Ch 2. An intruder in the confessional
Belladonna, who overnight became the Pope’s daughter and a saint praised by everyone, had two concerns.
First, should she reveal to the world that she has a voice?
The answer is no. It was a resounding no.
‘How in the earth am i going to do that….?’
Bella Donna was lost in her thoughts as she walked through the gardens of the Papal Palace, looking down at her empty hands.
In her previous life, she had seen the saint Heals a paralyzed person, although she was very far away.
The saint, who had been trying her best to stand on tiptoe among the gathered people, placed her hand on the leg of the man who was sitting down in front of her, and then quietly closed her eyes.
‘…….Then a blue light came out of her hand, and the man opened his eyes wide and seemed to jump out of his seat.’
Belladonna, recalling her memories, closed her eyes once again and focused all her energy on her fingertips.
YAH……!
“………”
But as expected, nothing happened.
As of now, it was clear that she had no Holy Power.
‘Maybe this has something to do with my soul.’
The saint lost her voice and gained holy powers, so it was natural that she, who had her voice intact and whose soul had changed, would not have holy powers.
So, she couldn’t hastily reveal to anyone that she had a voice.
‘If they test my strength…..’
“Saint Belladonna. Today, several believers visited the saint.”
At that time, someone’s voice was heard from behind her.
Bella quickly lowered her hand and turned her head. A priest who had not yet lost his youth was seen with red cheeks.
Belladonna smiled silently and nodded.
The priest looked at her beautiful smile with ecstasy, then bowed deeply, and turned around.
In front of the entrance to the Confessional visible in the distance, many people were seen waiting.
Why do people in this world have so many secrets?
Belladonna stood still and began to think about what to think about today and how to get through the day. Today, rather than the floor, should I count the patterns on the ceiling one by one…..?
“Saint Belladonna? can you trust her?”
At that time, a low voice began to sound from somewhere.
huh? Belladonna slowly turned her head.
Under a large cedar tree, two high-ranking nobles were standing close together, having a secret conversation.
Because the tree was blocking the view, they seemed hidden from view.
“Oh, of course she’s trustworthy! She is the one chosen by God. She is called the Saint of Astanya!”
The man across from me spoke a little louder.
Oh, They were talking about me.
If I had left rashly, I could have been found standing here.
Belladonna held her breath and quietly hid her body behind a tree.
“No anyway….What if her Holy power later disappeared and she regained her voice and revealed everyone’s secrets?”
The other man exhaled cautiously.
Bella, who was listening to their conversation, quietly let out a sigh.
If you feel uncomfortable, get out of here!
“Hahaha, the reason why Saint Belladonna is revered as a saint is because she keeps everyone’s secrets very tightly. She can’t reveal our secrets freely.”
The man in front smiled.
“Don’t you know that those chosen by God cannot do anything that harms people? Promises made to God must be kept until the end of life.”
“That…..but…..”
“The saint will take our secrets to her grave. furthermore….”
The man looked around for a moment, then lowered his voice and spoke.
“……Well, she’s not the Pope’s biological daughter. Just take it easy.”
“Kuh, kuh……”
“We just need to receive the grace, comfort, consolation, and wisdom that God gives us through the saint.”
“Grace and comfort….Comfort and wisdom…..”
The man who spoke first was lost in thought, fiddling with his mustache.
“good! Please put my name on the confessional list. I have so many things I need to tell her!”
“Good thinking, Baron!”
That man was a baron.
Belladonna, who was hiding behind a tree, let out a small sigh of her own.
In any case, Saint Belladonna seemed to have brought great comfort and solace to her people by listening to thier confession. She recalled how, in her previous life, she too had loved such a saint.
So, now she couldn’t disappoint people by revealing that she had her own voice.
‘At least i shouldn’t do anything that will tarnish the saint’s reputation.’
After the current Pope took office, the saint’s holy power was used only for a few imperial events a year, such as the Emperor’s birthday or Christmas Day.
Fortunately, there are no events scheduled for the time being, so there will be less worry about being caught….
Behind the tree that day, Bella decided that she would keep it a secret that she knew how to speak.
The next thing she had been constantly thinking about was as follows.
Should I look for the poor farmer’s daughter from my previous life? She must have already died…..
“Saint, you must meet the believers today as well.”
“………”
“Saint, today we have a meeting with priests.”
“………”
“Saint, you must attend the required service this morning, and a banquet is prepared for you in the afternoon.”
“……….”
But…..
‘Saint Belladonna is too busy!’
Belladonna couldn’t find any personal time.
