Saintess - Chapter 47 - Belle Reservoir

Chapter 47

Translator: Yonnee

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He glared venomously at the pope.

“Let me ask you one last question. What were you planning to do if the rain never returned even after the saintess got pregnant?”

“You’re asking the same thing Saintess Veronica has asked.”

In a moment of silence, Andreas recalled his conversation with Veronica.

“All is God’s will, so if the question is whether I have interpreted His will wrongly, then that is how it will be answered.”

“Then, should I predict what you would have done? If the drought would not abate even if the saintess had conceived, a new prophecy would have come down.”

“What… do you mean.”

“Burn the sinful saintess to death, along with the child in her stomach. Then, the wrath of God shall cease.”

“……!”

“How is it? Did I get it correctly?”

For a moment, a sense of despair flashed across Andreas’s eyes.

Neither denial nor affirmation was returned.

“…Please leave. Today is also the last time I shall call you ‘Your Holiness’.”

Turning away from the man he once called ‘Holy Father’, Raon walked away and left the drawing room without an ounce of regret.

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Alone inside the bedroom, Agnes chewed on her fingernails, uneasy.

After Raon went to see the pope, she was restless. It was impossible to shake off the anxiety she was feeling.

“What if he comes to believe in God again…?”

Agnes looked as if she was about to cry.

Raon must consider his one and only God to be her.

She was afraid that his mind would waver once again.

Praying that his faith would remain intact, she endured that time of anxiety.

“Are you here, Count?”

And, finally.

The count returned to her.

Agnes flashed him a bright, wonderful smile, as though she never felt anxious at all.

“Why are you so late? I missed you.”

As Raon returned from meeting the pope, he looked exhausted.

Approaching Agnes hurriedly, strides wide as his legs were long, Raon immediately buried his face in her chest.

Agnes gently swept Raon’s brilliant blond hair.

Her touch was warm, calm. It was as if she was comforting a wounded soul.

“The Pope… What did he say?”

“It’s nothing that you should worry about…”

“Raon, please answer me. I wish to know what kind of words have been said to you that may have misled you.”

There was a moment of utter silence before Raon finally spoke.

“I heard that your family has passed away.”

“A-Also my, my husband…?”

“Yes. That man starved to death.”

“Ah…”

In the end, that’s what happened.

A sigh left through Agnes’s lips.

The weight of her sins had come rushing back to her once again.

Ironically enough, however, Agnes had completely forgotten any memories of the murder she had committed ever since she came back to the count’s residence.

Just looking at Raon was enough to make her forget about everything else. So intoxicated in the pleasures and blessings of heaven, Raon acted blindly as though offering his soul up to her.

“Raon, that’s…”

Feeling that Agnes was about to confess everything here, Raon clapped a hand over her lips as his pupils started quivering.

And, quietly as he clenched her shoulder, Raon spoke.

“I’d rather you say no… You didn’t kill them. Make an excuse!”

“R-Raon…”

In contrast to Raon, who was so agitated that he was about to lose his rationality, Agnes became calmer and calmer by the second.

She reached forward with both hands and wrapped her arms around Raon’s waist.

Like a snake entwining its body over its prey, cutting off its air supply, she embraced Raon tightly and whispered with a hushed tone.

“Would… Would you believe me if I said it’s not true?”

“……”

“If not, then indeed… Your faith in me is shallow.”

As her ear was against his chest, she could feel the thumping of Raon’s heart.

And as she heard it skip a beat and accelerate, it’s funny how Agnes felt relieved by it.

Your heart still responds to me.

Your God has not changed.

I am still your God.

“To me, Raon, those people…”

Agnes pulled away and stepped out of his reach.

Then, she took off the thin negligee she was wearing, as though provoking him.

Slowly, deliberately, like a snake peeling off its skin, she took off all the clothes she was wearing and gently sat on the bed.

“They are like demons wearing masks while calling themselves my ‘family’.”

As she said this, she spread her legs wide open.

And together, the obscene entrance was laid bare to him.

“Why do you think I have these scars on my body?”

Touching the old wounds on her demure folds, Agnes licked her lips with her red tongue.

The way she looked at Raon was so, so very enticing.

“Every night, my husband lit a fire over my skin. Not once had he brandished a blade against me, yet he left these scars upon my flesh.”

Taking a breath in between, Agnes continued.

“One by one, one by one… Every time he hit me, he laughed pleasantly. Even as I screamed in pain, no one ever came to help me. My mother-in-law sat on the sidelines without doing anything, while my husband continued to abuse me.”

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