Chapter 185 – Nosferatu (12)
It was a tumultuous night, but eventually Adela gave up and chose to sleep.
In fact, the horse is homeless. In fact, it was a very luxurious bed to be called homeless, so Adela, who was trembling, went to bed and mumbled dissatisfaction.
Besides, this guy, from what I hear, she seems to have been homeless with me in the past.
Maybe that’s why I was quick to adapt. She checked briefly at dawn and found that she was the most soundly asleep of the three.
It’s good to sleep well, okay?
“Wake up, it is morning.”
“Ahhh, let me sleep for five more minutes…”
Flutter-! The mumble snatched Adela’s blanket. The saintess’s nightgown, curled up under her blanket, was clearly exposed.
Curvature is artistic.
Impression for a while. Adela’s body trembled in the cold wind as her blanket had been taken away. She glared at me with open eyes.
“… You are a really bad man. Well, most men are like that.”
“You don’t say that in front of the believers, do you?”
“What do you see me as… ?”
But.
I nodded and looked back at Daisy and Eileen, who were up and preparing breakfast.
“Are you done?”
“Yes, Master.”
A large table pulled out of the shadows and a luxurious table made with fresh ingredients and utensils.
It is so colorful that you won’t believe that you can eat it while traveling.
“… Hmmmm.”
After washing her face in the morning, Adela carefully occupied one side of the table. Although her eyes seemed to be out of sync, she sparkled with subtle anticipation.
“When I go with the duke, I really like this. I used to cook… These are all memories.”
“…”
The atmosphere became subtle. This little boy, without any interest in me, deliberately chooses meaningful words or words with nuances.
Is this it? Is it some kind of meanness towards me with pretty girls?
“Wow. This is a sauce made from berries that only come from the Far East, right? It’s really hard to find in the Holy Land, so I haven’t had it a few times… Every time I taste something like this, the girl wonders if the Duke’s shadow shines the most when it’s actually used as a storage for food…”
No. Is it just that the bitch who reveals what she eats doesn’t filter because she puts delicious things in front of her eyes?
“… Let’s eat.”
“Yes…”
“Joy…”
Daisy, who seemed a little downcast, and Eileen, who was pouting. I’m a little stumped.
I don’t think it’s particularly bad. Would it be right to call it a delicate relationship? In fact, I was also a little perplexed.
Adela and I have never thought of knowing each other, and in fact, when I called her, I thought of enlisting her help by telling her about her duties as ‘her saint’, so that she would naturally make me her companion. Did not know
In the end, though, it was a good thing.
“… Oh. Why aren’t you all eating?”
As she enjoyed her meal, Adela, belatedly realizing the silence on her table, opened her eyes wide.
It looked so innocent, Daisy and Eileen both munched their mouths, then smiled and started eating.
Maybe ‘What am I doing with minors? ’ Or ‘Eh. Being jealous of a child is ugly… ’ You must be thinking the same thing.
The meal continued in quiet silence…
*
Adela.
Saintess.
The peculiarities are male hatred and homosexuality.
After listing it all here, it seems like past trauma may have affected her sexual preference… A question comes to mind.
Just say the answer.
‘There’s nothing like that.’
Does not exist.
Adela thought of herself as living a very easy life. Of course, her life wasn’t completely without ups and downs, but isn’t it the same for everyone?
At most, after awakening as a saint, her parents, who raised her, feared her and distanced her, or a political figure who tried to use or check her, her highest religious symbol of ‘her saint’. Going through tricks, or being threatened by terrorism from her anti-religious group…
Barely that much.
Adela, of course, knows that it’s really not something that can be dismissed as ‘barely’.
But at the same time, she was also aware of the weight and responsibility of her own place as ‘her saint’. She knew that a normal girl wouldn’t have to go through something, and a “Saint”——A disciple who was favored by her goddess would have to endure it.
Adela was ten years old at the time.
At the young age of only ten, the girl has become an adult.
But that didn’t make Adela hate men. She has a sexual preference for women, even if it is innate to her – I don’t know if that’s true or not, but Adela herself believes that her own preference is innate – and that has nothing to do with male hatred. It’s nothing.
Sexual assault? The gaze of men with infatuation?
