How to Live With a Broken Saint 94

Chapter 94 – Gaze (1)

Even in an ominous mansion that could no longer be covered with old memories, the room Siana was staying in was especially ominous.

Mason looked away at the pile of tangled blankets on the bed. It was hard to see in the shadows of the dark room, but in the middle of the bed I could see a dim doll.

“…”

I wanted to run right away, but Mason followed Isabella quietly, noticing Isabella.

Even if she ran away, not only did her poisoning symptoms of Shiana not improve, but her own heart ached as she saw her horribly ruined Sianna.

Even though she made up her mind like that, she couldn’t stop her pain as if her heart would collapse the moment she saw Sianna on her bed.

Siana fell asleep, lying tightly wrapped in a blanket.

Even at a glance, a lean body.

A deep shade under the trembling eyes.

Her body trembled as if it had been hit by a cold wind.

Mason couldn’t breathe, as if all the oxygen in the room was gone.

Back when she was still a paladin, she smelled like she used to do ghetto relief work.

The prevalence of despair dissolved in the air could be felt from the sick, the elderly suffering from poverty, and those who were in an inescapable misfortune.

Sianna smelled of her death.

“Hello Siana.”

However, Isabella, who was next to her, spoke in a lively voice like a caring caregiver.

“…”

Siana didn’t answer. No, she seemed right to say that Isabella’s question was out of reach. But she didn’t care about Isabella, she sat down next to her bed and gently stroked her hair.

“Mason, who wanted to see her so much, also came, but what if she is asleep like this.”

Her voice was repulsive, full of sincerity and affection, as if waking up her child who had overslept the day before going to a picnic, but all Mason could do was hold back with her fists clenched.

“… Come on.”

“Oops. Not even in a hurry.”

Isabella stroked Cianna’s hair without giving her Mason a glance.

“Her hair is also very damaged, but I think it will be okay since Mason will take care of her day by day.”

Saying that, Isabella rolled up Cianna’s left sleeve, and she saw the bruises on her yellow and brown tangles. Isabella took her rubber band from her pocket, tied her arm around Cianna, then pulled her box from her bosom and began to prepare.

“Come closer. Because that’s what you have to do.”

“…”

Mason was unknowingly conflicted. The fear that she would crumble if she saw Shiana’s broken figure in her eyes, and at the same time, the duty of not being able to leave her unattended.

But she moved on.

The look of Sianna that you can tell from just one look at her that she’s not normal.

Mason sat down beside her at Isabella’s and covered her own mouth with her trembling hand.

Click.

The sound of Isabella opening her hinges was particularly loud. The cylinders of the two syringes shimmered in the faint light.

“Now, this is the antidote.”

Isabella pulled out her dark orange glowing needle and thrust it into Ciana’s swollen arm. The liquid in the cylinder was emptied in an instant.

After drawing the injection, Isabella handed Mason a small piece of cotton and an antiseptic bottle.

“Ruler. You know what to do?”

Receiving a clean cotton ball and a bottle of lukewarm disinfectant solution, which she received while suppressing her emotions, she slowly began disinfecting Shiana’s injection site. Siana’s arms are being caught. Her arm, which should have been warm, was lukewarm, putting her coldness right in her throat. Two tears began to flow down Mason’s cheeks as he wiped her slightly bloody marks with antiseptic solution.

“What if I cry from now on?”

Isabella reached out and stole her face. Mason didn’t even think to remove her hand. I just pressed the marks on her too fragile arm held in her hand with cotton.

“There will be more things to cry about in the future,”

Isabella’s hand wrapped around Mason as if comforting him.

“You have to get used to it. Is not it?”

Ignoring Isabella’s cynicism, Mason focused on Cianna. Soon, Cianna’s body trembled due to the effects of the antidote, but Mason couldn’t let go of her arm and continued to weep.

As Isabella said, it was time to become numb to her pain.

You have to hold on.

