Time-limited Saintess, You’ve Been Caught by the Tyrant Once Again - Chapter 6-2

Arkan will visit this place.

She was prepared, but when she heard from Erich, she couldn’t calm herself down just by that fact.

Why did he quickly become emperor?

A thought that had been delayed came to mind.

According to her past life, only two years later, when she turned 20, he became emperor.

“Elena.”

    Arkan’s voice came to mind.

    “I don’t want to talk to bad people like you.”

    “It was you who saved such a bad person.”

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

    “No, you would have saved me. Because you are a kind saint.”

    He smiled bitterly.

    Then, seeing Elena’s trembling eyes, Arkan reached out and stroked Elena’s cheek.

    She shook her head, but she could feel that his touch was very clumsy and soft, as if touching something that would break if mishandled.

    He didn’t even smell bloody like usual.

    For some reason, even though she refused him, she couldn’t refuse the touch.

    “Are you scared?”

    “No.”

    “Then what do you think of me?”

    “I despise you.”

    At Elena’s words, Arkan sneered at her.

    Elena saw something overflowing in Arkan’s eyes. It was a feeling too deep and strong for her to bear.

    “I am your husband. You are my wife.”

    Husband and wife. This was the relationship that Arkan forced upon her. The emperor of swords who kidnapped a saint.

    So Elena fell into Arkan’s palms and had to act like a couple.

    When his bright red eyes turned to her, Elena couldn’t move. Because that deep emotion did not let her go.

    He was looking at her with eyes full of lust.

    A man who desires a woman.

    And she was that woman. He stared at her so blatantly, so she ran and ran again.

    “Even in the second life, we kept meeting again.”

    Ellin thought of him and murmured.

    This time, Arkan’s accession was quick. However, the unchanging thing is that he exterminated his family and ascended the throne.

    When she thinks of Arkan, her heart aches.

    He was like a thorn to Ellin. The more she tries to take it out, the deeper it digs and reveals its presence…

    “But now I have nothing to do with you.”

    Her relationship with Arkan was terrible. If it was such a relationship, it would have been better not to be together.

    She didn’t want to be shaken by Arkan any more. It was only after she died that she was able to escape from Arkan.

    If so, will it be Liliana who is associated with Arkan this time?

    For some reason, she felt frustrated. She prayed to God and wanted to calm her heart.

    There was a place she often used when she was alone.

    It was a secret room that Ellin found by chance, and it was a very small room located inside the prayer room.

    Looking out the window there, the moonlight was incredibly beautiful.

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

    Suddenly, Ellin wanted to see the moon there.

    It was contradictory to see the moon there when she wanted to forget Arkan, but that’s how she felt. And that was Ellin’s resting place.

    When she made up her mind, her steps naturally moved there.

    There was no one in the prayer room, and Ellin found the secret room without difficulty.

    The door was opened by lifting the embossed jewel of the fourth priest on the statues of ten priests standing in the temple.

    It was discovered by the young Ellin who had been fiddling with the statues of priests in a previous life.

    It was dusty now that no one was here, but she didn’t care. Ellin liked the room even though it only fit one person.

    Beyond the window of the prayer room, the crescent moon was beautiful.

    Ellin looked at the moon peacefully. It was then she heard a familiar voice.

    “Baby, I can’t!”

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

    ‘Liliana?’

    She had always used a calm and dignified voice now, but she could tell at once.

    It was definitely Liliana’s voice.

    Even if the voice she was using was not the voice of a noblewoman or a soft-spoken saint, she knew it was hers.

    “Ah, saint!”

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

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

    “Me too.”

    “I am always thinking only of the saint.”

    What’s going on?

    Ellin quickly bowed down.

    Noticing what was about to happen, Ellin widened her eyes. The voices of men and women who had burst into laughter began to change strangely.

    Ellin kept her mouth shut at this startling situation.

    The saint was having an affair with the knight in this prayer room overlooked by God.