Time-limited Saintess, You’ve Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 12

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Arkan would visit this place.

Even though she was prepared, hearing those words coming out of Erich’s mouth made Ellin restless, and she could not calm down.

Why did he quickly become Emperor…?

A thought that had been delayed came to mind. Originally, two years later, he would become Emperor when she turned twenty.

“Elena.”

Arkan’s voice emanated in her head.

“I don’t want to talk to a person who has a scent of blood like you.”

“It was you who saved such a blood-stained person.”

“If I had known you were such a person, I wouldn’t have saved you!”

“No, you would have saved me still… because you’re a damn kind saint.”

He smiled cunningly.

Then, seeing Elena’s swaying eyes, Arkan reached out and stroked her cheek. Even though she shook her head in refusal, the touch was very clumsy anyway. Still, the touch was soft, as if he was touching something that would break if mishandled.

He did not even smell bloody. His scent just smells very much like a man.

Somehow, although she resolutely refused it, Elena could not refuse the touch.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

“Then, what do you think of me?”

“I despise you.”

Arkan sneered at her words.

At the same time, she could see something overflowing in his eyes. It was a feeling too deep and strong for her to bear.

“I am your husband. You are my wife.”

…Husband and wife. It was a relationship that Arkan forced upon her — the tyrant Emperor who kidnapped the Saint.

Because of that, she fell into his clutches and she had to play house with him foolishly. Elena could not move when his bright red eyes turned to her. It was because his deep emotions did not let her escape. That was how intensely he was gazing at her with eyes full of burning avarice.

A man desires a woman.

And, she herself was that woman…  It was so blatant, so she ran away again and again.

“…Even in the second life, he still smells of blood.”

Ellin thought of him and muttered.

This time, Arkan’s accession was swift. However, the unchanging thing was that he slaughtered his family and ascended to the throne. Her heart ached when she thought of Arkan. He was like a thorn to her. The more she tried to remove it, the deeper it dug and revealed its presence… 

“But, I have nothing to do with him anymore.”

The relationship between Arkan and her was terrible. If it were such a relationship, it would have been better not to be together. Ellin did not want to be shaken by him anymore. It was only after she died that she could free herself from him.

…If so, would it be Liliana, who would be associated with Arkan this time?

Wanting to calm her heart, she decided to pray to God. There was a place she used to use often when she wanted to be alone. It was her secret room that Ellin found by chance, a tiny room located inside the prayer room. Looking out the window from there, the moonlight was magnificent.

‘…And there, I saw Arkan for the first time.’

Suddenly, Ellin wanted to see the moon there. It was paradoxical for her to want to see the moon there — on the subject of trying to forget Arkan —  but her heart felt that way. It was because that place was her resting place.

Making up her mind, her steps naturally moved there.

There was no one in the prayer room, and Elin found the secret room without difficulty. The door was opened by lifting the embossed jewel of the fourth priest among the statues of ten priests erected at the temple. This room was discovered by the young Ellin, who had been fiddling with the statues of priests in her previous life. Even though it was now covered in dust as no one had stepped into here, she did not care. She liked this small room where one person could lie down.

Beyond the window of the prayer room, the crescent moon was beautiful. Ellin gazed at the moon as if dreaming in the room.

It was then that sounds of movements were heard.

“Oh, gosh. Don’t!”

It was definitely a woman’s voice. Ellin doubted her ears.

‘…Liliana?’

Even though she had changed into having a calm and solemn voice, she could tell at once that it was definitely Liliana’s voice. Even her voice was not the voice of a graceful aristocratic noblewoman or a soft-spoken saint, but the voice of a whining woman.

“Unh, Saint!”

“Sir Paul, you’re too hasty. Please, take it slow.”

“You don’t know how much I wished for this time.”

“Me, too.”

“I’ve always been thinking about the Saint.”

‘…What is going on?’

Ellin quickly leaned her body over.

Noticing what was about to happen, she widened her eyes as the voices of men and women who had burst into laughter began to change strangely. At the same time, her mouth was sewed shut at the staggering situation unfolding in front of her.

The Saint was having an affair with a paladin, in this prayer room overlooked by God…!

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