I Accidentally Saved The Male Lead’s Brother - Chapter 32

Just like when the flower pot fell, I didn’t have time to think about my head, and my body moved on its own.

 

Only the intense instinct she had where Theo shouldn’t get hurt took hold of her body.

 

“Miss !”

 

“Madam!”

 

I heard sharp voices from Celine and Emma.

 

Charlotte expected to be hit in the head with a wooden sword this time, but at that moment .

 

Cheng-

 

 I heard a voice beside her.

 

Charlotte raised her head and took a deep breath.

 

Carcel was standing, and a piece of wooden sword fell behind his back.

 

Charlotte quickly looked at Theo with relief.

 

The child was blinking in confusion. He didn’t even know what had happened. Fortunately, there were no injuries.

 

“Are you okay ?”

 

Carcel asked in an unexpectedly impatient voice. But instead of answering a question, Charlotte asked for it more urgently.

 

“When can I go to the temple and meet the saint?”

 

“What?”

 

Charlotte felt annoyed, as if Carcel did not know what she meant, but she was not discouraged.

 

“I want to see the saint soon.”

 

Carcel didn’t say anything, but was asking her with his eyes.

 

Why does the story of the saint pops out all of a sudden?

 

From his point of view, Charlotte’s reaction was surprising.

 

Charlotte, who was hugging Theo, almost got hit by a broken wooden sword, but it was an accident. There was no need to reprimand anyone.

 

Among the fierce duels, wooden swords were often broken, and well-trained knights avoided them on their own.

 

 

However, unfortunately the wooden piece flew to Charlotte, who had never held a sword before.

 

Yes, it was a situation where it could be described as “bad luck.”

 

No, it could have been said that Carcel was lucky that he pulled out Celine’s sword in time and stopped the wooden sword.

 

 

But apparently, Charlotte was the only one who couldn’t accept it.

 

“Miss, I know you’re surprised, please calm down now.”

 

As Celine muttered, Emma looked at her.

 

“How can she calm down? If the Duke had not saved her, she would have been seriously injured!”

 

Emma referred to the flower pot incident. She was angry because Charlotte was almost seriously injured, but she was even more upset because she had no one to be angry with.

 

 

Celine, who was trying to explain the possibility of this happening during the fight, decided to calm Emma’s pale face.

 

“Yes, I understand. But the Duke protected her.”

 

Leaving behind the commotion of the two, Carcel asked loudly this time.

 

“Miss, are you okay?”

 

Charlotte looked at Theo who was in her arms more calmly than before.

 

Fortunately, Theo was blinking in confusion because he didn’t know what had happened, but he looked good. He wasn’t even crying because he was surprised.

 

She replied with a sigh of relief.

 

“Yes, thank you, I’m fine. And thanks to you, Theo looks fine too.”

 

“It’s my fault .”

 

“No, it was something that could have happened.”

 

Even if Carcel had paid attention, this couldn’t have been prevented in advance. 

 

“Did you say you wanted to meet the saint? If you happen to hear this from Robert and do an investigation of the temple, you are scheduled to visit it next week.”

 

“Next week will be too late.”

 

Charlotte muttered, holding Theo’s head with both hands.

 

I thought I had calmed down, but when I remembered what was going to happen a little while ago my heart started beating fast.

 

Such an incident happened inside the Duke’s House, which I thought would be safe.

 

 

If you couldn’t see the Saint today, Theo would have to stay in the room until next week. It was impossible.

 

Additionally, there were many things in the room that could threaten Theo’s life.

 

And there was something that could get stuck in his throat while eating.

 

‘How do I explain this?’

 

What Charlotte was thinking now was a story she herself was not sure of.

 

In the original work, when a child who was supposed to die survives, the entire world tries to kill him. 

 

This was just her hypothesis.

 

Even if this is true, there is no way to explain it. Once she said that, Carcel would be even more suspicious and wouldn’t believe her.

 

So I decided to say it in moderation.

 

“I am worried that accidents will continue to happen to Theo. I thought it would be best if I could get the blessing from the Saint.”