For Siana, not me.

This is something that could not have happened.

I’m being punished.

Hold on because you draw.

‘Cause I’ve been doing it for so long

After sending Mason away in her tears, Isabella was left alone in her room, looking down at Cianna.

She was Cyana, who was sleeping comfortably due to the effects of the antidote, but at first glance, her appearance was close to that of a corpse. Her chest rose and fell lightly, but it was a feeble movement, and her breath from the tip of her nose was very thin.

But even so, Siana was still beautiful.

It was a fact she would have gotten used to by now, but Isabella felt it again.

Her off-white hair was disheveled on her bed. The tightly closed eyes did not show the olive-colored jewel beneath them, but made it look like a masterpiece of an unsung artist.

The atmosphere in her dreamy room rather made her look even more mysterious.

“It is beautiful.”

Isabella murmured quietly. Naturally, she had no answer.

She felt like she shouldn’t be disturbing her sleep. It was to the point of feeling that this beauty, the figure that came into her eyes, should be left forever.

But Isabella pulled out a new injection from within her arms. The milky-colored medicine made small waves following its movement inside the cylinder.

“But…”

Isabella found Cianna’s neck and injected her with an injection. When she felt the tip of her needle gently pierce her flesh, she injected her medicine without hesitation.

“But you are the most beautiful when you are awake.”

Emerald eyes that were insensitive as if her soul had escaped from her self-hating eyes.

She finally stopped spitting out her curses and uttered her mouth for her own satisfaction.

Even if she cringes like a mimosa, her body sacrifices herself in agony in her pleasure.

And, even though she knows that she herself can’t get out of her pain forever, she can’t let go of her vain dream.

I want to see you

Even the shell that makes up you is very precious to me.

What I really want is you who I created.

The prettiest canary in my cage, the idea of ​​my unhappiness and desire.

Now, it’s time for you to destroy Mason.

How will we later meet the changed Mason?

And how will you react?

Isabella pulled out her empty syringe, placed Cianna’s head on her thigh, and gently wiped her neck. Cianna tossed and turned her body as the drug began to take effect again, but Isabella gently brushed her hair.

Like that.

Cianna was able to get out of the basement of her mansion.

It’s been a week since Mason started staying at the mansion.

“…”

Mason got out of bed with his eyes open.

She couldn’t remember exactly when she went to sleep and when she woke up. When she opened her eyes, the room was pitch-black, but when she heard the chirping, she saw a faint light through the curtains.

She had nothing else to do, so Mason hurriedly changed her clothes and went out. Unlike her other servants, she had no set wake up or bedtime. Late at night and early in the morning she was one of the few people allowed to wander around the mansion.

Of course, it was a responsibility far from a privilege.

Mason opened the door to the room next to her, a few steps away. Under the dim light, I saw Cyana lying on the bed.

Mason sat down in the little cot beside the bed, took her cold, dry hand, and whispered softly in her ear.

“… I’m here, Siana.”

It was stupid. There was no way she could hear her doing these things. All that could reach her, who was not properly conscious, was an even stronger drug.

But Mason didn’t stop saying hello every day.

“I miss you.”

Mason lied quietly.

What she wanted to see was Siana with her eyes open. She wanted to see her, who looked at herself clearly and thought of herself more than anyone else, even if she sometimes spat out her harsh words.

I’m not like this broken, former saint.

But she said hello to herself and to Siana, who might have been listening anyway.

Mason continued the story she was passing on to someone she didn’t know. Same thing to do yesterday and today. A regular meal and a walk out to bask in the sunlight that the person in question would not even feel drunk on.

And.

Mason reached out and cupped her hand near Cianna’s thigh. The dampness that had not been felt beyond the top of her blanket reached her fingertips.

“… Sorry. Were you uncomfortable?”

Still, Mason forced a friendly voice. At first, she couldn’t give her proper attention, she held on to the hem of her dress and cried, thinking of herself.