She lowered her head and pulled at her lovely silver hair.
‘But I can’t hastily tell someone that I want to find the farmer’s daughter…’
She thought she would have to put off looking for herself in her previous life for a while.
“Saint, Today you are having lunch with the Pope.”
At the priest’s calm voice, Belladonna, who had been scrunching up her face, quickly raised her head.
Look how busy is she….
She forced a smile and slowly nodded her head.
Then, the priest who had not left the room until then hesitated and opened his mouth.
“I….. I think it will be difficult for me to take you to the restaurant today. Suddenly, the class time between the priests was postponed…i’m sorry, Saint.”
What kind of child am I? I go to the restaurant three times a day…
Bella also made her smile, raising the corners of her mouth once again to show that she was okay. Seeing her warm smile, the priest sighed with a happy look on his face, bowed his back, and left her room.
As soon as the priest left, Belladonna turned her head and looked at her watch.
‘I have about 20 minutes.’
She slowly raised her body.
Rather than going through the long hallway, she planned to go out of the building and follow the large, winding path to the dining room.
The road that turns around to the west of the Vatican building was a road only allowed to the Pope and saints, with priests and believers not being able to enter.
Belladonna was walking slowly and hoped that the Pope had a busy schedule at this time.
When the Pope wasn’t around, at least I could hum a little song on the way…
‘The Pope must have already arrived at the restaurant…..’
Belladonna came down the stairs and entered the west side of the confession chair building, looking carefully in front, behind, and on both sides to see if anyone was there.
“……….”
There seemed to be no one on the road, only the slightest sound of wind.
Yeah, there’s no way there’s anyone in the off-limits area!
Belladonna was relieved and walked slowly. Once on her way, she lifted her head, opened her mouth, and let out a deep sigh of her own.
“Haaaaa…….”
Compared to the time when I worked all day long in the scorching sun without any shade and fell asleep shivering while clutching my hungry stomach without even getting a proper meal, my current life was much more abundant and satisfying.
At least here, cool shade, a delicious meal, and a warm bed were guaranteed.
“….And if the problem is that life is a little boring.”
Belladonna mumbled very softly and smiled.
It had only been half a year since she lived as a saint, and she was worried about not having enough, and it was because she was making fun of herself.
Yes, even if she is like this, where does she live? Belladonna nodded.
What if she is forced to not speak, what if her freedom is suppressed!
What if she lived with everyone’s heavy secrets in her heart?
Isn’t she so wonderful that her past life can’t even be compared?
Feeling better, she closed her mouth and began to hum softly.
“Hmmmm….hmmmm…..”
It was a work song that sometimes, when people got too tired from farming, one of the farmers would start singing it while straightening their backs and looking up at the sky.
No matter who started this song, it quickly spread like an epidemic and before we knew it, it had become everyone’s favorite song.
“Hmmm….in the sky…..i hope a good harvest…..”
Was it because I was too excited?
Without realizing it, Bella was very engrossed in the song that She even frowned and started reciting it lyrics.
What are the next lyrics? Was it a bird flying, or was it harvesting grain..
“Beautiful little bird….your day….Ahh!!”
Belladonna, who had been singing a small work song, suddenly screamed.
Surprised by her own voice, she covered her mouth with both hands.
Otherwise, she could have let out a longer, louder scream.
“…….”
She opened her eyes wide and completely froze.
Under the shade of the tree that had been staring at her without thinking, a large man was lying with his arms crossed around his body and his eyes closed.
‘Wh-whatvis that?’
Belladonna thought as she touched her pounding heart.
‘Who-who is that? How on earth did he get in here?’
…..Could it be that he heard my voice?
After standing still for a moment, she slowly walked towards the lying man.
“……..”
Even though she suddenly screamed a moment ago, the man did not wake up and did not move from his lying position.
‘Are you sleeping or dead?’
Bronze skin and a pointed nose. A manly, sharp jawline and enormous physique.
He was a man who looked relaxed and relaxed, but also gave off a somewhat dangerous vibe.
I see that the body is in very good shape and has a strangely rough feel…is he a mercenary?
There was no way that priests or believers could enter this place, even going against the rules. This man clearly seemed to be an outsider with no connection to the Vatican.
Belladonna couldn’t get closer and looked around at him, but then she suddenly turned around and started running away.
His eyes are closed anyway.
Even if he heard my voice in his sleep, he wouldn’t be able to guess that I was the saint.
She ran up to the dining room where the Pope would be waiting, praying to God that the intruder would not wake up.
Please…… Please……!!