 

Carcel had no answer. He looked at Charlotte, who hastily added. The sound was so low that only Carcel could hear .

 

“Maybe that’s what will happen.”

 

Carcel stared at the self-conscious Charlotte slowly, his eyes turning to her white forehead.

 

Charlotte knew he would ask for more clarification. Otherwise, her request will be rejected.

 

However, he looked at Charlotte’s forehead and nodded abruptly.

 

“I will tell them to prepare the carriage”

 

 

The carriage carrying Charlotte, Theo, and Emma quickly left for the temple .

 

Carcel, Celine, and other escorts surrounded the carriage on horseback.

 

Charlotte did everything to prevent the previous snacking accident.

 

Sometimes when Theo was thirsty, she would stop the carriage and give him something to drink.

 

The temple, where the saint resided, was about two or three hours carriage ride from the capital.

 

In the constantly moving carriage, Charlotte remembered the conversation she had with Celine before leaving with Theo in her arms.

 

Can I see the saint?

 

It was a question unlike the one who insisted on going to see the saint.

 

In fact, even though she had been in a hurry, Charlotte wasn’t sure if she would be able to meet the Saint.

 

Even if she had the power of the Heinst family on her back, she couldn’t come to see her without an appointment.

 

She would be lucky if she wasn’t kicked out because she was disrespectful.

 

[You don’t have to worry about anything, miss. Trust the duke.]

 

Then she smiled and was very confident.

 

Thanks to this, Charlotte erased the fears of seeing the saint from her head.

 

As Celine said, she decided to trust Carcel. He used to do just anything for his younger brother.

 

There was only one thing she was worried about now, Theo. 

 

I was worried that something might happen while she was on her way to the temple, but luckily nothing special happened.

 

The carriage, which had been going nonstop in the green forest, slowed down after passing through a huge door.

 

Carcel, who was leading the horse, stood at the front, looking at the faces of the priests who were running and stopping the horses.

 

The knights who followed him and the carriage driver stopped.

 

The door behind the apprentice priest opened and appeared to be gray.

 

“I got word that you’re coming.”

 

Before coming here, he sent a message to the temple via a magical communication tool. But he started to move before he even received an answer.

 

It was a rude attitude, but the priests wouldn’t be able to calmly bring Carcel back.

 

This was because he was also one of the few duchies in the empire, and the donations the duke was making to the temple were great.

 

“Originally, we do not accept such unexpected visits, but we cannot refuse the Duke’s request. The saint is there.”

 

  

“Thank you for your attention.”

 

Carcel greeted him lightly and opened the carriage door. Theo jumped on the floor and was frustrated that he couldn’t open the window.

 

Then Charlotte grabbed Carcel’s hand and got off the carriage.

 

The three entered the temple under the supervision of the priest. Since the number of escorts had to be reduced to a minimum .Emma and the Knights decided to wait elsewhere.

 

“The saint will be ready to see you soon.”

 

After the priest disappeared, Charlotte turned her head and looked at the temple. Every place her eye touched seemed sacred.

 

Angels were painted on the glass ceiling and legendary figures on the walls. A statue of the ruler was seen in front of the temple. 

Charlotte looked at the drawing on the glass.

 

It was a window with three women dressed in ancient imperial costumes.

 

One was undoing a tangled thread, the other sitting on a loom weaving a piece of cloth with thread, and the other cutting the piece of cloth with scissors.

 

“The Rulers of Fate.”

 

It was an image of three women controlling all human lives. It’s just a story out of a legend, but somehow Charlotte had a scary feeling when she saw the painting.

 

“Sorry for making you wait so long.”

 

Charlotte, who was observing the glass, turned her head to the sharp voice that was heard from the front.

 

In front of the statue stood a girl dressed in white from head to toe.

 

The clothes he was wearing were clean, and her skin was as white as someone who had never seen sunlight before.

 

Both the hair and eyes were silver in color with a mysterious feeling. It was said that saints  from generation to generation have their hair and eyes turning silver.

 

Theo, who was sitting on Charlotte’s lap and looking around, pointed to the saint.

 

“The Saint?”