Saintess - Chapter 52 - Belle Reservoir

Chapter 52

Translator: Yonnee

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The fire at the grand cathedral continued for several days.

The Devere Empire was already struggling to find water in itself due to the drought, let alone suppress the flames. The parched land only fueled the sparks even more.

In this dire moment, even the pope himself was attacked by an intruder, leading to the suspension of all worship in the church.

The people of the empire wailed, claiming that their country had finally fallen into ruin, while the imperial family merely observed the situation, proving their incompetence.

Amidst the deep sorrow that engulfed everyone, there was only one person.

Agnes alone smiled with joy.

From her room, she had a perfect view of the grand cathedral engulfed in flames.

With a face filled with ecstasy, as if admiring a beautiful masterpiece, Agnes spent her days gazing at the spectacle of the burning church.

Suddenly, the faces of her old family, who must have turned to ashes by now in the mortuary, came to mind.

The evil spirits who had tormented Agnes to the end, even in death.

She had no doubt that they had gone to hell.

“Agnes.”

It was early in the evening.

Raon entered Agnes’s room, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her on the forehead.

The two of them silently admired the view outside the window for a while.

“Raon, isn’t it incredibly beautiful?”

Agnes exclaimed, as if the sight, which was akin to the fires of hell, had left her in awe.

As if she had never seen such a beautiful sight in her entire life.

“I have something to tell you, Raon.”

Raon nodded as if encouraging her to speak.

Then she brought Raon’s hand to her slightly rounded belly, a faint smile on her lips.

“It seems like I’m pregnant.”

“Truly, Agnes…?”

It had been about half a month since her menstrual cycle stopped, but since hadn’t been sure, she didn’t mention anything about it to Raon until now.

But today, she was finally certain that she was pregnant, thanks to a vivid conception dream.

“It was such a vivid dream, so I held on to the maid’s dress and asked her, and she said it was a conception dream. I dreamt of our son.”

“What kind of dream was it?”

“In my dream—”

Tap, tap, tap.

Just as Agnes was about to continue speaking, a sound came from the window, hitting the pane at regular intervals.

It was a sound that both Raon and Agnes had not heard in years.

“Rain, it’s raining! Rain is falling!”

Soon after, joyful cheers from outside the window could be heard.

The tapping of raindrops on the window, which had been constant, gradually intensified.

People inside the mansion rushed outside, embracing the rain and soaking their entire bodies.

They jumped around, shedding tears, and in a moment of unity, celebrated.

The rain that had been elusive despite their prayers and offerings to the one and only God was finally pouring down.

“Huh? Could it be a prophecy rather than a conception dream…?”

Agnes, who had been admiring the pouring rain with a momentarily dazed expression, burst into laughter.

Her laughter rang clearly amid the pouring rain.

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Thanks to the rain that came down miraculously, the fire engulfing the temple was extinguished within a matter of hours.

People breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely grateful that God had finally quelled His wrath.

The faith of the religious followers was further solidified, and everything gradually began to return to normal.

“Holy Father, it’s time for the worship service.”

One of the clergymen gently knocked on the door of the Holy Father.

However, no response came from inside.

‘His Holiness never sleeps in, and I can’t imagine him falling ill.’

It was a strange occurrence.

Pope Andreas always woke up before dawn, lived a disciplined life and devotedly offered prayers. Yet, now… He was nowhere to be seen, even as the time for worship approached.

Moreover, it was not long ago that he had been attacked by an unidentified intruder and had suffered immense pain. Yet, he had persevered until the end, pondering the identity of the assailant.

In his benevolence, the pope’s unwavering faith in the attack being a divine test had convinced the believers.

“Your Holiness, I will be entering now.”

With trepidation, he pushed open the door to the pope’s room.

Then, he let out a horrified scream.

What he saw was the lifeless body of Pope Andreas, with his tongue stretched out and a noose around his neck.

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