I Tamed the Black Duke as a Terminally-Ill Saint (3 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
The other miners also burst into loud laughter, following his lead and mocking me.
I simply stared back at them with a blank expression.
“Oh, honestly… I never expected Her Holiness the Saintess to have such a sense of humor.”
The Guild Master wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
“Just where do you think you’re going in that state? Do you even have money to stay at an inn? If you end up sleeping on the streets, you’ll be bedridden for a week.”
Though his words were formally polite, his tone was nothing short of contemptuous.
I didn’t bother replying.
Anything I said would only give them more reason to ridicule me.
“So please, don’t get any foolish ideas. It’s best if you stay here quietly.”
“…….”
When no answer came, the guild members seemed to sense something odd and began tossing out remarks one after another.
“Aren’t you feeling unwell or something?”
“Look at her—that blank stare. She doesn’t seem fully conscious yet…”
“Shouldn’t we call a doctor?”
“Don’t be silly—she’s got divine power! She’ll heal herself.”
“Still…”
Just then,
a faint crackling sound drifted into my ears.
It wasn’t just me—people started murmuring among themselves.
I gave a small smile.
It was the moment my “precautionary measure,” just in case, finally came to fruition.
In other words…
“Fire!”
“There’s fire… in the temple!”
Literally—my precautionary measure had begun to shine.
The Guild Master’s hand trembled violently, as if he’d suddenly realized something.
“Saintess! What have you done to the sacred flame?”
I lowered my eyes demurely.
“You hardly have the luxury to interrogate me right now.”
Though my words were anything but demure.
“Saintess!”
I let out a sigh.
“I think… I might’ve knocked over the sacred flame. But after inhaling so much gas, my memory’s hazy. Did I really do that?”
“Mad… absolutely mad! What are you all standing around for? Go fetch buckets—now!”
The guild members instantly scattered in all directions.
I had to tightly press my lips together to suppress my laughter.
The sacred flame was already spreading throughout the entire forest.
It would engulf the temple in an instant.
Even if it was little more than ruins, the difference between a village with an active temple and one without was like heaven and earth.
Who in their right mind would ever send a priest to a temple completely destroyed by fire?
This village, abandoned by the gods, would now fall into ruin.
‘So what? It’s only a dream-village, after all.’
To be honest, it felt rather satisfying.
It was as if I were taking revenge on Angelica’s behalf.
I slowly slipped out of the village.
Amid the chaos caused by the fire, I quietly made sure to take some money, clothes, and food from various spots.
Not a shred of guilt crossed my mind.
They’d exploited Angelica without pay all this time—surely I deserved a proper pair of shoes instead of those worn-out sandals.
Finally reaching the village entrance, I paused to take a deep breath.
My frail body wobbled just from walking such a short distance.
“Ugh…”
I let out a faint groan and leaned against an ornate, antique pillar marking the village gate.
Unable to muster the strength to stand back up—or even to slump down—I steadied myself against the pillar.
‘…Oh no.’
Apparently, the pillar was far less stable than it appeared.
The moment I leaned on it, it began to shake violently.
Startled, I hastily pulled away—just as something thudded against the top of my head before crashing to the ground and splitting cleanly in two.
‘…A gargoyle?’
Thankfully, the object that narrowly missed my head was a gargoyle statue, about the size of a watermelon.
One of the most common monsters in Leodel, frequently used as village guardian figures.
It was carved with such detail that its fierce eyes almost seemed to glare right at me.
But it was just a statue.
Nothing to fear.
Just as I murmured this to myself and tried to get up,
my vision blurred slightly, and stark black letters appeared before my eyes against a pale background.
Status Ailment:
You are now under a death sentence. You have ten days left to live. Spend them wisely!
My mouth fell open on its own.
What kind of dream was this?
Let me cut straight to the point.
None of this was a dream—and I was utterly screwed.
How did I know these absurd events weren’t part of a dream but reality?
Because if it were a dream, it wouldn’t hurt this much.
Panting for breath, I stared at the pale window of text I could now summon effortlessly.
Status Ailment:
You are now under a death sentence. You have only one day left! Moving will be painful, but hang in there. Death is far more agonizing♡
“Ugh…”
I gritted my teeth and dragged my right leg along.
For the first few days, of course, I assumed it was all a dream—I just wandered around picking up useful items and sightseeing.
But starting around the fourth day,
my body grew rapidly heavier, and even slight exertion brought on crushing headaches—symptoms that screamed I’d collapse and die at any moment.
Eventually, I had no choice but to accept reality.
I truly was Angelica, cursed by the , and my only hope was to find a way to survive.
