Time-Limited Saintess, You've Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 90
Chapter 45.2
“Your Majesty.”
“Come in.”
Marquis Kasmin felt a bad feeling creeping up from Bronn’s tone. As soon as Bronn entered, he greeted them and then spoke.
“It appears that Prince Harald has insulted the Saintess.”
“Insulted her?”
“He hurled insults at her, as if knocking down Princess Charlotte wasn’t enough…”
“…Explain in detail.”
“H-He said it wasn’t enough? Has the prince completely lost his mind?”
Kasmin asked, incredulous.
“The Saintess and Miss Ellin were talking in the gazebo, and it seems the Saintess tried to shift the blame for her fall onto that woman.”
Kasmin had already heard about this from Iweta.
“Prince Harald overheard their conversation as he was passing by, got furious, and then took Miss Ellin away with him.”
Arkan’s cold, dangerous gaze returned.
Of course, that reckless troublemaker had caused such a commotion… That wasn’t surprising. Still, was he any better than himself?
“Ha.”
Arkan let out a low sigh, feeling both relieved and frustrated. With Harald insulting the Saintess, they no longer had a legitimate reason to force her out, though they couldn’t just leave her here either.
“So, what’s it going to be? Are you kicking her out, or are you going to take my advice?”
Arkan clicked his tongue at Marquis Kasmin’s words.
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Ellin was dressed in pure white. It was the same kind of outfit she had grown weary of wearing in her previous life. Though the clothes were simple and unadorned, her sharp eyes quickly recognized what she was wearing.
“This is…”
She had only worn it because Melissa had insisted. But now that she was dressed, her suspicions were confirmed.
It was eerily similar to the outfit she used to wear as the Saintess.
Even her appearance had been carefully arranged by Melissa. Her once messy hair was now neatly combed and pinned back with a white pearl clip. It wasn’t obvious, but she also wore pearl earrings, and a thin necklace adorned her neck and wrist.
“Do I really have to do this?”
“Yes, please, I beg you.”
Melissa pleaded as she looked at Ellin, who seemed displeased. Ellin seemed to know what she wanted now.
As she walked toward the princess’s palace, she saw a large crowd gathered.
Today was Princess Charlotte’s baptism ceremony.
Typically, a clergyman—usually a high priest or the Saintess—would conduct the baptism, followed by a grand procession through the capital.
“Elliiin!”
Charlotte, who had been nervously scanning the crowd, ran into Ellin’s arms the moment she saw her.
“Ellin, Ellin!”
The child was trembling slightly.
Ellin knew all too well how overwhelming it could be to be surrounded by so many people. She had her own share of fearful memories.
Charlotte, trembling in her arms, was also dressed in the same white outfit as Ellin.
A delicate wreath of white rosana roses adorned her head.
“Shhh, Your Highness. It’s alright.”
“….”
“Wow, Your Highness, you look so beautiful today.”
“Ellin is pretty, too.”
As the two exchanged sweet compliments, someone suddenly appeared.
Startled, Ellin looked up.
Maynard was staring at her.
“….”
“….”
The blonde man stood silently in his armor, as usual. People around them murmured in admiration, captivated by his striking appearance and charm.
However, Charlotte only flinched.
Maynard bowed before her.
“I greet Her Highness, Princess Charlotte. I’m Maynard Raffaelo.”
Fortunately, Charlotte didn’t burst into tears. Still holding Ellin’s hand, she asked.
“Are you from the temple?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Hmph.”
She knew that people from the temple didn’t like her. Although she couldn’t take her eyes off Maynard, she was clearly frightened.
Ellin glanced at Maynard with a puzzled expression.
“Sir, is there something you need?”
“….”
Maynard gazed at her face for a long time, carefully choosing his words before finally speaking.
Until that moment, Ellin had assumed he was here to greet the Princess. Her question had been meant to prompt him to finish his business and then go on his way.
“I saw you and decided to come over.”
“Pardon?”
“I wanted to check if you were being punished or if you were hurt.”
Ellin’s eyes widened at Maynard’s words.
Could it be that he had been worrying about her all this time?
“Uh… I’m alright.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
Ellin bowed politely. However, Maynard still didn’t leave.
‘…Why isn’t he leaving? Does he have something more to say?’
She blinked.
“Is everything okay with your work at the palace?”
“Yes.”
Ellin looked at Maynard. His golden blonde hair and striking blue eyes stood out. He stood there like a statue, quietly watching her.
“If the work gets too hard…”
“….”
“If it becomes too much, you know you can always tell me. You know how to send me a letter.”
Ellin nodded.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, clearly flustered.
Seeing him like that, Ellin’s cheeks grew warm. He was genuinely worried about her. The kindness he showed was unmistakable. Even if it stemmed from guilt, it was still sincere.
“Sir, I’m really fine.”
“….”
“As you can see, Her Highness the Princess is so kind and beautiful.”
Charlotte giggled at the compliment directed toward her.
“And I… I’m at peace. If I’ve been weighing on your mind, you don’t need to worry anymore.”
Ellin smiled softly.
Maynard let out a heavy sigh.
Despite her reassurance, she had also drawn a clear line. She didn’t dislike him, but she didn’t want to continue their relationship any further.
The deep kindness and reverence he had once shown her were no longer meant for her. Ellin knew she was being selfish, and she also knew that this gap between them would eventually hurt her. Hadn’t she learned that lesson when she was cast out of the temple?
She decided she would no longer accept Maynard’s goodwill.
“I’ll show my devotion to the gods in my own way.”
“….”
“So, please focus only on the Saintess.”
At her words, Maynard’s expression hardened. He furrowed his brows in confusion before speaking.
“That’s strange.”
“Yes?”
“Why do you place yourself on the same level as the Saintess?”
Wasn’t this exactly what would lead to her getting hurt? Of course, she wasn’t the same as the Saintess.
“I’m sorry.”
Ellin stammered, lowering her head. It seemed like Maynard was about to speak again—
“Building a relationship with a paladin before the baptism, how admirable.”
—When a deep, ominous voice interrupted.
As she turned her head, she saw Arkan walking toward them. She wore a puzzled expression as his red eyes, filled with displeasure, glared at her.
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