Saintess - Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Translator: Yonnee
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VII.
The window where his younger sister had thrown herself out of.
Raon was sitting there, curled into himself.
The sun’s gentle rays poured down on his picturesque face.
The blond hair that fluttered in the wind resembled the sun’s brilliance.
The fair, glowing skin and the striking blue eyes were enough to draw anyone’s admiration.
Soon, the pope would come to visit the count’s residence.
The moment he’d find out that Agnes had disappeared—the moment he’d know that it was Raon who sent Agnes back home—the pope would be exceedingly angry at him for betraying God’s will.
Raon’s thoughts ultimately gravitated towards suicide.
Although he knew that, according to doctrine, those who had taken their own lives could not be held in God’s embrace, he still considered doing it.
Because he had already been betrayed by God.
In the beginning, everything was nothing but difficult.
And since then, everything had become nothing.
The anniversary of his younger sister’s death was going to be in a few days.
And on that same day, he would follow her.
He had already prepared himself.
“Agnes, please! If you take your own life, you can’t even be in God’s embrace. Stop this, don’t do such a terrible thing!”
“Dear Brother, I miss Mother and Father. I would like to see them very much. How can I not go when they are beckoning me so desperately? Come here, dear Brother. Come with me to our parents’ embrace. Let’s go together.”
“Agnes!”
Raon closed his eyes.
The thought that he might be able to see his sister again in hell comforted him.
He tried to recall the blurry face of his younger sister.
But unfortunately, the face of another was instead clearly drawn in his mind.
A woman who must have already fled far, far away by now—in the embrace of her beloved family.
Agnes, who he would never see again for the rest of his life.
“Y-Your Lordship!”
At that moment.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
It was none other than Clovis who rushed into the room.
Seeing the butler’s pale face sent a wave of déjà vu to Raon.
At the same time, his heart started pounding loudly.
That sense of déjà vu soon turned to conviction.
“The saintess came back.”
“H-How did you know…?”
“…Agnes came back.”
The eyes of the man who tried to choose death slowly closed shut.
But right after, those eyes opened and Raon sprang up from his seat, rushing out of the room.
As he ran desperately towards Agnes, his face was basked in the overwhelming sheen that made it looked as if he had been bestowed God’s salvation.
Whereas Agnes’s face was simply disastrous.
Her holy robes, which should have been immaculately white, had turned into filthy rags. Her fine hair was in knots, looking as if it had been ripped apart by someone else.
Perhaps she sprained her ankle, but as she walked towards the count’s mansion, her gait was unstable.
Her feet were not covered by shoes but instead blood. Aside from that, her face was also swollen.
“Agnes…?”
“Ahh…”
The very moment she saw Raon, Agnes sank to the ground in tears.
After she had committed her first act of murder, Agnes ran out of the house without ever looking back.
She had to cover her ears tightly because it felt like she could hear the crying voice of the leprosy patient behind her.
Clearly evident from Agnes’s appearance, her return to the count’s residence had not been smooth.
Even the gold coins that the count had given her were taken away by bandits that she crossed paths with.
It was a miracle that she had gone on this long journey without losing her life.
“What is the meaning of this!”
Raon was furious.
After realizing that Agnes had returned, he rushed out in a hurry, but seeing her in such a miserable condition filled him with wrath.
“Even if it was against God’s will, I sent you back to your family. In an attempt to keep my word with you, it’s gotten to the point that I’ve considered taking my own life. But why… why are you… Why have you come back to this place so recklessly! Why!”
“C-Count. There is something I wish to confess.”
As though in the middle of the sacrament of confession, Agnes clasped her hands together.
In a faint, trembling voice that sounded as if she was about to collapse, she confessed.
“Truthfully, I am the obscene saintess who has betrayed God… I am… I am a saintess, Count.”
“Agnes…!”
“Even now… I wish to repent for my sins… Please, please allow me to fulfill the prophecy.”
Agnes wept helplessly.
Like a dam that had burst, tears spilled profusely down her cheeks, and her cries turned into sobs.
“Please, Count. Please… I will follow the prophecy. Please let me stay here.”
“Agnes. You will never again return to your family. Even so, do you still want this?”
Agnes nodded as she trembled.
With the way she bobbed her small head up and down constantly, it was as if she wanted desperately to let him know how she truly felt.
“By God’s will… Please allow me to have your child, Count.”
Raon’s fine brows became bitterly distorted.
Even so, Agnes continued to provoke the count without regard.
“I wish to give birth to your child…”
She urged herself to stop crying and gave him an unexpected, bright smile.
Perhaps dripping with melted sugar, those words beguiled Raon completely.
As her visage was reflected in his eyes, he felt as if Agnes’s visage was ever so wicked.
It had become much too difficult to tell whether she was a saintess or a witch.
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