I didn’t say that I was not uncomfortable, or that there was no need for this.
I twiddled my itchy fingers together, and whispered softly to him.
“……Thank you.”
(This is a time separator.)
The treatment took place in my room.
Whether Johan’s warning was taken seriously, the saint acted more carefully.
Stella, who untied the bandages and checked my wound, frowned with a sad expression.
“Oh dear. You’ve severely injured your ankle. How did this happen…….”
Looking at the ankle wound, it was surprisingly new.
Before coming to the Duke’s estate, I asked cautiously about my ankle injury.
‘I bumped into the bedpost in my sleep and got hurt.’
‘You hit it that hard?’
‘My sleep habits were worse than I expected.’
Honestly, hearing about my sleep habits was quite embarrassing, but there were gains.
I could tell it was different from the scar I got in Libertan.
“Somehow, it happened like that.”
“Fortunately, I think I can heal it with sacred power.”
Stella, wearing a gentle smile, wrapped my ankle.
White energy came out of Stella’s hands and soaked into my ankle.
‘It’s really healing easily.’
My swollen ankle began to heal quickly.
“Wow…….”
It felt warm and familiar just by touching it, and I felt good.
Stella, pulling her hand away, breathed roughly as if tired. Her long eyelashes trembled.
‘Is it hard?’
But for such a thing, she didn’t break a sweat.
The surrounding priests looked at me suspiciously and took great care of Stella.
“Sainthood. Was it not too much?”
“Right. Haven’t you fainted while performing the miracle of healing?”
Stella wiped her eyes with a handkerchief offered by a priest.
“I’m fine with this.”
“……Saint……”
“It’s my duty as a saint.”
Stella, who reassured the priests, looked at Johan and smiled.
“Now, will Duke Blanchett sit in front of me?”
Johan’s gaze sharpened.
“Are you talking about me?”
“Yes. I think it would be good if Duke Blanchett also receives my treatment.”
Stella replied with an innocent face.
“It’s good to receive treatment with sacred power even if there is nothing wrong with the body. There’s nothing wrong with checking in advance.”
“…….”
“You don’t need to think hard. If you hold both my hands, you can check right away.”
Johan, with his arms crossed, looked at Stella without answering.
Then, Priest Berto interjected, grabbing Stella’s shoulder.
“Stella’s healing ability is the best in the temple. She possesses sacred power that overwhelms even most of the archbishops.”
“So, should I receive the treatment?”
“There will be nothing for Duke Blanchett to worry about. Perhaps the saint wishes to ease the tension from earlier. Isn’t that right?”
Stella nodded at Priest Berto’s question.
“Yes. It was my mistake earlier, but somehow…….”
Stella, who seemed to be pondering, lowered her long eyelashes sentimentally.
“I feel a deep wound inside Duke Blanchett.”
“That’s what you mean.”
Priest Berto looked at me in awe.
“What do you think, Duchess Blanche? Don’t you think it would be good to treat the Duke as well?”
I felt as if the situation was repeating itself from a little earlier.
‘It’s for the treatment.’
If I refused here, I might be plagued by rumors of being jealous of the saint who wanted to treat him.
But it did make me uncomfortable.
“Shouldn’t you ask the person concerned rather than my opinion?”
If so.
“But if you could tell me, Duchess [dash]”
Then Johan rubbed his cheekbones and whispered to the saint.
“More importantly, is the treatment of my wife over now?”
“Yes. It’s all over.”
“Are there no other painful parts besides the ankle? How exactly did you treat it?”
At Johan’s cold words, Stella’s lips trembled.
“Isn’t it common sense to take care of the patient in front of you rather than examining me?”
“Even though you didn’t say anything, it was just that I didn’t tell you because I treated Duchess Blanche.”
“Are you even a saint?”
Johan asked Priest Berto, crossing his legs aggressively.
Priest Berto also seemed at a loss for words.
Only then did Stella look at me with a sad smile that was almost pitiful.
“It’s my first time treating a nonbeliever, and I made a mistake. It’s because of my lack of cultivation. Was it very inconvenient for you?”
It was okay to move on since the treatment was already over.
But I didn’t like it a second time.
“Yes, it was uncomfortable.”
“……Yes?”
“You seem to be lacking in cultivation as the saint said. My husband is not angry for no reason.”
I smiled brightly at Stella.
“I can get over it, but I don’t know what will happen if this gets into the ears of other noblewomen.”
Stella reacted as if she had heard a curse.
“That, that can’t be, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be so uncomfortable…….”
A slight moisture gathered in Stella’s downcast eyes.
As the nearby priests were about to react harshly to the saint’s response, I asked as if I knew nothing.
“Saint, are you crying now?”
“Ah, I am…….”
“Ah. It’s because you are so grateful to me that you are crying.”
I clapped my hands as if I were amazed.
“You truly possess a noble character, Saint. But there’s no need to be so grateful.”
Priest Berto spoke to me.
“Duchess, isn’t the saint struggling?”
“Struggling, you say? Priest Berto, you are misunderstanding the saint.”
Priest Berto reacted as if it was preposterous.
“What do you mean by that [dash]”
“The noble saint wouldn’t cry in hardship for giving difficult advice to someone.”
Priest Berto, who had been speaking for Stella, swallowed his saliva.
“That is…….”
“It’s written in the scriptures that the saint is compassionate, and only sheds tears for the pain of others and gratitude to God.”
Stella blankly stared at me, smiling gently.
“Saint, Priest Berto is misunderstanding, right?”
Stella, who glanced at Priest Berto, reluctantly opened her mouth.
“……Yes, that’s right.”
Priest Berto’s face twisted, but Stella’s words did not change.
“I cried out of gratitude to the Duchess.”
Johan, who had been quietly watching, chuckled.
“Ha.”
Johan’s eyes, filled with a murderous glint, turned to Priest Berto.
“You said you wouldn’t be bothersome.”
“…….”
“You even cornered my wife with your overinterpretation.”
Priest Berto turned pale and tried to make excuses.
“I just wanted to protect the saint [dash]”
“So, it’s for the saint?”
An ordinary priest cannot use a saint as a shield.
“……No, it is not.”
“Then what should you do?”
Johan, who had gracefully stood up, asked Stella, standing behind Priest Berto.
“What do you think the saint should be responsible for this?”
Stella’s eyes trembled, as if she could not believe it. Priest Berto looked at the saint like a lifeline.
“Saint……!”
Stella slowly licked her pink lips.
“I [dash]”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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