Time-Limited Saintess, You've Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 49
Ellin, who had just woken up from sleep, glanced towards the window.
The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was still blue.
She pushed herself to her feet, her body stiff and sore from days of being bedridden. At that time, perhaps because she was agitated by Arkan’s ridicule, a fever began to rise throughout her body. The fever escalated to a high temperature within a matter of hours, and she ended up back in bed again.
Ellin sighed, thinking about her time in the palace during her illness. It was excessive for her. It was similar to the treatment she received when she was the Saint, and she knew that this treatment was meant for honored guests. Now that she had collapsed, her status had become ambiguous.
Despite the fact that the Emperor had brought her here by force, there were maids who attended to her needs and even nursed her back to health.
If so, perhaps she has a special relationship with the Emperor.
…There must have been rumors circulating about that.
Having spent a considerable amount of time in the palace during her lifetime, she was well aware of how rumors spread within the palace, so she had to quell those rumors.
Getting involved in such rumors with Arkan again?
While it seemed like he wasn’t aware of such things, in the end, it would be her who would suffer the consequences. That was why today she was planning to find some work to do. Even if it meant going into the laundry department, which the palace maids usually avoided, she was determined to put an end to this strange treatment.
When she asked if she could leave, she was naturally rejected.
However, seeing her determined expression that she should do some work if she had to stay here, Arkan made a puzzled expression before he chuckled and eventually nodded obediently. Well, even though he was nodding obediently like that, he had brought her along as a ‘worker’ to watch over her.
It was natural.
Having asked Melissa for ‘appropriate attire,’ she began to wander around the imperial palace.
Although Melissa followed behind her, trying to guide her, Ellin’s steps were resolute and unhesitating. It was because she was already familiar with the layout of the palace. She even knew better than anyone where she should go and where she shouldn’t.
“Where should I work? If I ask them to accept me, will they accept it? Could Melissa introduce me?”
“Haha, the servant positions are already filled.”
Melissa replied, smiling embarrassedly.
“Yes. There are always plenty of people who want to work at the imperial palace.”
‘…That’s strange. I thought there’s always a shortage of workers because Arkan is a tyrant?’
Ellin tilted her head and muttered.
“Then, I guess I’ll have to keep looking.”
Seeing the enthusiastic Ellin, Melissa forced a smile. It was because she couldn’t imagine that the woman who carried herself with a strangely confident and dignified demeanor and had received the Emperor’s treatment would be doing menial work here.
Melissa followed the woman in front of her, thinking that she would give up if she continued to be rejected, and as she had expected, everyone said there was no need for more workers. Even the laundry department, which is always short on staff, was terrified when they saw the two of them, and they waved their hands in refusal.
“…This isn’t easy. I’m sure His Majesty must have told me to work here.”
‘If His Majesty had decided to have her work, wouldn’t he have already found a job for her to do?’
Melissa looked at Ellin, who appeared confident but subtly careless, and smiled at the notion.
At that moment, a piercing scream echoed.
The two of them stopped in their tracks and looked at each other.
“What’s that sound?”
Melissa responded as if it were nothing unusual.
“It’s the voice of Her Highness the Princess.”
Ellin’s eyes widened.
‘…Huh, that’s strange?’
In her first life, there was no princess? No, to be precise, the Princess was ‘dead’ since the Princess, who was Arkan’s younger sister, had passed away at a young age. She remembered that the reason for her passing wasn’t good…
“Well, Her Highness is…”
Noticing Melissa wearing an embarrassed expression as she spoke, Ellin noticed that there must be something going on with the Princess.
“Go over there, Melissa.”
There may be something she could do to help.
That was her response, trained as the Saint, to help those in need to the best of her ability, and it was no different for the Princess.
As far as she knew, it wasn’t a restricted area.
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Marquis Kasmin and Bronn tilted their heads as they looked at Arkan, who looked happy.
Usually, he would always flash those terrifying red eyes after the council meetings, busily fumed with rage, criticizing everyone and saying such things as “Those impudent nobles’ heads should be cut off quickly. The priests should be killed as soon as possible! We need to enlighten the foolish people,” and so on, he busily fumed with rage, criticizing everyone.
However, even after the meeting, he didn’t vent his murderous anger. Rather, he appeared quite normal, though he still wore an unpleasant expression.
“Is something wrong?”
The aide, Bronn, asked very bravely, but Arkan only glanced at him and didn’t respond. It was a childlike sense of pleasure to monopolize something that only belonged to him.
Seeing that, Marquis Kasmin clicked his tongue and spoke.
“Leave him alone. He’s been taking care of a new bird he found recently, so he’s quite dedicated.”
“A new bird?”
“Yeah, a sick bird that got caught in the rain.”
“Oh, don’t tell me it’s that Angelia?”
“Shut your mouth.”
When Arkan spoke with a cold expression, Bronn quickly closed his mouth.
Upon seeing it, Kasmin opened his mouth again.
“I heard she’s all better now. It seems that you have compassion, too? I heard you were worried when she was sick.”
“What about showing the same concern for Her Highness the Princess?”
When Arkan glared at him, Kasmin quickly changed the subject. It was because he had just made a very dangerous statement, and if he said one more word here, his head might have been cut off. However, surprisingly, his anger quickly subsided.
Kasmin decided to shift his focus to that ‘Angelia’ instead.
“What’s that lady doing?”
Suddenly, Arkan chuckled.
The Emperor chuckled? At the scene in front of him, Bronn and Viscount Kasmin exchanged glances.
“She said she’s looking for a job.”
“What does that mean?”
As he tried to push aside the unsettling thought that came to mind, he thought of Ellin.
“Please let me go out.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I want to repay my debt.”
“You can’t leave the imperial palace.”
“In that case, let me repay this debt by working here. Please let me work.”
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