken care of.”
He understood that reassuring her was the first priority.
He was merciful, even towards the obscene saintess.
The servants who watched this expressed their sincere admiration for their master.
“…Then, what am I supposed to do now?”
As Agnes finally calmed down a little, she asked this question carefully.
Her eyes were filled with determination, as if she would do anything for the sake of her family.
“All you have to do is…”
Trailing off, Raon gulped dryly.
He could not bear to say that what she had to do was get pregnant.
Instead, the words that left through his lips were completely different.
“Don’t ever die willingly again. You have to promise.”
“You can’t do that while you’re in front of my eyes. At least, not with that name.”
“What do you mean…?”
“Answer me first, Agnes.”
Agnes’s pupils shook helplessly, but she eventually nodded.
She felt compelled to answer in that way.
As soon as he heard her answer, Raon turned around and told the butler to block all the windows in this room.
Then, as he was about to leave the room without looking at Agnes once again—
“Um… Your Lordship… Y-You’re a trustworthy man, right? Aren’t you?”
Raon had since regained his senses, and so he looked back at her with cold eyes now.
He tried to keep in mind the advice that the doctor had given him.
About how this woman was no different than livestock.
And, if that was too much, just think of her as a mere vessel that needed to conceive.
Even if she had the same name as his younger sister, she was not his sister.
There was no need for him to feel any compassion or guilt towards her.
He hardened his expression more and looked at her even colder.
“The only one you need to trust is the Almighty God.”
“So, make sure that you trust and believe in God, not me. And, you must repent before Him.”
She was innocent, yet she was being told to repent…
Yet again, despair fell upon Agnes.
Raon was the only one she thought she could receive kindness from, but that did not matter.
It was clear that he, too, had branded Agnes to be the obscene saintess.
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