Time-Limited Saintess, You’ve Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 22

At those words, she reached out and squeezed Ellin’s hand as she tried to back away from her.

“No, you’re also Angelia.”

“….”

“Regardless of their status, it’s natural that people with deep faith should be together.”

“….”

“I’m sure the commoners would surely be upset without Miss Ellin. Perhaps, they might even misunderstand that you were excluded because you’re a commoner.”

Saying so, Liliana held her hand with a tearful face.

Ellin could feel a subtle pressure in her mouth. If she didn’t want to be criticized by people, she should participate on her own.

“Then, I’ll go to the very back…”

“What are you talking about? Ellin is our symbol, you’ll sing next to me.”

At Liliana’s words, Ellin could only bite her lips.

Even though she couldn’t sing, she intended to embarrass her like that. Besides, what a beautiful picture it was for the Saint to comfort a commoner.

“So, practice hard.”

Liliana intended to do so even if she refused anyway. In the end, she nodded her head and sighed inwardly. She just needed to practice a little.

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“…What should I do?”

Ellin, who practiced alone, realized that her divine power shined through her singing. It was difficult to withstand the synergy that came out when the Saintess sang a sacred song that contained divinity.

“Ha.”

When her divine power overflowed, it was difficult to do anything else because it required attention to control it.

“I can’t do this…”

As Ellin muttered gloomily to herself, a voice was heard.

“What are you talking about?”

When she raised her head, startled, Maynard was standing there. He gazed at her with a disapproving expression. With his frowning brows, his cold blue eyes, and tightly biting lips showed that he still disapproved of the person in front of him.

“The Saint was so considerate that she made you stand right next to her, but you won’t do it?”

Ellin’s face hardened at his cold words. It wasn’t exactly what she expected from Maynard. Still, his words made her heart ached.

“Because I’m not enough… I’m sorry.”

“It’s an important place for the Saint and Angelias to reveal themselves for the first time. Don’t mess it up.”

Maynard uttered in a stern voice.

This man was also disapproving of her.

“…Yes.”

His cold blue eyes turned to Ellin, and he opened her mouth again stiffly.

“I was also a commoner.”

What did that mean, saying that all of a sudden?

When she opened her eyes wide and saw Maynard, he was already turning around to go back.

“Paladin!”

As she unwittingly called for Maynard, he glanced back and spoke with a frown.

“It wasn’t a voice I didn’t want to hear.”

Finishing his words, he left the practice room while Ellin watched his disappearing back with her eyes wide open.

A red blush rose on her cheeks.

“…He means to work hard.”

She didn’t know if he really meant that or if it was because he was angry at her for insisting that she couldn’t do it as a commoner. The Holy Spirit Festival, which had been burdensome… still, she found an excuse to practice. That was enough.

Ellin smiled softly.

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“What? She’s practicing singing now?”

When he heard that she wasn’t praying right now, Arkan let out a laugh. With his expression brightened again, the corners of his mouth were raised, and air was coming out from between his teeth.

“So, you’re saying that she’s been practicing singing all this time?”

“Yes.”

As Arkhan made a puzzled expression, the person who reported it also seemed embarrassed. When he asked to keep an eye on her to see whether she was prying out their secret or not, he was disappointed and couldn’t believe that she was just singing.

“I-I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond to the remark.

‘…I’m dead.’

When the man glanced up at the thought of those terrifying eyes, he saw a languid smile.

Those scarlet eyes had no violent or murderous intent as his eyes curved slightly. While it was a little disappointing, it was interesting. Laughing like that, Normaty’s ominous eyes disappeared, and a fairly normal expression came into view again.

“Is there anything more special? Was there a situation in which she talked to anyone?”

As he asked a little persistently, it seemed like it didn’t matter if the secret was already exposed, as if that was his only entertainment.

“There isn’t.”

“Why do you think so?”

“She’s a commoner, so no one wants to be associated with her. At least there was High Priest Erich, but he’s busy preparing for the Holy Spirit Festival.”

The Emperor lowered his eyes.

She was ostracized from the temple for being a commoner…

“So, when is the Holy Spirit Festival?”

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