Saintess - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Translator: Yonnee

Raons brow crumpled slightly the moment he heard it.

He once heard that it was common practice in the slave trade to remove all the hair in the slaves pubic areas to make it seem like theyre younger.

Raons picturesque expression darkened for a moment.

I dont believe its become that way from a natural reason IT looks very much as if it was intentionally done by someone else Well, for obvious reasons, the only one whod know is her.

What does that woman need the most right now?

More than anything, Your Lordship, she needs mental stability. Mind and body are connected, and her body will only follow suit if her mind becomes healthy. Once she feels at ease, she will naturally gain proper weight, and she will successfully be able to conceive.

Thats a difficult task.

Raon blinked slowly.

A woman who was forcibly taken away from her family would need peace of mind, he said.

It was absurd.

A brief flash of sympathy appeared across his face.

Tactfully understanding Raons feelings, the doctor became a bit more brazen.

Your Lordship, I know that this might be presumptuous, but I would like to let you know.

Go ahead.

Please, never impart any personal feelings for that woman. She is a dirty woman who deceived God and used her body uncouthly. So, I implore you to never be swayed by personal feelings. She is a woman who weighs only her current worth. Just livestockyou may think of her that way. If thats too much, then it would be enough to consider her as a mere vessel to be made pregnant.

Explicitly inhumane words spilled into Raons ears.

At this, desolation fell upon the innocent face of the man who had once promised his purity to God.

Raon stared at the sky outside the window for a very long time without saying anything. Eventually, however, he smiled and glanced back at the doctor.

I understand what you must be worried about.

Your Lordship.

So, you do not need to fret. If this, too, is Gods will, then I am willing to follow.

Yes. I shall visit the saintess every fortnight for medical check-ups. I will notify the head butler when the time is ripe for her pregnancy.

I leave it to you.

Ka-chak.

As the doctor left, he closed the door behind him.

Left alone, Raon leaned back against his soft armchair.

The smile that looked so picturesque upon his lips disappeared in an instant, and an expressionless face was revealed.

May the grace of God

May the grace of God be with us all. Please.

As of late, these were the words that Raon had been uttering the most.

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That night

The Toulouse household was turned upside down.

This was because Agnes kicked up a commotion. She sat precariously upon the window frame, looking as if she was about to jump from there.

All the servants of the mansion gathered outside her room and stomped their feet in impatience.

Shwaaa.

The zelkova trees around the manors perimeter whispered along with the passing breeze, their leaves and branches shaking.

At the same time, Agness silver hair fluttered beautifully.

Even as she was trembling with fear, she stretched out one of her legs out of the window.

She would truly fall to the cold, hard ground if she were to take just one step forward.

Through the butler Cloviss words, the commotion reached Raons notice.

And so, he immediately headed towards Agness room.

The sight that welcomed him nearly made him faint.

One single memory flashed across his mindthe day that his younger sister jumped to her death right before his eyes.

His sister died at his arms reach. He wallowed in regret and despair for many, many days.

He was not able to hold his younger sisters slender wrist on time, and for this, he resented himself wholly.

Until this very day, Raon carried this indelible guilt with him.

He prayed more earnestly than anyone else to God, and he confessed countless upon countless of times. However, his guilt did not diminish at all.

Dont come any closer!

As Raon entered, Agnes cried out immediately.

It was obvious just from her unsteady breathing that she was very frightened.

Agness anxious eyes overlapped with his younger sisters again, and his brows crumpled in anguish.

Agnes, stop this.

Tense, Raon spoke through gritted teeth.

There was only one thought in his head.

I will never let Agnes die this time.

Please, please Agnes

Only then did Agnes recognize him.

In fear, her face was as white as a sheet. She called Raons name with a trembling voice.

Raon?

Yes, its me. Come here. Youre a good girl, arent you.

He spoke tenderly, as if he was talking to his younger sister.

Raon took a step towards Agnes.

She stared vacantly at the face of the man who was approaching her.

It was the one and only man who asked her what her name was in that dungeon. The one and only man who extended kindness unto her.

Tears well up in her eyes once again.

At last, Agnes let out her low sobs.

Hiicc Im going to be burned at the stake anyway. I will die soon enough.

Raons blue eyes went wide as he heard this.

The womans face, which had been overlapped with his younger sisters image until now, eventually returned to its original appearance in his eyes.

His mind was in such a daze that it felt like he was hallucinating.

I, I dont want to die. I really am not a saintess, sir. I can swear before God! Hiic, hiicc

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