Chapter 55 - Misfortune
The Northern Empire was quite different from the Holy Empire, which was in the middle of the continent.
“It’s a bit chilly.”
“Yeah, it’s still summer in Vios.”
Thanks to the system inside the Imperial City, I didn’t feel cold, but people from the south were more susceptible to the weather. Not me! Most Koreans were good at dealing with heat and cold waves.
“Achoo!” Alas, my body wasn’t Korean. I’m weak…
“How annoying. To think I’d be defeated by the cold…”
The temperature wasn’t even below zero! My cheeks and nose were red, and I had my fists balled at my sides.
Luciana laughed, “That’s why I told you to wear your coat properly.” She put on the white marten coat that I said I wouldn’t wear because it wasn’t cold outside. How upsetting.
“But I used to play around even in this weather!”
“Yes, of course. But you’re a precious person and you need to keep warm.”
“Because I’m the saintess?” I asked, pouting a little.
Luciana laughed again, “No, because you’re precious to me.”
I giggled as Luciana petted my head. It was nice to receive attention from someone I liked.
“How about we end our walk here?” she asked.
I looked around the garden and nodded, “I want to see Daddy.”
“His Majesty is quite busy.”
“Hmph,” I frowned.
“Do you like him that much?” asked Luciana.
“Aren’t you scared of him?”
“Not at all.”
“Yes, yes,” she said insincerely. It was clear that she didn’t believe me.
There was normally no reason to be scared of Miltiades. But it would be a different story if he went crazy.
‘…That won’t happen.’
“Where’s the sense in this? He’s naming a child of unknown origin as the princess!” a loud voice rang out, and Luciana and I turned towards the direction where it came from. A man with dark blue hair was shouting, “I cannot accept this! Isn’t this the same thing as letting the stooge of the Holy Empire take the throne?”
Shocked, Luciana tried to cover my ears. I grabbed her hands and kept listening to the man.
“I agree with Duke Ravenhook’s claim! What was His Majesty thinking?”
“That’s what I’m saying. He left his spot when the beasts were raging, and now he has brought the saintess.”
“Do you think he made a deal with the Holy Empire…?” the half a dozen or so nobles fell into a surprised silence.
“Why are you so shocked? Think about it: We haven’t seen a saintess in three thousand years, and suddenly one appears. There’s something fishy going on here.”
“So, what you’re trying to say is…”
“Is she really the saintess?”
I really was the saintess. And I didn’t get mad because it was easy to prove myself. I was just curious: Why were they having this conversation in a place where they would easily be overheard? Were they looking for attention? Did they actually want me to hear them?
“I feel like they just brought in some dumb child and started calling her the saintess.”
Despite feeling embarrassed by the blasphemous claim, no one openly opposed it. Meanwhile, the real problem was next to me.
“Calm…calm down, Luci!” I grabbed hold of her legs quickly before she could do anything rash.
“Let go, saintess. You’re a good kid, right?” Luciana smiled brightly at me, but her eyes weren’t smiling. It was clear that she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Luci, are you mad?”
“Not mad; this is an appropriate amount of rage—not as a member of the Holy Empire, but as your servant.”
“So you’re mad.”
Luciana smiled brightly at me, and I smiled back.
“You can’t do this,” I said.
“You should only be showing me what’s good and kind.”
At my words, Luciana deflated like a balloon.
“Saintess…” Luciana took a step back. I smiled in relief.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be the one to screw them over,” I reassured her. Did she really think I would just let this go?
Our argument attracted the nobles’ attention, and they were now looking at me. If I followed the rules of nobility, I should ignore what they said, as if it was just a funny story. But if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.
I looked straight at the man who was talking rot about me. He made a face in response, “It seems that you haven’t learned your manners, eavesdropping on other people’s conversation like that.”
“What? I only overheard it because my hearing is perfectly fine,” I turned to look at Luciana. “Luci, did I do something wrong?”
“Absolutely not, Saintess.”
“Did you hear that?” I beamed proudly, staring right at the man. His ugly face crumbled. Then I asked, “Did your father die when he was thirty?”
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