Berto, the priest, looked at the saint with sorrowful eyes.
“Responsibility… That’s such a sad word.”
Stella held Berto’s hands, looking at Johan sadly.
“I wish, the Duke of Blanche would bestow mercy.”
“Is that your judgment as a saint?”
“Of course, I cannot force the Duke of Blanche to forgive. I can only ask.”
The light in the room seemed to pour onto Stella.
Stella, pleading for mercy from Johan, was perfect, like a saint in the scriptures.
Those who served God would have been moved to tears at the sight. Even Berto, whose life was hanging by a thread, lost his sense of crisis and was awed.
“That mouth is—”
Johan’s sarcasm broke the saint’s atmosphere.
“[dash]Do you not know how to answer properly?”
Johan stared at Stella with a stern face.
The surroundings were completely suppressed by Johan’s energy. Even Estelle, who was next to Johan, looked at him with a tense face.
Naturally, Stella’s reaction was even greater.
“It’s my fault.”
Stella’s eyes widened as if she was about to cry, and she drooped her shoulders pitifully.
“I’m sorry, Berto.”
“Saint?”
Berto swallowed his saliva.
Estelle looked at Stella with an odd expression.
‘Is it over with just a few words?’
That priest seems to be close enough to represent Stella.
‘Normally, wouldn’t you try harder to save?’
Even if Johan makes an issue of this, there is a limit. There should be a way to save someone of the saint’s status.
Stella reluctantly let go of Berto’s hand.
“I must be incompetent up to this point. I can’t do anything right now.”
“Saint. Then I…”
“Duke of Blanche, I am ready.”
Berto, the priest, who looked at the upright Stella, had despair flash in his eyes.
“Punish Priest Berto as you wish, Duke of Blanche. However…”
“Is that your decision?”
“…Yes.”
The sound of other priests swallowing their tears was heard. Berto, the priest, knelt and bowed his head.
Johan elegantly stood up and walked to the front of Priest Berto.
“The saint says to do as I please. What do you think?”
“…According to the saint’s words, all of this is my responsibility.”
Berto, the priest, said resolutely, closing his eyes.
“I will take responsibility with my life. The Duke of Blanche will be satisfied with that much.”
“What delusion are you under?”
Johan sneered, stepping hard on Berto’s knee.
“How dare you think I should accept something like your life?”
“Kkueuk[dash]!”
Berto, whose knee was stepped on, twisted his face.
“I see you still don’t understand, so I’ll tell you one thing.”
Johan grabbed the back of Berto’s head, forcing him to look up at himself.
“The House of Blanche has been restored, and I have a new motto. Have you heard of it?”
Johan drew a dagger from his waist.
The sharply forged dagger mockingly danced in front of Berto.
Even Berto, who seemed ready to die, was frightened at the prospect of death. Berto trembled as if about to faint.
“[Do not forget winter, even when spring comes.]”
The dagger swiftly swung towards Berto.
Chyaak[dash]
“Aaargh!”
Berto screamed. But there was no blood.
The strands of Berto’s brown hair cut by the dagger floated slowly in the air.
“Wh, what is this…”
Berto hurriedly raised his hand and felt his face. There was faint blood on his hand. But he didn’t die.
The dagger had only grazed Berto’s hair and cheek.
‘Did I, not die?’
Berto looked up at Johan in surprise.
‘It passed right before my eyes…’
Duke Johan Blanche was smiling gracefully, holding an unsullied dagger.
Berto, enveloped in terror, looked as if he might faint just from seeing that face.
“I told you, didn’t I?”
“…….”
“Your life has no value to me.”
Johan said lazily to Berto, who had begun to hiccup.
Return to the temple and report. Remember who you are dealing with now.
It was Berto himself who went back to the temple to finalize the compensation to be sent to the Duchy of Blanchet.
“Ah, understood.”
“Next time, you won’t have a tongue to speak with.”
Berto nodded his head repeatedly with a thoughtful face.
Johan turned around and slowly walked towards Estelle.
Other priests hurriedly approached Priest Berto.
“Are you alright, Priest Berto?”
“Yes, I barely survived…….”
Johan approached Estelle and gently asked her something.
Estelle nodded her head, laughing at his question. A sweet atmosphere flowed, contrasting the terrifying atmosphere just before.
Catching his breath, Berto, clutching his brown hair, nodded his head.
‘After all, the rumor of being a fake seems false….’
At that moment, the Saint Stella caught Berto’s eye.
Stella, who he thought would come and comfort him, was blankly staring at the Duke and Duchess of Blanchet.
Johan hugged Estelle and gestured to the servants.
“Guide the guests out.”
A clear dismissal.
Johan’s gaze turned to Saint Stella.
“I hope I don’t see the Saint again.”
“Duke Blanchet. This matter, I too[—]”
“If you annoy me once more.”
Johan glared at Stella with threatening eyes.
“Even if you’re a Saint, I’ll kill you.”
(This is a time separator.)
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The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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