Turning her head, she saw Timothy waving at her with a young child.
Timothy…!
With a feeling of pure joy, regret for the upcoming farewell, and somehow an apologetic mood, Belladonna smiled at him.
Though she wanted to bid farewell to everything in the Papal State as soon as possible, it seemed that some priests she had become close with would remain in her heart for a long time.
“Tina, you should greet the Saint quickly.”
At that moment, Timothy lowered his head and gently spoke while swaying the hand of the tiny girl beside him back and forth.
Huh?
Belladonna turned to the girl called Tina.
A child with the same color hair and eyes as Timothy was looking up at her with large eyes.
A little Timothy, so cute! Is she Timothy’s younger sister?
“Ah, hello…”
Timothy brought Tina, who was mumbling a greeting, a little closer.
Belladonna crouched down in front of the child and gave her a bright smile. Hello, Tina?
The child’s eyes widened slightly upon seeing her smile, and soon both cheeks turned red.
That appearance also seemed exactly like Timothy’s, and Belladonna burst into laughter again.
“This is my younger sister, Tina.”
I can see that!
Belladonna nodded as she looked up at Timothy.
It seemed that if Tina were to get lost in the Papal State, anyone would immediately bring her to Timothy.
Timothy, who was looking down at his sister with a face full of love, raised his head and asked.
“Saint! On the way here, I saw a portal erected in the garden, are you leaving now?”
A portal was erected?
It seemed Escalion had installed a portal heading to Griblata.
Even so, to proceed this quickly, was he always this swift in execution?
“It’s so disappointing that you’re leaving so suddenly. Of course, the birthday celebration is over and you need to fulfill your role as the mistress of Griblata, so it’s right for you to return anytime, but…”
Timothy mumbled while furrowing his brows.
Tina could be seen staring up at her brother.
Belladonna also made a regretful face as she straightened her bent knees and stood up.
She lightly patted Timothy’s slumped shoulders and inwardly recited.
‘Thank you so much, Timothy.’
For always being kind, for always trying to help, for secretly being considerate and caring.
Timothy smiled softly as if he had sensed her intentions.
“Please take care on your journey. God will always be with you. You’ll come to Astanya again, right?”
Knowing it was a promise she couldn’t keep, Belladonna nodded nonetheless.
It was just very regrettable that a priest like Timothy, who truly loved God, was under the Pope.
After making eye contact with him to say goodbye, Belladonna lowered her head and waved to Tina.
Goodbye Tina! I hope we can meet again.
“I came to see the Pope.”
At that moment, Tina, who had been quietly looking up at her, blurted out.
Huh? The Pope?
“The Pope called for me.”
Tina said in a slow but clear pronunciation.
The Pope called for Tina? Why…?
When she turned to Timothy with a puzzled face, he smiled as if helpless and said.
“Oh my, our Tina said something unnecessary. She must be so proud of seeing the Pope today.”
Timothy raised Tina’s hand.
“Let’s go, Tina! To see the Pope you wanted to meet so badly.”
Tina nodded.
Timothy gave Belladonna a final eye greeting before turning his steps towards the direction of the Pope’s office.
Belladonna, watching the siblings’ retreating backs, impulsively reached out her hand. W-wait a moment…!
Timothy, whose clothes were grabbed by her, turned his head with a puzzled face.
“Saint? Do you have something to say…?”
Belladonna hurriedly gestured towards where the Papal State was.
Why…? What on earth did the Pope call Tina for?
Though she couldn’t understand the reason, she had a bad feeling. Why would the Pope call such a young child?
“Ah, you mean why the Pope called our Tina?”
Belladonna nodded. Yes, that! As expected, sharp-witted Timothy!
Timothy rolled his eyes for a moment as if pondering, then turned to face her.
“It’s not a confirmed matter yet, so I’m hesitant to speak about it… But I’ll tell you specially, Saint.”
Timothy said as he let go of Tina’s hand he was holding.
“Tina, would you play over there for a moment? I need to have a very important conversation with the Saint.”
“Okay.”
Tina nodded and approached a display case placed on one side of the corridor.
The child slowly looked around, then stood on tiptoes and reached for a vase placed on top of the display case.
Her small, chubby fingers could be seen touching the flower petals drooping outside the vase.
“Actually, our Tina… seems to have a special talent.”
A special talent?
Belladonna turned her gaze from Tina to Timothy.
“A few days ago, Tina fell seriously ill. She had always been healthy without ever getting sick since birth, but recently her fever rose high, worrying everyone.”
