Luigi’s mother, the Countess, couldn’t concentrate at all on the tea party.
‘I bet Luigi is talking well with the Saintess?’
The Blanchett family sued the Countess. To be honest, suing them wouldn’t have done much damage to the Countess. The Countess was wealthy and had a decent amount of power.
‘But it would hurt our family’s reputation.’
As a family that was on the Golden Branch genealogy, they wanted to prevent their reputation from being damaged as much as possible.
‘If the Saintess helps Luigi, the Duke of Blanchett won’t be able to come forward anymore.’
At that time, the Marquis Felsis asked the Countess.
“Madam, you can’t concentrate on the tea party today. Is something wrong?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
The Countess, who couldn’t tell Luigi’s accident with her own mouth, mumbled. And then she stood up and said,
“But I’m not feeling well today, so I think we should end the tea party here.”
The other ladies around her nodded as well.
“Your complexion didn’t look good when I first saw you.”
“Your health is the most important. Should I send you some herbs to help you stay healthy?”
The ladies’ eyes, comforting the countess, sank coldly.
“Something must have happened because of the royal trial of the saint and the duchess.”
“I was looking forward to hearing new stories about the royal trial.”
The ladies were about to elegantly stand up. A loud, thumping sound of footsteps could be heard inside the count’s residence.
“Who on earth would make such rude footsteps?”
“Mother! Mother!”
The owner of those footsteps was the count’s only daughter, Luigi. The ladies exchanged glances with each other as they looked at Luigi.
‘The count and his wife raised him in luxury and were rumored to be arrogant.’
‘If you do well, you might hear news about the imperial trial.’
The countess jumped up with a surprised face.
“Luigi! There are guests here, what on earth are you doing?”
“Mother, that’s not important!”
“If that’s not important, then what is? This mother has repeatedly told us that we must follow etiquette no matter what… No, Luigi. Did you cry?”
The countess, who was about to scold Luigi, cupped Luigi’s cheeks with surprised eyes.
“Didn’t you go see the saint today, my child? What on earth happened that made you come back crying?”
“I’m so wronged.”
Luigi burst into tears at his mother’s affectionate voice.
“I only stepped forward for the saint. How could the saint do this to me?”
“The saint said something to you, and that’s it. Speak calmly.”
The countess wiped Luigi’s sobbing eyes with a handkerchief. Luigi whimpered, shedding tears like chicken poop.
“At first, the saintess said she would do anything for me. She understood my injustice and said she would help me as much as she could in court.”
“Well, that’s good. What’s there for you to cry about?”
“But it seems like the saintess doesn’t want to testify.”
“…What?”
The reason Luigi went to the saintess in a hurry was to get help with Duchess Blanchett’s lawsuit.
During that time, Luigi had been spreading rumors about Duchess Blanchett not only in front of Princess Diana but also in various places in high society. Of course, Luigi didn’t think she had done anything wrong. Because Luigi believed that she had only told the truth. However, Duchess Blanchett sued Luigi for maliciously spreading lies about Estelle.
And in order to prove Luigi’s innocence, the testimony of the saint who was credible and related was most necessary.
‘If only the saint had testified, the trial might not have been held at all.’
Of course, in a situation where he was mentioned as a suspect in the imperial trial, he might have been concerned about being tied up in another trial. However, Luigi was upset with the saint. And she was also afraid of Duchess Blanchett’s lawsuit.
“What should I do now? There’s no way that the duchess’s honor will be enough for the duchess.”
The countess calmly consoled her daughter.
“…Didn’t the saint tell you separately?”
“She said that if I’m innocent, I won’t be punished, so don’t worry too much. She said she’ll pray so that my truth can be conveyed to people…”
“Pray? Ha!”
The countess coughed, unable to contain her anger.
“You said you’d give me any help you could, and now you’re dragging your feet like that?”
The countess, who had been biting her lips because she couldn’t stand the anger, only then noticed the presence of the other ladies behind her.
“I’m sorry. Could you please step aside?”
“Oh, of course.”
“I hope things work out well.”
The ladies nodded as if they hadn’t heard anything and stepped aside.
One lady who was leaving the count’s residence surreptitiously let slip a word.
“I feel bad for Lady Luigi. Lady Luigi loved the saint so much.”
“That’s true. If what Lady Luigi said is true, the saint must be really disappointed.”
“Honestly, she behaves in a way that doesn’t befit her status as a saint. Maybe the rumor that she harbors an inferiority complex toward Duchess Blanchett is true.”
The ladies who had been whispering among themselves got into the family carriage and returned.
One of the ladies got into the carriage and politely greeted the first passenger.
“I’m here to greet you, Duke Blanchet.”
“There’s no need to greet me like that.”
John sat with his legs crossed and asked the lady.
“What’s the mood like at the Count’s?”
“The Duke’s plan has completely hit the mark. It seems that the Saint and Lady Luigi have completely broken up.”
