Saintess - Chapter 51 - Belle Reservoir

Chapter 51

Translator: Yonnee

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“The day the saintess was sent back home… A neighbor has reported that he heard something sounding like she was having a physical altercation with someone inside the house.”

The suspicion that the saintess had killed her mother-in-law was known to all the servants, but the saintess herself had vehemently denied it.

Now, ahead of the autopsy, Clovis suddenly made up a lie, even though there was no report from his neighbor.

It was to gauge how mad the Count had become.

“Cut off the ears of those who heard the sounds. And they’ve become deaf, their testimonies would hold no credibility.”

“Milord…”

Clovis couldn’t bring himself to say anything more.

He wanted to ask why he had changed so much, where had that gentle, compassionate, and humanity-cherishing kindness gone, why had he become obsessed with the saintess.

But he could not dare.

“Clovis. Don’t you dare mock a tied tongue.”

Raon warned Clovis.

His voice was like ice.

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Pope Andreas’s bedroom was a relatively modest place consisting of a single room.

After finishing his evening prayer, he took off the crown he had on his head.

Like anyone else, he felt a bit of relief when he removed the heavy crown.

“Ugh!”

At that moment.

A large hand covered the pope’s mouth.

Before he could scream, a muzzle was fastened over his mouth.

“Ugh, ggh!”

With the hand completely blocking his airway, the pope’s chest rose and fell rapidly.

The man who covered the pope’s mouth didn’t remove his hand until the pope’s eyes were about to turn inside out.

“……!”

The pope’s eyes widened in astonishment when he saw the face of the attacker.

There was no intention to hide his own appearance, and the man with the beautiful face did not avert the pope’s gaze.

The one who dared to muzzle the mouth of the highest religious authority was none other than Raon Toulouse.

“Uuuuuph!”

The pope, who discovered something glittering in Raon’s hand, resisted violently by shaking his head.

It was the very dagger that Raon would thrust into his crotch every night to control his lust.

“Ugh, ahh!”

Raon shoved the blade, which had been well sharpened, directly into the pope’s own crotch.

It was as if he had practiced it dozens of times.

His movements were flawless, without a single flaw.

The pope shouted in agony, but no one could hear his screams because a muzzle was firmly in place.

“Why are you screaming like that? Isn’t this your chance to go to the embrace of the god you so desire? Do you not want me to send you there personally?”

With a swift motion, he withdrew the blade embedded in the pope’s thigh, and fresh crimson blood sprayed in all directions.

The pope’s bedroom was now filled with the metallic scent of blood.

The pope began to sob softly.

“Announce tomorrow at dawn that a new divine prophecy has come down.”

“…Huu, uuugh.”

“The Almighty God has finally forgiven Agnes.”

The pope simply sobbed in pain and did not answer Raon’s words.

Raon asked again after bringing the blood-stained knife to the neck of the pope this time.

“You have to answer, right?”

Then the pope nodded frantically.

The pope always used to say that everything was God’s will, yet he was now complying with Raon’s manipulation of the divine decree.

“How amusing. Anyone can become a god before you.”

Raon smirked, twisting the corners of his mouth.

In doing so, he had perfectly demonstrated that there was no god.

At least, that’s what it felt like to Raon.

“You truly are shallow.”

Suddenly, Raon gestured to a small window on one side of the room.

The pitch-black night that had been there just moments ago was now bathed in a strange light.

“Ugh, ggh, ahhhh!!”

As Pope Andreas quickly grasped the situation, he once again let out a scream.

His eyes, fixed on the window, were filled with a raging fire.

The entire western tower of the grand cathedral was engulfed in flames.

This was also where the mortuary was located.

And it was there that the bodies of the people Agnes had killed lay, denied even a proper, eternal rest.

It was at this moment that the pope’s plans collapsed—to carry out an autopsy on the corpses, to condemn the sinful saintess, and to guide Raon back into the embrace of God.

The fiery red blaze, so intense that it seemed ready to devour everything, was swelling to the point where it felt as if it would annihilate everything.

In the face of this harrowing scene, Pope Andreas shed silent tears.

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