Saintess - Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Translator: Yonnee
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Lately, Agnes had been remarkably bored.
Just a short time ago, she had been so nervous and afraid because the count might come to her room any moment of the day. However, now, she looked only numb and bored as though she had never been so consumed by fear before.
Every morning, she would open her eyes with a clear mind, and the maids would proceed to bring her the immaculately white robes of the temple, ironed neatly and presentably.
Then, a hearty breakfast would be served to her. Agnes would proceed to push spoonful after spoonful into her mouth like a doll.
‘It doesn’t taste good.’
Her breakfast was oatmeal porridge with chicken. She tried to take a couple of tastes, but the spoon in her hand was inevitably placed on the table with a resounding clack.
“…I wish to stop eating.”
“It is the order of His Lordship for you to eat a balanced meal.”
“I don’t feel well right now. If you continue to force me to eat and I get an upset stomach, will you be responsible for it, Head Maid?”
Agnes raised her gaze and slightly widened her eyes at the person she was talking to.
None of the servants of this mansion could dare be reckless in their treatment of Agnes.
When she first entered this mansion, there were many of them who openly cursed at her. And besides that, wasn’t there that one attendant who tried to do something heinous to her?
Agnes’s fine brows crumpled as she recalled that day.
Still, there was a silver lining on that horrid experience.
After the count had pointed his sword directly at the attendant who had tried to violate Agnes, all the servants of the mansion began to distance themselves from her.
Their disapproving gazes still remained, but none of them could continue speaking ill of her, and nor could they openly act discourteously at her anymore.
Then, Agnes came to her own conclusion as to why it had become like this.
It was due to her duty as the saintess.
She was the saintess who was prophesied to conceive the count’s child.
Regardless of the genuine truth, people still believed that Agnes was the obscene saintess, and she herself was also getting more confused by the day.
Truthfully, even though she knew it was nothing but nonsense, she started to doubt and think whether it’s possible that she was truly a saintess.
In any case, it’s still a fact of the matter that the health of the mother who’s to bear the count’s child was greatly important to these people.
And with this in mind, Agnes was cleverly using this to hold some leverage over the head maid.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? I asked you, Head Maid. Will you take responsibility if I fall ill later?”
“……”
In the end, the maid could only back down. She took the plates from Agnes’s table.
And as she watched the head maid leave the room, lips tightly pursed together, Agnes just scoffed.
Now, she was left all alone in this room.
Looking blankly out the window, she yawned a little and rubbed a hand over her flat stomach.
Even though she had skipped breakfast, she didn’t feel hungry at all.
It was truly a novelty.
Oatmeal was precious food.
Obviously, that was the case for Agnes in the past.
But now, it was just a bland, tasteless meal.
Back then, she couldn’t eat anything at all and had to chew on bark and other foliage just so that her stomach could be filled. It felt like those days were so far away now.
Suddenly, she wondered what it would be like if she really were to bear the count’s child.
Didn’t the count promise that he would not kill her?
If she were to have his child, wouldn’t he take good care of her?
If God’s anger would truly be relieved if they followed the prophecy and created a child, wouldn’t this damn drought be miraculously resolved as well…?
Although she was stuck with the stigma of being the obscene saintess now, in the future, wouldn’t she be treated as a hero who saved the empire?
Agnes’s face exuded an unexpectedly mysterious expression.
She thought that the story of a commoner woman raising her status by bearing a nobleman’s child was just nonsense from cheap theater skits.
However, her heart was now pounding loudly at the thought that it might become her reality soon.
Obviously enough, the count was a young and charming man.
Agnes had never before seen such a beautiful man in her life either.
Even the cold atmosphere that would permeate over his delicate features was perfect.
He was a man handsome enough to make any woman feel this way.
And, she recalled that brief moment that she had been in Raon’s arms.
It was truly warm and peaceful…
With her lips moving on their own, Agnes smiled.
This thought brought about a string of other new thoughts.
Raon, in the dark. Raon, with his weight over her body. Raon, stroking his own member with frantic movements.
As her mind led to the image of him spilling his s*men over her body with such lust-soaked eyes, Agnes became out of breath.
Agnes immediately got up from her seat and began to pace around the room, pressing both hands against her burning face.
She wanted to stop thinking about the count, but her thoughts would not cooperate.
The more he tried not to think of him, the clearer Raon’s face became.
“Ahh…”
Soon, her eyes began to sting painfully.
It was only at this moment that she remembered her family members, who she had left all alone.
The remaining time she had in this mansion was just less than one hundred days now.
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