From the beginning, John had not intended to sue the Count for insulting Estelle.
‘That’s too weak.’
It’s the price for daring to tarnish my wife’s honor, so he couldn’t just sue her. He couldn’t leave the Saint, who was pretending to be unrelated, alone.
“The reactions of the other ladies there were also good. They all seem to be suspicious of the Saint’s true identity. If things continue like this, they won’t be able to change public opinion in the Holy Land.”
“You already did that and missed out on Mireyu’s work.”
“That’s…”
The lady bowed her head. John slightly nodded his chin while looking at the lady.
“I’m not saying that you should blame yourself. I didn’t know that public opinion about Mireyu would suddenly change like that.”
In the past, John had tried to completely bring down the saintess using the situation that was revealed at Mireyu’s wedding as an excuse. To be honest, it wasn’t that difficult.
The wound that the saintess had treated was fake, as revealed by Mireyu herself.
It would have been perfect for people to find fault with the saintess’ treatment itself and kick her out.
‘The story flowed like the saintess was pitiful.’
The saintess lying about Mireyu’s pregnancy was the same. Most people thought well of the saintess being fooled by Mireyu.
‘Does it make sense that the saint was fooled by an ordinary Mireyu who was nothing to begin with?’
Of course, Mireyu, who was a key figure, suddenly died, but public opinion was suspiciously favorable to the saint.
‘As if she were using some kind of power.’
John said while looking at the noblewoman.
“In the future, keep an eye on the saint’s activities. Report any suspicious behavior without fail.”
The noblewoman nodded nervously, then said as if she had just remembered something.
“Now that I think about it, one of the noble ladies the saint invited last time left a strange comment.”
“Strange comment?”
“Yes. Saint Stella said that she had never been outside the temple except when she was young, but she said she knew the Sephiroth Coast very well.”
John’s red eyes were filled with an eerie murderous look.
“You know a lot about the Sephiroth Coast?”
The Sephiroth Coast is an island where nobles often visit. The closed kingdom was far from the Sephiroth coast.
“That’s interesting.”
Suddenly, John thought of what Saint Stella had said in passing.
‘I can’t tell you the truth, but I was also a lady of a noble family.’
‘Is this a trap to deceive me?’
* * *
She didn’t have much time to be alone because of the imperial trial. But John was out of the room right now.
“Then I’ll start now.”
She tore the part of the tapestry that said [Isidore] once again. With a thud, the tapestry was torn, but nothing came up like before.
“Tree, this was supposed to be a one-time thing…”
At that moment, she felt a strange energy rippling in her hand.
‘Is this the power of the fairies?’
A fresh and gentle breeze somehow enveloped the torn tapestry.
Her vision blurred for a moment, and then she saw a very large and huge tree beyond.
“Somehow, this tree feels familiar.”
She scratched her cheek and approached the tree.
A man was sitting with his back against the tree. His shiny platinum hair reached down to his waist. He gave off the vibe of a noble hunter. But more importantly.
‘That man, he’s a fairy.’
At that moment, she clearly understood why the black vines had noticed that she was a fairy as soon as they saw her. It wasn’t just because she looked more beautiful than a human. Fairies had a unique atmosphere that only fairies had.
Whisper-
The wind blew and leaves fell from the tree. As soon as she got close, the man who had his eyes closed as if he was asleep slowly opened them.
The man had blue eyes.
“Fairy?”
His voice was deep as if he had just woken up. It was my first time meeting a living fairy, so she felt awkward and nervous.
“I’m Estelle. What is your name?”
“My name is Isidor.”
“Isidor?”
The name of the fairy man sealed in the black vine was also Isidor.
‘If Isidor isn’t an incredibly common name for fairies…’
Isidor saw her expression and said, pushing back his long, platinum-blond hair.
“You must have met me outside.”
“Ah, yes. To be exact, I met you when you had turned into a black vine. You had clearly disappeared…”
Then, Isidor’s blue eyes filled with sadness.
“Did I disappear? Did I disappear well?”
“Oh, that’s it.”
“Judging by your reaction, I seem to have died cleanly. You don’t need to feel guilty. I would rather die than continue living in a dirty state.”
Isidor spoke in a much more relieved voice.
“Then what is the you in front of me here?”
“I am a record left for the last fairy who might survive. Since there are no fairies left in the world, there would be no way to survive.”
Isidor held out his hand to me as he said that.
“Anyway, let’s see what kind of child the last fairy’s descendant is. Can I give you my hand?”
She held out her hand without thinking. Isidor’s face, who was holding my hand, suddenly distorted.
“What is this?”
“Why, why? Are you really that serious?”
“You, by any chance…”
Isidor’s blue eyes were serious.
“Have you ever kissed?”
Her cheeks turned red.
“T-Why all of a sudden!”
“With what kind of mold?”
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