Chapter 6 (1/2)

The butler looked at me with a blunt face and turned to the document he was holding. It was familiar, so I calmly waited for his answer.

After waited for a moment, he gave me an answer. Still, this was faster than before.

“The Marquis went to Lucderin Street.”

It was a downtown area. A place selling luxury goods such as fancy jewelry and clothes for nobles.

“What did he go for?”

“I don’t know. But The Marquis said he’d meet someone.”

Was the Marquis trying to contact Blue Rose?

In my memory, Astein was a stronger knight than anyone else. Even if dozens of knights attack, he could protect me for a long time.

But that didn’t guarantee that he could avoid the assassin. I wanted to find out at least when and where they’d be working.

“When will father come back?”

“The Marquis said he would come late after dinner.”

“I see.”

I thought I should wait first.

“When the Marquis returns, I will give you a message, so you can rest in your room.”

I was slightly surprised by the word ‘message’. So far, the butler had never shown this kindness. He had never greeted me if I came back or went to the temple.

I looked at the butler with my eyes wide open to his strange manner.

“Oh, maybe you don’t need it.”

He still replied in a hard voice without looking at me. He still hated me as the shame of the Marquis Futor.

“Thank you.”

But I chose to go back to my room, left him without my answer.

In my room, Selemion was waiting with warm tea and refreshments.

“Why do you look so happy?”

“My Lady, you know. Sir Solar is bragging about you.”

“Me? Why?”

“He said you’re praised more than the Saints in the slums. You did a miracle.”

I didn’t really want this. What I did wasn’t a miracle. In the beginning, I wasn’t a person who could make miracles.

“I have only made medicine.”

“That’s a miracle! A lady who didn’t know anything about it delivered the medicine that God gave her.”

Turned out, it worked out better. If they believed that and started to reveal the truth, people wouldn’t blame me.

My father couldn’t hold me and make me a fake Saint.

“Thanks to you, my shoulders have also risen a bit.”

“Is that so?”

I felt a little bit stung by Selemion’s reaction.

“But the butler ignores it, for something sacred you’ve done.”

Wasn’t that a natural response?

The butler’s family had been a very loyal family for generations. So, after I became a Saint, it was said that after a while, he would return to his hometown to take a break. Then, he would come back when the next prospective saint was born.

“Ck, our Lady did a great job as the Saint…. I hate the butler.”

Selemion continued to keep picking on the butler. It was a little unfamiliar to me.

“So you’ll be the best Saint. Will the Marquis and the Saint also compliment you?”

“Is this something to be praised for?”

“Of course! Don’t you know how wonderful is that?”

Would Astein compliment me if I told him about this?

Suddenly, I looked at the silver bracelet on my hand, a gift he gave for my birthday as a compliment.

Just looking at it made me feel like Astein was stroking my hair.

“Oh my, My Lady! Are you shy?”

My face looked red. By the time I barely gave an excuse, the butler announced that my father had arrived.

I hid my complicated feelings and moved toward the front door.

However, before I even got to the front door, my father’s laughter was heard. It sounded like he had everything in the world.

He laughed more pleasantly as soon as he found me.

“Freya, they said you showed a miracle today? Ho ho, finally, you’re spreading the word of God! Soon you will be able to show your divine power properly.”

He’d got it all wrong. However, it wasn’t too bad for him to believe and be vigilant.

My father seemed to want to hug me, so I stepped back a step away from my sloppy father. Then, I noticed there was a bright and cute flower on my father’s chest that didn’t suit him.

“They said that God will select and picked up a person to bless within a month, so I think today is the day God blessed me.”

Did he successfully contact the Blue Rose?

I smelled a strong liquor from my father who didn’t know my anxiety. He looked at me and giggled.

“Do you know how frustrating it was to think that after you entered the house, you were going to cut off the support of the Saint? Hm?”

He was drunk. He cursed me without being aware of the eyes of his employees.

“Do you know how much money you’ve spent? I don’t know Duke Pamir was overlooked by the Empress to find her lack of divinity and to search for a saint. Blue Rose bastards! That time, they found you and I paid for it. But how dare you ignore me like this?”

I couldn’t believe that it was Blue Rose who passed me to the Marquis. I didn’t even think about it.

Even though they knew I didn’t have divine power? Since then, I had become a feathered bird living in a broken cage.

“Well, there are many things similar to Blue Rose.”

I saw the yellow flower on his chest again. Yellow carnation?

I frowned upon knowing its flower language. Did it feel good to get something like that?

I despise you.

I stared at the flower that represented my heart.

“Cheeky bastard, I’m going to break your nose at the Imperial banquet next week! I’ll go to another world before I feel ashamed, ha ha ha.”

My heart was beating hard again. I’m a little bit worried about Astein now.

“Who are you talking about?”

I tried to ask as nuanced as I could. But my father wasn’t listening to me at all.

“Freya, please take your divine power back. So when I go into the grave, I can see the face of my ancestors proudly.”

It seemed not easy to get the information I wanted. He was drunk more than I thought. Even the butler and a knight had to support him to walk to his room. But I blocked their way.

“I will take you to your room.”

Now was the chance. I had to figure out the identity of the people who were aiming for Astein.

My father would’ve pushed me as usual, but I still tried to support him myself.

“I’ll do it.” The butler said, he didn’t want to leave my father to me.

“It’s okay. I can do this too.”

After hung my father’s arm over my shoulder, I brought him to his room on the third floor. A room where there wasn’t much warmth left after the wife of the Marquis died.

I laid him on the bed there. The butler had followed me in case I fell.

“Bring warm honey tea. If my father’s like this, he will wake up and suffer tomorrow.”