Saintess - Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Translator: Yonnee
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The attendant, who had just tried to frighten Agnes with his murderous intent, was now looking up at Raon while his entire body was shaking.
Unlike the dreadfully terrified attendant, however, Raon was unphased.
“Get up, Agnes.”
The moment Raon ordered this, Agnes scrambled to her feet.
Then, she ran towards the man she was the most afraid of in this whole mansion.
As soon as she drew near to him, Raon pulled Agnes into his arms.
The sound of the heartbeat coming from his strong chest strangely gave her a sense of stability.
Whether it was because Raon’s behavior now seemed as if he was going to protect her, or whether it was because she had truly gone mad, she unconsciously felt safe in his embrace.
As Agnes had returned to his arms, Raon slowly lowered the blade towards the attendant.
However, his expression remained so emotionless that it came across as incredibly cold.
With one elegant gesture of the chin, Raon motioned for the guards beside him to move, and they stepped forward to detain the attendant. The attendant himself looked like he was about to wet his pants.
The commotion was quickly cleared up.
Agnes shed tears because she saw how the crushed fledgling bird was still on the ground.
But, for a moment.
Raon reached up with his large hand and slowly caressed Agnes’s cheek.
Right then, Agnes hardened like a boulder, however she could not resist against Raon’s touch.
“How filthy.”
“……!”
“You’re so filthy that I can’t stand it.”
Raon slowly wiped the blood off of Agnes’s cheeks.
Whenever his fingers grazed across her soft skin, Agnes trembled as if she was being burned.
Their surroundings were completely still, and Agnes’s eyes contained only Raon’s face.
As Raon had been standing there for a long time, he finally turned around.
Watching as his back gradually went further away from her, Agnes protested weakly.
“I am… I am not filthy, Count.”
Left all alone, Agnes buried the fledgling bird’s unmoving body.
And, she prayed.
Please be born strong in your next life, child.
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Agnes’s bath was much longer than usual.
Even though she had already lathered her whole body, she didn’t think of coming out of the bathroom.
She rinsed herself with lukewarm bathwater. It was a luxury that she rarely ever experienced before and therefore enjoyed every time, however right now, she couldn’t get rid of the uncomfortable feeling inside her.
“You’re so filthy that I can’t stand it.”
Raon’s words continued to linger in her ears.
Each time she recalled those words, one corner of her heart felt strangely heavy.
No matter how much she protested that she was not filthy, she could not hide the pull of depression dragging her down.
Even if she were to sprinkle herself with abundant perfumes, she felt as if her body would give off unpleasant fumes nonetheless.
The bathroom was full of steam because of her extended time in the tub.
Thinking that she might get scolded by the head maid, Agnes hurried to leave.
Carefully stepping out of the bathtub and onto the marble tiles of the floor, she stood in front of a mirror.
She wiped the blurred mirror with one hand and stared at her naked body that not a single thread covered.
Utterly nude, her skin was pale and smooth, and it was far from the appearance that one would call dirty or filthy.
But there was one thing that was bothering her.
The part of her body that lacked hair where there should be.
Only hideous scars were located at the place where hair should have been growing from the roots.
Carefully reaching down, she smoothed a hand over her most sensitive place.
Whenever she touched the ridges of the scars embedded there, she felt phantom pains of the past.
Her husband was a gentle and kind man, however he had depraved sexual preferences.
On their first night as a married couple, her husband had scratched her folds with a razor.
She had been cut with the sharp blade, making her bleed from the wounds. However, as her husband had been blinded by desire, he did not care about the pain Agnes had to endure.
Then later, her husband burned her flesh with fire from a match, voicing out how he wished that this part of Agnes would not grow hair at all.
Agnes thrashed and struggled as she was seized with pain, however he had tied her hands and legs to the bedposts, making it impossible for her to resist.
Since then, her husband’s sadistic acts had continued over and over again, making it so that her folds would accumulate more and more wounds over time. She could not bear to look at them.
Remembering the memories of that time, Agnes felt as if she could smell the scent of burning flesh at the tip of her nose.
She shook her head, hoping that she could escape from those terrible memories, and she slowly wiped herself with a towel.
Perhaps thanks to the lingering scent of roses that could be sensed from all over her body, she felt a little relieved.
After drying up, she returned to the bedroom. She found a cup of jasmine tea placed on the table, steam still rising from it.
This was the tea that always made her feel so drowsy.
She vaguely remembered having good dreams whenever she last drank this, feeling as if she was walking on a cloud.
Without any doubt in her mind, she savored the tea and fell into a deep slumber—just as she always had.
Tonight, once again, Agnes was held by her nighttime visitor.
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