Saintess - Chapter 50 - IX.

Chapter 50

Translator: Yonnee

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IX.

SLAP—

Agnes raised a hand and struck Berry’s cheek forcefully.

With a quite harsh hand, Berry’s head turned quickly.

“Damn wench.”

Familiar curses spilled from her mouth.

The situation where she unleashed curses that she herself had heard countless times was bringing her more pleasure than she could have imagined.

Once again, slap—! The same sharp sound echoed.

Her long nails passed over Berry’s freckle-covered cheek, causing reddish marks to appear.

Berry, with a pale face, could only repeat that she had done wrong.

The pope knew everything, from Raon secretly sending Agnes back home to Agnes returning to the mansion.

Convinced that there was an inside informant, Agnes immediately summoned all the mansion’s servants.

Taking the head maid as an example, Agnes subjected her to a harsh punishment, and Berry soon tearfully confessed all of her transgressions.

As it turned out, Berry’s family had a deep faith for generations.

She had approached and pretended to be friendly to Agnes while secretly divulging everything to the pope.

Knowing this fact, Agnes couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

“Berry. Don’t you know how well I’ve treated you Hm? Every night, I generously gave you sweet things to stuff your mouth, didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes, I was wrong, Saintess… Please forgive me, please… Ugh!”

“I’m contemplating how to punish you. Should I cut off three inches from that long tongue of yours? Or should I gouge out the eyes that had witnessed everything? If that’s not enough, should I crush the ankles of the girl who ran to the Pope?”

“S-S-Saintess, please… please… I was wrong, I was wrong!”

Berry, trembling uncontrollably, even started to wet herself.

Even when seeing such a pitiful sight, Agnes didn’t bat an eye.

“Berry. Do you truly believe that the Pope will protect you?”

“Hicc, hiiiic.”

“It’s as if you don’t know to whom the owner of this mansion had dedicated his soul… How could you be so ignorant?”

Agnes turned her gaze to the trembling head maid by the side.

“Tie this wretch to a pillar in the dungeon and don’t give her a drop of water for a week.”

“Hiiiic! N-No, please… Saintess… Please… Please spare me…! Aaaah!”

“Reflect on your sins. And repent.”

The head maid, who had already been subjected to punishment once, simply lowered her head in front of Agnes, her face drained of color.

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Clovis’s steps towards the office were grim.

He felt that Raon needed to be made aware of the absurd events happening at the Count’s manor as of late.

A week ago, a low-ranked maid had been found tied to a pillar in the dungeon, wearing nothing but her undergarments.

Clovis had stumbled upon her, and after a struggle, he managed to save her life, but she was already half-mad.

She had not had a drop of water to drink for a week, and her body was completely dehydrated.

Agnes was at the center of all these events.

At some point, Agnes had started to punish the servants as if she held all the power.

“Milord, I implore you. Please do something wise to resolve this situation.”

Despite Clovis’s detailed explanation, Raon remained unresponsive, his face devoid of any reactions.

After a long bout of silence, Raon finally uttered one word.

He ordered Clovis to bring the maid in question to him.

“No, please… That is nonsense, Milord. Lady Agnes treated me like family… hiic… How dare I… How dare I betray her.”

However, the situation took an unexpected turn.

The maid who had been tied to the dungeon’s pillar for a week burst into tears, claiming that Agnes had done nothing wrong.

Perhaps she was afraid of retaliation and said this, but despite Clovis’s repeated persuasions, she remained unyielding.

“Hiicc… I wish to repay Lady Agnes’s favor… I wish to take care of Her Holiness and stay by her side… Please, Mister Clovis, give me a chance to repent…”

“Clovis. What more should I do here?”

Raon’s lips had curled slightly.

Clovis swept a hand over his face, a troubled expression looming over his features.

He felt that something was going terribly wrong, but it seemed to be his own thoughts alone.

Raon, with his calm demeanor. The maid, weeping. And the saintess, manipulating everything behind the scenes.

None of them seemed to perceive anything wrong in this.

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