Yestella looked at John passionately with her clear blue eyes.
‘The look in your eyes is like meeting a long-lost lover.’
Yestella soon shyly lowered her long eyelashes and hid behind the male priest again. The priest in front of Yestella opened his mouth on her behalf.
“She is shy because she is not used to being outside. Please be considerate.”
She took a good look at Yestella’s innocent face.
‘I didn’t see anything wrong.’
No matter how you look at it, she was Yestella Libertan. Long blonde hair like flowing honey, facial features as clear and innocent as the morning sunlight, and a noble appearance like a princess in a tower. She was just as she had seen her in her dream.
‘Is this what the dream meant?’
Yestella Libertan, whom she thought was dead, was alive.
‘How is she alive?’
It was something she had never thought of.
‘Did the Duke and Duchess of Libertan deceive me?’
But the grief of the Duke and Duchess of Libertan over losing their daughter was real.
‘What bothers me more than anything.’
She looked at the reactions of those around her. No one seemed to be able to recall Yestella from the saint’s face.
‘That’s not a normal reaction.’
They all have seen the portrait of Yestella in her childhood. They have a similar appearance and even a similar name.
‘How can I be the only one who recognizes this?’
She thought of several situations.
‘Or maybe I’m overreacting right now.’
At that time, Saint Yestella pulled on her priest’s sleeve and whispered softly to the priest.
“I guess I came here for no reason.”
So much so that no one here could hear it.
“Where is that, saintess? Everyone is welcoming the saint.”
“But they seem to be uncomfortable with me.”
Yestella’s sullen eyes passed her by. Then everyone, including the priest, looked at her face.
‘Is she really as shy as the priest said?’
The moment she tried to answer with a smile.
“I did find a priest.”
John answered before her.
“Estelle’s body is weak, so I think a high-ranking priest will have to come.”
His attitude was to completely ignore what the saintly woman had just said. The saintess’s expression brightened at John’s answer.
“Duke Blanchett is very kind.”
Yestella covered her mouth and laughed bitterly.
“Perhaps it was a call of fate that brought me to the Blanchett family.”
“Is it?”
John tilted his head as if he had no idea.
“I feel uncomfortable having a saint come to my house.”
“Yes?”
“Wasn’t that what you just said for me to hear?”
Yestella blinked her eyes wide and pulled at the sleeve of her priest, not knowing what to do.
“B-Berto…”
“It’s okay, saint. I will solve it.”
Priest Berto answered John politely.
“Didn’t Duke Blanchett ask us to treat the Duchess? It would be difficult if you did this to the saint.”
“I find your reaction funny.”
“What on earth is the problem-”
“Shall I point out everything one by one?”
John twisted his mouth and smiled.
“What I did was not a favor, it was a deal. To put it bluntly, it was an order and a threat.”
“…”
“Isn’t it funny to say something like that out loud and hope it won’t be heard?”
“…”
“It would be difficult if you offend me any further.”
Priest Berto trembled his mouth and clenched his fists. However, Priest Berto apologized to John on behalf of the saint.
“Sorry. This is the first time the saint has visited a noble family, so it seems there was a misunderstanding. We will act with a little more caution on our part.”
“There will be no next time.”
John picked her up and entered the mansion.
‘Can I go in like this?’
She heard Yestella said, ‘I’m fine, I should have acted more to please the Duke…’
To be honest, she could see why the temple was not convinced.
‘In my opinion, John’s behavior was a bit excessive.’
She was surprised to see the saintess as Yestella, but she didn’t do anything wrong. If done incorrectly, there could even be a rumor going around that Blanchett mistreated the saintly daughter, who was invited by the duchy.
She looked up at John and asked.
“John. Did you feel very uncomfortable because of the priests?”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t think you would normally be that harsh.”
Instead of answering, John looked at her blankly and asked.
“Are you okay?”
“Me?”
“I wasn’t very uncomfortable. But I sensed you were uncomfortable.”
She tried to hide her embarrassment as much as possible, but it seemed she couldn’t even hide it from John who was nearby.
“Besides, she strangely seemed to ignore you first, like a saint, and she only greeted me.”
It’s something that could be overlooked lightly. As was the case with Count Hettel, she was not a noble woman. Any normal person would have overlooked her.
‘But they didn’t hand over John…’
He came forward and warned the saint and the temple. At that moment, she realized that she had been feeling uneasy from the moment she saw the saint.
“In times like this, it’s better for me to step forward rather than for you to step forward. There are a lot of things I can do about.”
The red eyes that met her gently curved.
“So, if the saint makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable, tell me. Understand?”
She didn’t say it wasn’t uncomfortable or that it didn’t have to be like this. Twisting her tickling fingers, she whispered softly to him.
“…thank you.”
* * *
The treatment took place in her room. The saint seemed to have listened to John’s warning very carefully and acted more cautiously. After removing her bandages and checking her wounds, Yestella lowered her eyebrows and made a sad expression.
“Oh my. You hurt your ankle badly. What happened…”
Looking at the wound on her ankle, she was amazed. Before coming up to the Duke’s residence, she carefully asked about the wound on her ankle.
‘You got hurt because you hit the bedpost in my sleep.’
‘I hit it that hard?’
‘Your sleeping habits were worse than expected.’
To be honest, it was very embarrassing to hear about my sleeping habits, but it paid off. Because she could tell that it was different from the scars she got from Libertan.
“It just so happened that it happened like that.”
“Luckily, I think I can heal you with divine power.”
Yestella, with a gentle smile, wrapped her arms around her ankles. White energy came out of Yestella’s hand and seeped into the ankle.
