Chapter 162 – For a Precious Person (6)
How should we interpret this unprecedented phenomenon? I tried to think as calmly as possible and act calmly, but neither side listened.
His open mouth his didn’t want to close, and his round eyes his could n’t hide his surprise. It was because he could n’t understand the fact that the man in front of him was staring at his face.
‘Me…… Are you watching?’
It is almost impossible to look at the face of a saint unless it is the pope who is responsible for the curse.
The divine magic engraved in Rastane’s heart, ‘Light of Heaven’, changes its brightness according to the evil spirit of the opponent.
In short, it had the principle that the deeper the evil heart, the stronger the light, and the deeper the good heart, the weaker the light. So, it was normal when no one could see the saintess’s face.
Humans are not good. Even those who do good out of habit have evil lurking on the side of their hearts, and even priests who live faithfully throughout their lives have not abandoned their selfishness to the end.
Theorad Deharm, who is admired by the local people, is also an ordinary human who lives for himself after all…… I was vaguely thinking
“Saint? Did you even say that she was not comfortable with her body? You don’t look good.”
The light brown eyes were staring at me with a very comfortable look. The pupils without any shaking are reminiscent of a calm lake.
But is it true that this person is really looking at me? He couldn’t completely trust someone who would occasionally force himself to make eye contact to show off his courtesy his.
Rastane, who had calmed her breathing, opened her mouth slowly.
“Are you looking at me?”
What are you talking about all of a sudden? Theo Rad, who paused for a moment, nodded softly.
“That’s right. If that makes you uncomfortable…….”
“What do I look like in Viscount Theorard’s eyes?”
Theorard shuts his mouth. One after another, he is asked strange questions, and it is because he is embarrassed.
However, they could not raise objection to the saintess’s own words her. To answer her question, Theorard took a slow look at her saintess’ appearance of her.
A faint light covered the saintess’s face her, but she was not unrecognizable.
“The saintess has pink hair that is shiny like silk.”
Her hair her, which had never been cut, was a reddish pink that hung down to her feet her. The texture of her was very fine and beautiful, probably because the blind girls who took care of her looked after her every day.
She said, “She also has blue eyes like the clear sea.”
Just looking at the irises of her, which were blue like the sea without any impurities, brought peace to her heart her. The fact that the corners of her eyes are gently lowered also comes as a symbol of benevolence and consideration.
“In addition, the mole under her eye is really attractive.”
The simple tear points give a twist to the impression of the naive Rastane. She was so beautiful that I wondered if she would have made many men cry if she hadn’t become a saint.
Theorard commented on Rastane’s face her and smiled half-baked. It was because I felt sorry for discussing the beauty of the person I usually admired, even if it was a saintly question.
“Was my answer helpful?”
Rastein was silent. Because she could not hide her embarrassment of her. Her embarrassment was not unique to Rastein.
She didn’t understand the conversation between Theo Rad and the saintess, including the servants, knights, paladins, and Roilen lined up in the hallway.
While everyone bowed their heads in front of the saintess because they could not overcome the strong light, the image of Theorard with her waist straight as if resisting alone seemed holy at first glance.
“Help…”
Rastain took a deep breath and involuntarily blushed. It was because he was not used to the current situation because he thought that the other party could not see his face his anyway, so he always took care of his expression his.
Was it embarrassing to show your face to others? I feel shame as if I am walking down the street naked.
I was nervous and broke out in a cold sweat. Rastane, who had managed to capture the disgraceful expression on his face his, cleared his throat.
“It was helpful.”
I feel a sense of stability in the appearance of Rastain, who pretends nothing is wrong and reaches aloof. Rastane, who had taken care of her troubled mind, spoke in a plain tone.
“I’m glad it looks better than that. She was very worried because she was said to have been attacked by killers.”
“I am sorry to have caused you to worry about the saintess. As you can see I’m fine. But…….”
“But?”
There is nothing more painful than recalling the miserable past and spitting it out. So before Theorard could answer, Roylen hurriedly intervened. With both of her eyes closed.
“Now. I’ll explain the details, so why don’t you eat in the drawing room?”
Rastain was puzzled by Roylen’s sudden interruption of her, but she didn’t say much. From the look on Theorard’s pensive face, she guessed that something unusual had happened.
“All right. Then let her go into the drawing room and listen to the story.”
“Thank you for your generosity. Let me guide you.”
Roylen, bowing her head, leads the way. She and Roilen followed, and before long, she arrived at the living room of the villa.
A huge carpet embroidered with a white lion pattern can be seen spread in the center of the living room. On top of that, there were oak tables and luxurious chairs, and sofas where you could sit and relax were scattered in the squares of the living room.
She said that a saintess was coming, so the atmosphere seemed to have been hastily converted into a drawing room, but the quiet feeling wasn’t too bad.