There was none of that. Since she became a saint, she is the center of the Holy Nation, and instead of serving her goddess, she is the one who lives in the temple. Of course, those who can face her face are also extremely limited, and most of them have a deeper faith than her saintess.
‘You are beautiful today too, saintess.’
Those words are truly pure compliments.
‘Have you grown a lot while I haven’t seen you?’
This means that I am proud of being really tall.
‘The saintess will be a good bride someday.’
It was a sincere wish that she would one day lay down that responsibility and find her true love.
‘There are many bad people in the world, but there are also a lot of good people.’
Naturally, no matter how much threats came from the outside, the saintess became unable to hate the world in the tent of ‘good people’ surrounding her.
No matter what, they purified the saintess around her.
Although the saintess they were trying to protect with her spirit was a woman with a black heart who had already seen through what was going on in the world.
That doesn’t mean that the saintess’ personality was bad.
Just realistic
‘These people are undeserving, for me.’
Abandoned by her parents. But she met better people than that. The benevolent Pope, the strict but subtly caring Cardinal, the scary but loyal Inquisitors…
In any case, Adela was very satisfied with the human relationships she had met after becoming a saint.
Although there is one vampire duke I don’t like.
Even her political maneuvers to keep her in check were stopped by her pope. The Cardinal, the Heretic Questioner, became Adela’s sword to protect.
Terrorist threat?
There was never a moment when he was a direct threat to the saintess who was favored by the goddess.
So.
‘At this rate, it’s a blessed life.’
Trauma? Fearful past? There is no such thing. There is also no holy goal of making the world peaceful.
‘I just need to live well around me, so there’s no need to overdo it and open my arms.’
Although she was far from the philanthropic image that is often associated with saints, Adela was confident.
‘Even if I’m alive and well, there are so many believers who would find comfort in it and use it as a salvation for their hearts.’
So protect the people around you and live well together. That would be a service to the world.
Adela really believed that, no doubt.
‘Then, if I can help myself, I can help…’
Let’s not overdo it. I need to know my fountain well.
If you’re healthy, it’s a healthy mindset.
How did such Adela come to hate men?
‘─── Oh my God. There is no better man than the duke.’
At the age of 14, at an age where she could ponder what kind of emotion love is, the girl was stunned.
This continent is so wide, how can there be no one better than that man like Wensu!
She wasn’t specifically looking to make her man her mate. In the first place, Adela was a homosexual who liked the same woman she thought of herself.
However, this was like the feelings of a girl reading a love novel.
Isn’t ‘saint’ a word that will captivate the hearts of many men?
So, I was looking for information with the excitement of a girl who buys a popular romance novel from a bookstore and opens it.
Adela’s face was stained with saliva.
Who is ‘the man’?
He looks as good as a goddess, and what he does is no different from that of a barber. What would you do if your tone of voice and behavior were dignified and elegant? Indeed, the contents are gutter!
The world is busy praising him, but Adela is not fooled. What is the devil That man is the devil!
… As a saint, it is a very careless act to call someone else a devil at will, so I reflect for a moment on having dared to have such a thought even in my thoughts.
Anyways, a digression.
To Adela, a man named ‘Scarlett Chepes’ was a man who could not be seen as an object of love.
Of course, it wasn’t like that from the first meeting. It was a meeting that was close to the worst, but the fresh girl Adela was firmly attached to his face, which was so beautiful that one would mistake it for a goddess.
But after going through all sorts of things, they just seemed like friends with a big age difference.
However.
But why!
‘How can there be no man better than the duke?’
Whether it’s because she’s known Scarlett for too long, or because Scarlett has become too comfortable with her, in Adela’s head, even though it feels like a love story, a man she could be with shouldn’t be inferior to Scarlett. It was a matter of pride.
And that was the problem.
There was no better man in the world than Scarlett.
There seemed to be a few women comparable to him, but none of them were men.
‘Unbelievable…’
Adela was discouraged. Are men really only those worse than Scarlett… It’s insignificant… After all, my only partner is the same girl… Goddess is also a woman, right? After all, women are the best…
*
“It’s a little annoying.”
“What. Hey stop Don’t hit me.”
“Can’t you give me a bit?”
“What, all of a sudden?”