‘It’s really easy to treat.’
Her swollen ankle began to heal quickly.
“And…”
For some reason, just coming into contact with it felt warm and familiar, and it made her feel good. Yestella removed her hand and took a deep breath as if she was struggling. Long eyelashes fluttered.
‘Is it difficult?’
But despite all that, she didn’t break out in a cold sweat. The priests around her glanced at her and took care of Stella.
“Saint. Aren’t you overdoing it?”
“You’re right. Wasn’t there a time when she collapsed while performing miracles of healing?”
Yestella wiped her eyes with the handkerchief provided by her priest.
“This much is okay.”
“…Saint…”
“As a saint, this is what I have to do.”
After reassuring the priests, Yestella smiled brightly at John.
“Now, will Duke Blanchett sit in front of me?”
John’s gaze became sharp.
“Are you talking about me?”
“Yes. I thought it would be good for Duke Blanchett to receive my treatment as well.”
Yestella answered obliquely with her neat face.
“Even if there is nothing wrong with your body, it is good to receive treatment using divine power. There’s no harm in checking in advance.”
“…”
“You don’t have to think about it being difficult. If you hold my hands, I can do it right away.”
John crossed his arms and looked at Yestella without answering. At that time, Priest Berto intervened, holding Yestella’s shoulder.
“Saint Yestella’s healing abilities are the greatest within the temple. She possesses divine power that overwhelms that of most cardinals.”
“So, get treatment?”
“There will be nothing for Duke Blanchett to worry about. Perhaps the saint is trying to relieve him of the discomfort he just felt. Isn’t that right?”
Yestella nodded her head in response to Priest Berto’s question.
“Yes. Maybe it’s because I made a mistake just now, but for some reason…”
Yestella, who seemed to be thinking, lowered her long eyelashes faintly.
“I felt a deep wound inside Duke Blanchett.”
“That’s what I meant.”
Priest Berto looked at her with admiration.
“What do you think, Duchess Blanchett? Don’t you think it would be good for her to treat your husband too?”
Somehow, she felt like the situation from before was repeating itself.
‘It’s for treatment.’
If she refused, evil rumors might spread that she was jealous of the saint she was trying to cure. But she felt bad.
“Shouldn’t we ask the person concerned rather than just think about it myself?”
Then.
“But if you tell me-”
Then John rubbed his temples and softly asked the saint.
“Rather than that, is my wife’s treatment now complete?”
“Yes. It’s all over.”
“Aside from your ankles, is there anything else that hurts? How exactly did she treat it?”
Yestella’s mouth trembled at John’s cold words.
“Isn’t it common sense to take care of the patient in front of you more than examining other person?”
“The saint may not have said anything, but she just didn’t tell you because she finished treating the Duchess just now.”
“Are you even a saint?”
John crossed his legs in an overbearing manner and asked Priest Berto. Priest Berto also kept his mouth shut, as if he had nothing to say. Only then did Yestella look at her with a pitifully sad smile.
“It was my first time treating someone who was not a believer, so I made a mistake. It’s because I lack discipline. Are you very uncomfortable?”
Since the treatment was over anyway, she could move on. But she hated it the second time.
“Yes, it was uncomfortable.”
“…yes?”
“As the saint said, you seem to lack discipline. My husband is not angry for no reason.”
She smiled brightly at Yestella.
“I can let it go, but if other noble ladies hear about it, big trouble might happen.”
Yestella reacted as if she had heard a verbal abuse from her.
“I-I can’t do that, I’m sorry. I never thought it would be that uncomfortable…”
A slight moisture appeared in Yestella’s lowered eyes. As the priests nearby were about to react in horror to the precious saint’s reaction, she pretended not to know anything and asked.
“Saint. Are you going to cry now?”
“Oh, I…”
“Ah. You were so grateful to me that you cried.”
She clapped her hands in small exclamation.
“As expected, the saintess has a noble character. But she doesn’t have to be too grateful.”
Priest Berto told her.
“Duchess, isn’t the saint having a hard time?”
“You says the saint is having a hard time? Priest Berto misunderstands the saint.”
Priest Berto reacted as if it was absurd.
“What is that-”
“There is no way that someone who has been given difficult advice by a noble will cry in trouble.”
Priest Berto, who was representing Yestella, swallowed his saliva.
“That…”
“From generation to generation, the saint has been so merciful, it is said in the Bible, that she sheds tears only for the suffering of others and for her gratitude to God.”
Yestella looked blankly at her, smiling brightly.
“Saint. It’s true that Priest Berto misunderstood, right?”
Yestella quietly glanced sideways at Priest Berto and opened her mouth with difficulty.
“…Yes, that’s right.”
Priest Berto’s face distorted. But Yestella’s words did not change.
“It was just tears of gratitude for the lady.”
John, who was quietly watching the situation, laughed.
“Ha.”
John’s murderous eyes turned towards Priest Berto.
“I said you wouldn’t cause any inconvenience.”
“…”
“You overinterpret things as you please and even push my wife around.”
Priest Berto became thoughtful and tried to make an excuse.
“It’s just for the sake of the saint-”
“Then it’s because she’s a saint?”
A mere priest couldn’t use the saint as his shield.
“…no.”
“So what should you do?”
John stood up gracefully and asked Yestella behind the priest Berto.
“How does the saint think he should take responsibility for this?”
Yestella’s eyes trembled as if she couldn’t believe it. Priest Berto looked to the saint as her lifeline.
“Saint…!”
Yestella slowly touched her pink lips.
“I…”
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