Rastane, who had been glancing at the fireplace that had not been used for a while and was covered with ash, moved to the center of the living room. Roylen also moved cautiously toward her table, keeping her gaze fixed beneath her.
As Rastein reached the table, her paladins pulled her chair away. Rastain, who expressed gratitude by nodding her head, sat down. She muttered quietly, looking back at her blind girls who were taking up her own help her.
“Get some rest.”
Blind girls who understood her words nodded and scurried to the sofa in the corner. The knights and Theorad, who had been paying attention to her saintess, also respectfully retreated behind her.
In the space where the servants were busy preparing her refreshments, one of the two paladins in charge of escorting the saintess took out a silk scroll from her shoulder bag her.
Then, the two of them work together to unfold the scroll and make it like a screen. It was a bright white color.
Thanks to this, Roilen was able to keep her head up. It was because her silk was blocking the glare from her saintess.
The saintess is considerate of her counterpart in this way. After her brief admiration of her, Roylen corrected her posture and opened her mouth.
“Uh, hmm. First of all, thank you infinitely for visiting such a humble place…….”
“Littleness is fine. What happened to Viscount Theorard?”
The In-young behind Gyeong-ra approaches with a sense of intimidation. Roilen could not ignore her saintess’ quest of her, so Roilen skipped her pretense and got to the point.
“That is……I don’t know much about the inside story of the case either. Nevertheless, I dare say that Viscount Theorard survived the attack of the killers, and in the process, the maid he cherished was exposed to the phenomenon of ‘quarantine night’.”
Rastane’s complexion darkened with worry. It was because I understood the darkness that was hanging over Theorard’s face.
“It’s unfortunate. Being alive but being dead makes everyone sick.”
“Yes. So……”
Should I say this or not? After a brief pause, Roylen smiled awkwardly.
“Couldn’t the saintess help Viscount Theorard? She is a saint, and she is fluent in astrology, so she is unmatched by anyone in the empire.”
“What… What do you mean?”
She was beyond recless and ridiculous. Rastain frowned and looked at Roylen behind her.
“In order to save those trapped in the quarantined night, we must open the base of our consciousness. Opening the base of consciousness is the same as interfering with the person’s past. If a mistake is made in the treatment process, in the worst case, both will end up on the brink of death.”
“I know. I don’t know why the Empire has made quarantine night treatment taboo. Of course, I also told Viscount Theorard about the side effects of the treatment. One…….”
Roylen let out a deep sigh.
“Viscount Theorard never intended to give up. If there is a possibility of a cure, it is clear that they will rush in any way.”
“Still, dangerous is dangerous! One person’s life is at stake, do you think I’ll accept it?”
“What the saintess said is 100% right. It is natural to refuse. The problem is that even if the saintess does n’t grant her request her, Viscount Theorard does n’t seem to want to stop.”
Roylen remembers Theo Rad, who had been telling her to help her heal the elves. The determination in her eyes was not something that could be changed by someone persuading her.
“Perhaps if the saintess refuses her treatment on the night of quarantine, Viscount Theorard will humbly accept it. She will apologize to the saintess for causing her concern for her.”
It was obvious to Roylen what Theorard’s next move would be. She never backs down those who walk the path she believes is right. Theorard was the one to whom he would jump without hesitation, even if it was a cripple, if he saw the slightest chance of saving the being he held dear.
“From now on, Viscount Theorard will call in a competent astrologer and ask for a cure for the night of quarantine, even if it means exhausting all family goods. That is the fate that Viscount Theorard will choose.”
After hearing Roylen’s words, Rastane was silent for a while. He’s a nobleman risking his own life to save a mere maid. He never heard It was as unrealistic as the absurd song of a bard.
But when it comes to Theorad Deharm…… If he was a good enough sage to ignore the light of his birth and make eye contact, he would have done it.
Even if he refused here, Theorard would risk his own life. If so, wouldn’t it be better for him to agree?
Curry—!
The moment I am immersed in my thoughts, I hear the laughter of a child. Naturally turning his head, Rastane witnessed Theorard playing with blind girls.
Theorard had the blind girls sit on the couch, and he sat on one knee on the dusty floor, smiling and telling them funny stories.
It is impressive to see the blind girls gently holding onto the fern-like hands in case they get scared. As he watched, he felt that Theo Rad’s daily care his touched his heart.
If they were obviously shy children, how could they become friends so quickly? Rastane, who was looking at Theo Rad’s back with weary eyes, finally nodded his head.
“All right. If Viscount Theorard’s will is not broken…….”
Perhaps the rumor that the god of light favored him was not a lie. Laughing bitterly, Rastain turned to Roylen and continued her words.
“I will help with the quarantine night treatment.”
