Time-Limited Saintess, You’ve Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 47

Chapter 24.1

Mistress.

That was something she had thought of. Whether it was the incident in the previous bathroom or coming to take away the abandoned Ellin, it was all the same. Giving her clothes and sharing a meal together… what else could there be besides a mistress?

“What? Say it again.”

Arkan Looked offended as wrinkles formed between his eyebrows. His grim expression had a way of frightening people, but Ellin’s expression remained unchanged.

“If we have breakfast together, people will undoubtedly think there’s some connection between me and Your Majesty, and it’ll be a loss to your honor.”

He fell silent in response to her bold words.

“Are you suggesting that people will misunderstand and think I have spent the night with you?”

“Your Majesty picked up a commoner, and now even invited her for breakfast.”

As she replied calmly, he approached her with long strides without responding.

“And you treated me like this.”

“Ha…”

His actions were still unforgettable.

Arkan felt frustrated and looked at Ellin. When she didn’t avert her eyes, he reached out his large hand and gently grabbed her chin, lifting her face.

“Mistress.”

“….”

“I’m being lenient, but aren’t you a bit too full of yourself?”

“….”

“Yes, I acknowledge that your appearance is beautiful enough to become a mistress.”

It sounded as if he were evaluating her. In fact, it was tantamount to ridicule, yet Ellin’s expression remained firm.

In response, Arkan continued firmly.

“However, I wasn’t that desperate.”

Then, he released his grip on her chin. His red pupils glowed with anger.

“Don’t worry about the rumors.”

“….”

“Because I can kill you.”

Even with the menacing and bloody words of killing, the expression of the woman in front of him remained unchanged. She still wore a dull face.

Arkan frowned, thinking.

A slender neck that would snap with a squeeze of his large hand. Her life would end with one of his whims.

Wasn’t she afraid? Why did she have such a look on her face? He wanted to see her make a different expression. As he brushed away her long flowing hair, it was subtle physical contact—whether it was a veiled provocation or a threat—yet Ellin’s expression remained unchanged.

“It seems that the wound on your neck is gone. It’s clean, and there’s no scars.”

“….”

“It wasn’t a small wound.”

“….”

“It looks like you received treatment from a priest, haven’t you?”

Ellin flinched, and her eyes flickered.

At the same time, Arkan didn’t miss that small moment. A strange sense of discomfort crept in.

“I wonder what you would have said if they had asked you where the wound on your neck came from.”

“It’s nothing like that. It’s just…”

It was a wound that she had healed herself, and the reason why she had frozen in place was because she didn’t expect him to look at the wound.

“It’s true. He just saw the wound and offered to treat it.”

“Who?”

“High Priest Erich.”

As she uttered the name, it felt as though a knife was cutting through her heart.

“Right, you said you were very close to that priest. Were you close enough to show him your neck?”

Ellin’s eyebrows rose in anger as she recognized the implication of his words.

‘Why does he keep saying things like this?’

“The priests aren’t the kind of people who harbor worldly desires.”

“I have done a great disservice to the faithful person.”

She felt a sudden fatigue in response to his mocking tone. Was it because she was getting angry at his words? Once the anger flared up, it didn’t subside easily.

All of a sudden, Arkan reached out and touched her forehead, where a bandage was wrapped. Beyond the bandage, a dark red bloodstain was visible.

“Do you have a fever right now?”

Arkan’s fingertips touched her warm, bare skin. As his ears caught the slightly ragged sound of her breath, he frowned and gazed at her expression.

“D*mn, you’re weak…”

He cursed under his breath.

Her eyes became unfocused, but Ellin stood her ground, determined not to show weakness in front of him. She was asserting her pride in front of him, not wanting to appear vulnerable. Knowing that her body wasn’t normal, she still pushed herself for no reason.

She didn’t know why the mention of the word mistress angered her so much.

“Your Highness, please, go back…”

“Just lie down.”

“I’m fine…”

“Whether it’s breakfast or whatever nonsense, I understand that you can’t eat it.”

Ellin looked at Arkan with a puzzled expression at his harsh words. Had he used such harsh language before? He had always spoken more dignifiedly in front of her, who was the Saint or Lilliana…

“Uut…”

When he abruptly lifted her up in his arms, she gasped and clung to his neck.

“Your body is like a ball of fire. Well, it’s my fault for provoking you, but how can you be so stubborn?”

“….”

As she let out a rough breath against his neck, the grip on his arms tightened.

“Seeing that you’re protecting someone who abandoned you, you’re indeed foolish.”

“….”

Then, Arkan laid her down on the bed.

Why was this person so affectionate towards her? Despite his cursing, he ended up laying her down gently, considering her pain.

“It’s a wonder how you managed to survive.”

“….”

He was a strange man. He was like a stubborn little boy, a crooked child who expressed affection in the wrong way. His appearance was new to her because she had always thought he was a brutal tyrant.

“Don’t worry and just sleep.”

‘How could he be here?’

Ellin asked with her eyes, but Arkan seemed unaware.

Wasn’t he a busy emperor? Shouldn’t he be having breakfast or starting his duties? Why was he doing this for her? She couldn’t understand.

He uttered mean things but worried about her.

She couldn’t understand.

As her body relaxed, Ellin had fallen asleep again without realizing it.

˚ ･: * ✧ * :･ ˚

Lilliana suffered from nightmares for several days.

The image of Paul with his tongue and arms severed still haunted her eyes. Not only that, but there was the sight of him searching for her with his eyes wide open! Whenever she tried to fall asleep, his image would appear, and she would wake up screaming.

Gradually, the priests and even the Angelias began to express their concerns upon seeing her pale complexion.

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