“…”
“We called a doctor and brought in all kinds of foods good for the body, and barely managed to bring down the fever, but after she recovered, we could tell Tina had become a bit strange.”
Crash!
At that moment, the sound of something sharp falling and shattering on the floor was heard.
Belladonna and Timothy turned their heads in surprise at the same time.
“Tina!”
Timothy, who confirmed Tina standing in front of the broken vase, called out her name and ran over.
“…Brother.”
Around Tina, who was standing still, fragments of the vase that had fallen and shattered from the display case were scattered here and there.
It seemed she had accidentally dropped it while trying to touch something too high up.
‘Blood…!’
Belladonna belatedly ran over to them, watching the drops of blood falling from Tina’s palm onto the floor.
Whether cut by a sharp fragment, the child’s left palm was completely stained with blood.
“Tina, are you okay? Didn’t I tell you not to touch anything that looks dangerous!”
Timothy knelt in front of Tina and examined her here and there.
Tina, being shaken back and forth by Timothy, was staring blankly at her brother without shedding tears.
“Are you hurt anywhere else? Is blood coming only from your palm? Anything strange?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Hah…”
Timothy hung his head low.
I-I should treat the wound…!
‘But I’ve lost my holy power…’
Belladonna looked down at Tina with a troubled face.
Timothy, who had been looking down at the vase fragments for a moment, raised his head.
“Saint, I’m sorry. Could you watch Tina for a moment? I need to call someone to clean this up. Ah, you don’t have to heal Tina. It’s not a big wound.”
Belladonna nodded as she pulled Tina towards her.
Although Timothy said healing power wasn’t necessary, she felt regretful for losing her holy power at a time like this.
Even the smallest wound would heal quickly if healing power was used… Moreover, this level wouldn’t be too much of a strain on life force.
“Thank you. Tina, I’ll be right back.”
Timothy straightened his bent knees and stood up.
As he left to call someone, Belladonna looked down at Tina.
‘But this child…’
Tina was still looking down at her bleeding palm with an indifferent expression.
She’s not crying…?
For a normal young child, it wouldn’t be strange at all to burst into tears from the pain of the wound, or from being startled by the red blood flowing out.
But such a composed appearance…
“Saint.”
At that moment, the child spoke first.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
It… doesn’t hurt?
As Belladonna was pondering Tina’s words, the child raised her uninjured hand and placed it on top of her blood-covered left hand.
“And I feel like I know how to make this wound disappear. Though my brother told me not to.”
Belladonna frowned unknowingly as she listened to the child’s words.
Wait a moment, could it be…?
“I can do it, but I won’t do it now. The Pope wanted to know if I really have this ability. So I’ll do it later.”
“…!”
What…?
At the same time, Timothy appeared, leading some priests.
Belladonna felt her head spin as she watched Timothy pick up Tina, and the priests start to clean up the broken fragments and wipe the floor.
“Saint, I’m sorry for showing you this scene just as you’re about to leave.”
Timothy said as he wrapped Tina’s hand with cloth.
“As you can see, my sister has ended up like this… I think I’ll have to leave first.”
Belladonna quickly collected herself and waved her hand at him with a smile to indicate it was alright. Go ahead!
Timothy bowed deeply to Belladonna while holding Tina.
Belladonna quietly watched as he turned and walked away.
Could it be… Is she talking about healing power?
As she stared at the corridor where they had disappeared, an uneasy feeling continued to rise.
Then, is this a case of gaining holy power after a fever? If so, what Tina lost instead of holy power is…
Did she become unable to feel pain?
Belladonna bit her lower lip with a frown.
At first glance, one might think being unable to feel pain or hurt is a blessing, but it posed considerable danger to the body.
Even the tiniest wound, if not treated in time due to not feeling pain, could become severely infected.
Even internal injuries, if not properly noticed, could worsen and lead to death.
If Pope Pronance realized faster than others that Tina had holy power… If that’s the case…
“Bella.”
Just then, as thoughts were connecting one after another, a low voice was heard from the front.
Belladonna quickly came to her senses and raised her head.
With dazzling sunlight at his back, Escalion in knight’s attire was holding out his hand to her.
“What were you thinking so deeply about that you didn’t hear me calling your name several times?”
“…”
“The portal is complete. All the luggage has been loaded too. All that’s left is to return.”
Belladonna blankly lowered her gaze to Escalion’s large palm.
The hand of the savior who would safely take her to comfortable Griblata, to his castle, to his side.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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