Time-Limited Saintess, You’ve Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 45

Chapter 23.1

“So, what are you planning to do by bringing her here?”

Marquis Kasmin asked with a troubled expression as he frowned at the Emperor’s eccentricity.

“It’s not like there aren’t plenty of empty rooms in the palace, so what’s wrong with bringing her to my place?”

“You’re telling me that you’re bringing a commoner girl of unknown origin into the imperial place when you’re supposed to be settling down?”

“If there’s a place, I can just hire her as a qualified worker.”

“That’s not the point!”

Seeing Marquis Kasmin shout, Arkan wondered how he had managed to climb up the ranks like that.

“Wouldn’t it have been better to just kill her? Especially since you know the secret!”

“Killing her, that’s too cruel.”

“Hey, you’re even crueler! Who’s saying that to whom?!”

The Marquis couldn’t hold back and used informal language. It was because his friend was shamelessly audacious. In the meanwhile, Arkan didn’t bat an eye and observed Kasmin’s anger as usual.

“I’ve decided not to kill her. I won’t kill her.”

“…No, why? Did you have a crush on her?”

“Maybe so.”

At that statement, Marquis Kasmin’s mouth hung agape.

“You, you… a commoner, what on earth—!”

“Can’t you distinguish between jokes and the truth anymore?”

“When you make a joke with that expression, it feels like you’re serious!”

He ignored Marquis Kasmin’s loud shouting.

“It seems that the fake Saint caused trouble and got her expelled.”

“What?”

“It seems that they falsely accused her of selling items received to him by a priest, and because she was a commoner, she was sent away without being able to even defend herself properly.”

“Ho, really.”

“Even some of them, knowing the truth, have chosen to bury it because it was the Saint’s doing and only felt pitiful for the commoner woman. She was sitting on the street, drenched in the rain and crying. Her feet were all torn up, and it looked like she had been hit in the head.”

“And these are the ones who claim to share the grace of the Gods? They’re crazy.”

Marquis Kasmin muttered through clenched teeth.

“If I hadn’t picked her up, she might have cried herself to death or might have fallen into the hands of a bunch of creepy men and suffered even worse.”

“That’s true. They couldn’t have left that young lady alone.”

Despite her cool demeanor, Kasmin had a soft heart. Realizing that he had been persuaded by Arkan’s words, he then bit his lip.

“You, you… you know that if you do this, I won’t be able to say harsh things.”

“Anyway, regardless of how it happened, it’s my fault for putting such a woman as a saint. I have to take responsibility.”

“….”

“Oh, is it strange for me to take responsibility? Then, I’ll just throw her out.”

“What, on a rainy day?!”

Saying so, Kasmin clenched his fists and shook his head. It meant that he should figure it out on his own. In truth, he didn’t need Kasmin’s permission.

Arkan thought of Ellin.

“I swear by your eyes.”

He remembered his clear, light green eyes that met his gaze. A woman with radiant and beautiful platinum blonde hair, possessing a grace more elegant than any noble…

There would be nothing wrong with taking her along. What could be wrong?

‘…Fell for her?’

He chuckled at the words Kasmin uttered.

To make such a foolish joke, it seemed that even Kasmin had found some leisure now. Arkan shook his head with a flutter of excitement. He knew what his emotions were. Not even a cruel hunter with a bow could kill a wounded baby bird that flew into his arms.

To him, Ellin was like that.

‘She didn’t even know how scary it was.’

Ellin walked towards him as if she would collapse any moment and held him in her arms. Even though she knew just how cruel and frightening a person he was.

…She sought warmth from him, the very person she knew to be so ruthless.

At that moment, for her, anyone would have sufficed, he knew that much. However, what was important was that he was the same as ‘anyone.’

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“Oh, good to see you again.”

“Yes, it is.”

When Melissa chuckled softly, Ellin returned the smile back. Somehow, Melissa came in right when she had woken up as if she knew.

“Here are some clothes to change into.”

This time, a soft green muslin dress was laid out on the bed. Ellin sighed as she looked at it.

“I’ll go get you some breakfast, young lady.”

“Young lady? I’m not a lady.”

“Yes?”

“I’m probably a commoner worse off than Melissa.”

Melissa tilted at Ellin’s words. What did it matter if she was a commoner? She was told to treat her with the utmost respect, after all.

The next moment, she straightened her expression and spoke.

“His Majesty has ordered that we take care of you properly. We know you’re a commoner, and we’re not serving you because you’re a lady, so don’t worry too much.”

It was truly a warm consideration. Unbeknownst to her, Ellin had felt somewhat discouraged by being referred to as a commoner, though Melissa’s affectionate words put her at ease.

She looked at Melissa. The girl with jet-black hair and freckles had a gentle demeanor.

‘Now that I think about it, I feel like I’ve seen her before in my previous life.’

Back then, she had a handmaiden separate from a noble family maid that Arkan had assigned. However, it seemed like the one who did the chores behind the scenes was this child.

‘Right! It was like that. Although she made many mistakes, she had a gentle personality.’

Ellin felt grateful.

“Thank you.”

“Oh, don’t mention it. Come here, I’ll help you get dressed.”

Melissa carefully dressed Ellin.

The green muslin dress wasn’t too saturated, which made it easier to look at. Despite the fact that it looked ordinary, just like the pearl-colored dress she had been given before, it was even more to her liking because it didn’t subtly draw attention.

“I think you have a fever. Your face is red.”

“Is that so?”

As she spoke, Melissa gently touched Ellin’s forehead as if expressing concern. Then, she clicked her tongue and examined the bandage that covered her pretty forehead.

“Are you dizzy? You need rest.”

“Alright.”

Ellin smiled wryly. She felt weak, had a headache, and it seemed like she had a fever.

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