Saintess - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Translator: Yonnee

It happened during an exceptionally clear day.

Without a single cloud across its wide expanse, the sky was flawlessly blue. And, even when the sunlight was ever so gentle and every so comforting, it was on this day that Agnes faced utter despair.

Soldiers in black armor rushed into her familys house.

G-Get out of this house right now!

Even though she knew it was futile, she protested with a trembling voice.

The soldiers who had surrounded the house laughed at the womans weak protest.

Soon, her thin arms were forcefully yanked back, and her wrists were immediately fastened by handcuffs.

Agness fine brows naturally knitted together at the pain shooting up from her arms being gripped tightly.

No! I cant leave my family behind!

Shut up, you filthy saintess!

!

What she was so afraid of had become reality.

She had come to be suspected as a saintess.

Agnes gasped.

Only one thought ran through her mind.

Agnes said the same thing that all the women suspected of being witches said.

This time, with only one word changed.

Im not a saintess! I-Ive never wielded divine power in all my life. Theres no such thing as a saintess who does not have any divine power! Please, please!

SHUT UP!

The man who appeared to be the leader of the soldiers slapped Agnes right across the face.

In an instant, her head flicked to the side.

If there wasnt another soldier holding her upright now, she would have collapsed straight to the ground.

Disgusting woman.

The man spat on Agness feet.

If he could act out on his true desires, he wanted to cut down the saintesss treacherous neck, but its regrettable that he could do nothing more but act in accordance with the instructions given to him by his superiors.

To capture the saintess alive and intact.

Drag her away.

Yes, sir!

Please, please! Its not me! Im not a saintess!

Agnes shouted countless upon countless times that she was not a saintess, but of course, no one listened.

Uooh, ah-uhh.

Behind Agness back, she could hear her husbands howling voice.

Most of his sensory functions, which humans possessed, had long since been lost, but only one seemed to remainintuition.

The tip of his tongue had begun to rot, and he sounded like a beast.

He cried endlessly as if he was saddened that his beloved wife was being dragged away under false accusations.

Hahaha, hahahaha!!

On the other hand, her mother-in-law held her stomach as she cackled away, unaware that her daughter-in-law had been mistaken for a saintess and was being taken away.

She laughed to her hearts content as if she was clearly picturing the situation in front of her according to her own interpretation.

Perfect, just perfect! You goddamn slut!

Even if it was told that the old woman would be crazy, shes just absolutely mad. Tsk.

Seeing the old woman act in the way that she did, the soldiers clicked their tongues.

After receiving a tip-off that there was a unique woman who matched the characteristics of the saintess, the first thing they all sensed while coming here was the terrible smell.

When it came to lepers, they had this distinctively foul, rotten stench.

The next thing that caught the eyes of the soldiers was a woman with a beautiful appearance that anyone would consider harmless.

In particular, they became entranced by the shiny, silver hair beneath the sunlight leaking from the crack in the windows.

Then, at the same time, they all became convinced that the slender woman who kept shouting that she was not a saintess was indeed that saintess.

There wouldnt have been any other woman who could have matched the prophecy.

Finally, finally.

The terrible drought and the wrath of God, which made everyone tremble, would all end before long.

Uuurgh! Please dont take me away I beg of you!

Despite Agness pleas, the soldiers took her as if she was a mere sack of goods, and they threw her into a carriage that had only a roof and iron bars around it, just like that.

It took half a day to travel from the border village to the capital, where the Holy See was located.

There was no time to delay.

So, the carriage rattled off.

Agnes gripped the iron bars, tears endlessly pouring from her eyes. She had not been able to properly say goodbye to her family.

The main culprit of all our misfortunes!

Burn that filthy saintess now!

How dare you commit such a deplorably unspeakable sin with the body of a saintess! What a wicked wretch!

All of the villagers took to the streets and swore at Agnes.

They were even more furious at the shocking fact that she had been living in hiding in their own village.

Ack!

A stone flew in through the iron bars and hit Agness forehead.

And, in no time, her vision blurred and she felt a stream of blood flowing down her head.

Pain and despair flooded her in an instant.

Blood and tears mixed together, and Agnes could do nothing but cry wordlessly. It was such a bizarre sight that it seemed as if she was shedding tears of blood.

After seeing this, the artists on the streets rushed to capture her image in paintings.

It was to record this truly historical moment.

Year 643 of the Devere Empire.

The obscene saintess who all of the empires people had been waiting for so long

was finally captured.

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