And so, the method I discovered was…
Crack!
I flinched and stumbled backward.
The crude wooden support I’d been holding onto just seconds ago shattered and plummeted into the sheer cliff below.
With trembling arms, I steadied myself and began walking along the cliffside.
It would be a lie to say I wasn’t terrified—but I had only three hours left to live.
At worst, I’d lose nothing.
At the cliff’s far end, I finally found the entrance to a dark, shadowy cave.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the darkness.
“Lox.”
With those words, the pitch-black space instantly lit up, startling a cluster of bats that fled shrieking deeper inside.
Gripping the Rosario tightly, I began walking slowly forward.
According to the lore, this cave was a secret passage known only to a select few, leading directly into one of the most infamous maps in “Legend of Delato”:
Grand Duke Donovan’s fortress.
Climbing the stairs at the cave’s end and pushing open the ceiling revealed the castle’s underground chamber.
Relieved to escape the damp cave, I leaned against the chamber wall and paused to catch my breath.
‘This is so hard…’
My head spun. I regretted not leaving while my condition was still relatively stable—but what’s done is done.
Rather than dwell on regrets, I needed to focus on survival.
I forced myself up and pressed onward.
If only my body weren’t on the verge of collapse, I would’ve reached my destination easily.
After all, I knew the layout of the Grand Duke’s fortress inside and out.
But every tiny bit of exertion blurred my vision, slowing me far more than expected.
“…Who’s there?”
Being caught like this was entirely predictable.
“Setun.”
Of Angelica’s meager abilities, her sleep skill—barely useful otherwise—worked instantly. The guard’s heavy body collapsed limply to the floor.
A fit of coughing erupted from my mouth.
Even though divine power didn’t deplete like a mage’s mana, it clearly strained my body.
Overwhelmed by sudden nausea, I hastily covered my mouth.
A metallic-tasting lump slid down my throat.
‘Dangerous.’
One guard was manageable with a simple sleep skill—but if several attacked at once…
It would be game over.
My pathetic life would end right then and there.
‘I need to be even more careful.’
I chose the least-trafficked corridors and headed toward the deepest vault in Grand Duke Donovan’s fortress.
How much time had passed?
What should’ve taken an hour for a healthy person took me over three—but I finally arrived before a massive, ornate iron door.
No handle. No lock.
Pushing it did nothing.
Yet, standing before this seemingly impassable door, I smiled faintly.
‘…Just as I thought.’
From Casey all the way to Grand Duke Donovan’s fortress—
throughout my entire journey, I’d never seen a single item or mechanism that didn’t belong in the actual world of Leodel.
Meaning…
I shifted my gaze from the iron door to the floor.
Unlike the other corridors lined with plush carpet, this floor was paved with marble tiles.
Tiles engraved with the emblems symbolizing Leodel’s seven professions.
I slowly placed my hand on the first tile. As expected, a faint vibration pulsed beneath my palm.
‘Got it.’
The rest was easy. Third, fifth, second, third again, sixth, and finally, seventh.
With a heavy clunk, the door swung open, bathing my eyes in brilliant rainbow-colored light.
Hypnotized, I stepped inside.
The metallic object radiating every hue imaginable…
was none other than the Holy Sword Denesor.
A top-tier legendary item that instantly nullifies all status ailments upon acquisition.
My only hope of survival!
‘In the actual Leodel, Angelica died before even reaching Donovan—so she never got to use it. But…’
I slowly reached toward Denesor.
The closer my hand got, the more violently the sword vibrated, resonating with me.
Without further hesitation, I seized Denesor’s hilt with both hands.
‘…!’
My mind blanked white.
My body shuddered, and my hands—gripping the hilt—stiffened instantly.
An overwhelming wave of agony crashed over me, forcing my body to crumple.
Had I made a fatal mistake?
Perhaps Denesor wasn’t meant to save me—but to extinguish what little life I had left.
My eyes welled up involuntarily.
Ah… so this is how I die…
Then—
all pain vanished as if it had never existed, and my body felt weightless.
I blinked.
Breathing no longer hurt my chest.
Hastily summoning the status window, I saw the spot where had stubbornly clung now completely clear.
My strength gave out, and I sank to the floor.
‘…I’m alive.’
It worked.
I succeeded!
But before I could fully savor my joy,
a cold blade pressed against my neck.
So absorbed in the triumph of finally claiming Denesor, I hadn’t sensed the approaching presence at all.
Just as terror surged to my throat,
a voice as icy as winter pierced the air.
“So a pitiful little rat has crawled its way in, has it?”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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