“That expression discredits Hestia’s dignity, doesn’t it?”
“But what I said isn’t wrong, is it!”
Such comments inevitably implied that Hestia, the former saint, lacked competence, leading people to undervalue her qualities.
As the division within the temple intensified, Hestia grew anxious.
She tried to get along better with Anetha, thinking if she and Anetha appeared amicable, their subordinates would be influenced and cease their quarrels.
However, this remained merely her wishful thinking.
Everyone was busy checking each other’s powers, and slander continued amidst the rivalry.
Moreover, Hestia’s goodwill towards Anetha often got twisted, making her seem oppressive.
“Anetha Saint gets rashes all over if she eats figs! And you gave her figs as a gift?”
“I didn’t know. Last time, she mentioned liking the smell of figs… That’s why I gave them as a gift.”
“She said she liked the smell, not that she could eat them! Anetha Saint had to eat them out of respect for your gift, and nearly choked!”
At a palace banquet:
“Hestia Saint! Ignoring Anetha Saint’s greeting! Are you showing seniority?”
“Seniority? How could I dare? I was just following the order of protocol…”
“Trying to take Anetha Saint’s place among the nobles and humiliate her? Disappointing!”
Hestia found herself apologizing more frequently.
“No matter how saintly, she was still human.”
As troubles increased despite her efforts, she became exhausted.
So, she decided to ‘kill’ herself.
“Maybe it’s better for everyone if I act this way.”
Swallowing hatred and sorrow alone, Hestia became a complete shadow, making Anetha’s light shine brighter.
Necessity dictated this; Anetha’s divine power grew stronger while Hestia’s already meager strength waned.
“Why is this happening?”
It seemed as if Anetha was absorbing Hestia’s divine power.
“What happens if my divine power completely disappears?”
Hestia was frightened.
“I have nowhere to return to.”
She lived in the temple since childhood.
Before becoming a saint, she was a princess, but it was a title in name only.
Elsword’s king, her uncle Yorgos, would certainly disdain taking her in if she lost her divine power and was expelled.
“I must fulfill my duties as a saint, no matter how weak.”
So, Hestia headed to the lowest places.
She took over the areas Anetha couldn’t cover, embracing all healing centers and shelters in her jurisdiction.
She visited every day, praying earnestly for those close to death to find peace in God’s embrace.
“With this little power left, let me do what I can as a saint until the end.”
Hestia prayed genuinely for the sick in the lowest places.
“Saint, thanks to you, I leave without pain. I’m truly grateful.”
“I wish you happiness in my stead. Please be happy for both of us.”
As patients closed their eyes after these short thanks, Hestia shed tears as if parting with old friends.
Living close to death daily, her eyes seldom remained dry.
Meanwhile, Anetha enjoyed being in the limelight, relishing all external events as if it was her nature.
She confidently attended national events and diligently participated in social gatherings, forging relationships with nobles and securing substantial donations for the temple.
“Ever since Saint Anetha arrived, only good things have happened to the temple. Ha-ha-ha.”
Anetha’s followers in the temple faction loudly praised her, ensuring everyone heard.
Each time, those loyal to Hestia subtly pressured her.
They wished she would do something as noticeable as Anetha.
However, Hestia never neglected her original duties.
A year of such life. The year 1099, March 11th.
Hestia attended a banquet to commemorate the first anniversary of Anetha’s arrival at the temple.
The celebratory atmosphere wasn’t tense, and the meal progressed in a lively environment.
But the trouble started as the meal was ending.
“I have something to announce to everyone here,” Anetha said, pausing and glancing briefly at Hestia sitting opposite her.
Meeting Hestia’s eyes, Anetha looked at her with pity, slightly twisting her lips in a seemingly deliberate, somber manner.
‘Why is she looking at me like that?’ Hestia wondered, unable to guess why Anetha pitied her.
“At dawn, I received a new divine revelation.”
“A new revelation? What is it?”
Anetha handed a paper to her attendant priest, who stood and unfolded it, reading the contents with a startled look.
Anetha, staring directly at Hestia, spoke in a deliberately grim voice.
“I regret to say this, but I cannot prioritize our personal friendship over the will of God. I hope you understand my decision, Hestia.”
Hestia nodded reflexively, unable to grasp her meaning.
As Anetha signaled, the priest read aloud:
“True child of mine has found its place, thus, a flower rooted in unfit soil shall be reaped to level the ground.”
The banquet hall buzzed with confusion.
Hestia’s face turned pale.
“Does the revelation mean… Hestia Saint is false? And Anetha Saint is the true one?”
Amid the collective gaze, Hestia trembled, feeling as though everyone was blaming her.
“I… I am…”
She tried to speak, but her voice failed her.
Anetha, who initiated the revelation topic, exaggeratedly lowered her eyebrows and clicked her tongue in pity.
Anetha stood and approached Hestia, grasping her hand and speaking cheerily.
“Don’t worry too much, Hestia. I’ve prayed to God and found a way for you to live.”
“I… I… That is…”
Overwhelmed, Hestia paled and shook.
“Sorry.”
She withdrew her hand from Anetha’s grip.
“I must go.”
With trembling legs, Hestia turned and hastily exited the banquet hall.
“Saint!”
Despite calls from behind, she couldn’t stop.
She was well aware it looked like she was fleeing, but at that moment, there was no other choice for her.
“Hestia Saint?”
Roused from her reverie by Nashia’s call, Hestia slowly opened her eyes.
She had been holding her breath, and her chest felt tight.
Drawing a long breath, she focused on Nashia, who had since neatly brought out a ceremonial outfit and approached her.
“We need to hurry and get ready.”
“…Why?”
Hestia’s voice was groggy, as if she had just woken up.
Nashia replied slowly, as if explaining to someone unaware.
“Well… today is the festival commemorating Saint Anetha’s arrival. You’ve agreed to dine with the others.”
“Oh.”
Hestia let out a short exclamation, then asked flatly.
“Do I really have to go?”
“…What?”
Nashia, taken aback, looked at her in surprise.
But Hestia was unusually resolute.
“I don’t want to go. I’m not feeling well.”
“Saint, but…”
Nashia trailed off, her face showing difficulty, but Hestia turned her head away as if to avoid further conversation.
“I want to rest.”
Seeing her firm stance, Nashia gave up on persuading her.
She respectfully bowed to Hestia, as if to acknowledge her wishes.
“Alright… I’ll pass on the message.”
“Thanks.”
“…Please rest.”
Nashia lingered, her face full of reluctance. She knew Hestia as someone who couldn’t bear to cause trouble for others due to her weakness. Nashia thought that seeing her distressed expression might change Hestia’s mind.
However, despite several glances in her direction, Hestia remained resolute, not watching Nashia leave.
‘Really not going, then.’
Finally, Nashia closed the door and left.
Thud.
The sound of the door closing reached Hestia’s ears.
Left alone in the room, she turned her head back to its original position.
“Phew…”
Returning to her normal breathing, she tried to calm her troubled mind.
“Did I really travel back in time?”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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