Time-Limited Saintess, You’ve Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 108

Chapter 54.2

And then there was him. They had kept their distance for a year, so why was he suddenly acting differently?

“Ellin!”

Melissa ran toward her, calling her name.

Ellin turned to see Melissa holding a beautifully wrapped box.

‘What is this?’

“Oh, this is really heavy.”

Melissa glanced at the box, frustration in her voice.

“What is it?”

“It’s a present for you, Ellin.”

“A present?”

What could it be? Was it from Arkan? She remembered him asking if she needed anything. If it wasn’t from him, then who else would give her something like this?

Ellin accepted the gift, surprised by its weight. She carefully loosened the ribbon.

‘What could it possibly be?’

As soon as she lifted the lid, her expression froze.

A golden scripture.

She lifted the book from the box.

“Ellin?”

“Who… who sent this?”

Her voice trembled as she questioned Melissa. Melissa looked at her in confusion before answering.

“A visitor. He asked me to give it to you.”

“A visitor? Who?”

“It’s me.”

A soft voice rang out.

She flinched and turned to look behind her.

A man with blue hair, exuding an air of purity, entered the gazebo.

“I didn’t know where you were.”

A beautiful young man with aquamarine hair and vivid orange eyes. A year had passed since she last saw him, yet he looked exactly the same.

A faint smile curved his lips. It was clear he had been following Melissa.

She bit down on her lip.

“Could you give us a moment alone?”

Melissa’s expression stiffened as she prepared to speak, but Ellin placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her head.

“It’s okay, Melissa. Go ahead.”

“….”

“Don’t tell His Majesty.”

Melissa gazed at her with concern, but Ellin only responded with a soft smile. In the end, she eyed Erich with suspicion before giving a slight bow and walking away.

Erich stepped closer to Ellin as she held the book in her hands.

In the fading twilight, under the soft glow of the streetlights, he seemed less like a divine servant and more like a devil luring souls astray.

“It’s been a long time.”

“….”

“Do you like the gift?”

Ellin shook her head in response to Erich’s friendly question.

“Why are you giving this back to me?”

“Well… because I wanted to.”

When he moved forward, she instinctively stepped back. For a fleeting moment, a trace of bitterness passed through his orange eyes.

“Elena.”

Erich spoke the name she had long left behind, his voice soft. She flinched.

“Do you know something about me?”

‘Could he have figured out that I’m the saint? Is that why he’s acting this way?’

But in her past life, he had never clung to her like this.

“What do you mean?”

He questioned her, his voice laced with confusion.

“Aren’t you the woman who grew up in her territory? You, more than anyone, would know that she might have been a fake saint.”

“….”

“Because everyone in that village has kept their mouths shut.”

A soft chuckle escaped Erich’s lips.

He stepped closer to Ellin, his fingers brushing through her hair.

“Is this hair dyed as well? Your roots seem to be a different shade.”

“….”

“Sometimes, you seem more saintly than the saintess herself.”

“Perhaps that’s why I can’t help but be drawn to you.”

His languid voice slithered into her ears, sending a cold shiver down her spine, like an electric current. It was subtle, low, and unsettling.

As if his voice had grazed her skin like a bite, a faint sting ran through her, causing Ellin to flinch.

“Do you… think I’m the saintess?”

“Did it seem like I thought that?”

Erich cocked his head slightly before chuckling under his breath. Then, he leaned in, his voice a whisper against her ear.

“The saintess… is no longer in this world, Ellin.”

“….”

“The real saintess is dead.”

‘…What does that mean?’

Ellin’s eyes widened at Erich’s words. The saintess was dead? What was he talking about?

“It’s just a metaphor.”

“….”

“If you were truly the saint, I wouldn’t have allowed things to turn out like this.”

He gave a quiet laugh before gently tucking her hair behind her ear.

Too close. His face was far too close.

The beautiful priest smiled, and with it, a languid yet dangerously alluring side of him emerged. When he tilted his head down, the dim light cast over his face, making his eyes gleam sharply.

“To put it simply, this is how it is.”

“….”

“Because I was drawn to you from the beginning.”

Ellin stiffened. A burning passion smoldered in those orange eyes.

‘Oh, my God. You…’

In her previous life, Erich had never liked anyone. If anyone knew how exemplary a priest he was, it was her. Yet now, his lips brushed against her cheek.

A shiver ran through her as if an electric current was coursing through her.

“That’s why I wish to see you more often, Elena.”

His voice was warm, almost tender.

His long, graceful fingers gently traced along her opposite cheek.