Incompatible Interspecies Wives

65 – The Saint Who Hates God (4)

Shien took advantage of the break he had gotten after a long time.

For the first time in a while she feels her sunshine away from the heavy breathing and screaming.

She was sitting in a small clearing where the grass grew.

There are paladins who protect her around her, but they turn off her nerves.

Sitting on the grass like this makes her feel like she has returned to the past, and her mind is at peace.

With such a calm heart, Shien looked at the children playing brightly.

Seeing them endlessly bright, ignorant of war and violence, made Shien feel at ease.

In a way, it could be seen as a reward for her sacrifice.

To protect such innocence, they are rolling in the mud.

Working hard for Berg was the first thing to do… But her smile was also one of the things she wanted to protect.

She wanted to do that because she also had a time when she was protected by someone.

Even when she lost her parents and had to face a harsher reality, Berg kept her away from all the mess.

Her similarly young Berg got her hands dirty for her sake.

She prevented me from coming to the slums and gave her advice to settle in her orphanage.

She fought in her stead when her children bullied her.

The wild slum Berg smiled kindly at herself.

“…”

If someone who didn’t know her saw her childhood, she might think she was unhappy.

Her body has been suffering from pain since she was a child.

When she got better, she was almost sold out as a prostitute in a slum.

Losing her parents.

Her being an orphan…

But to Shien, all the memories of her childhood were like treasure.

Especially since Berg was together, it was a memory that I couldn’t let go of anything.

Her seven years with him were the happiest of her life.

It was the same until now.

She is holding on day by day, relying on those days.

I am still waiting to rewrite the story with Berg, which was cut off.

If the church listened to it, it would surely turn inside out.

The saintess of chastity wants to dedicate her body and soul to a man.

But Shien said that was what she meant from the beginning.

Her heart was always on Bergman.

Now that he’s survived like this, she could give her all for him.

I was still working hard for a future where he wouldn’t die.

As much as she spent her childhood together, her feelings for Berg were rooted in her heart.

He didn’t love her as a saint like other people did.

He loved an orphan named Shien.

As time goes by, I feel how miraculous his unrequited love was.

It wasn’t something that everyone could experience naturally.

Shien looked at the pattern of Hea on the back of her hand.

“…”

Thought she had hundreds of times more.

If it wasn’t for this pattern, how would I be living now?

“…”

…He must have been with Berg.

He must have been within reach if I stretched out my hand.

She must have spent the day relaxing, hugging her, as always.

You must have touched and felt each other.

Maybe even gave birth to some cute children.

-Toduk…

Tears flowed from Shien’s face again as he thought so.

“…”

This was the side effect of rest.

She was at least better because she had no time to think about anything else on the battlefield, but given so much time, her heart aches as if it would break again.

After all the happy imaginations, only the current reality and the image of Berg shedding tears at the moment of parting came to mind.

‘…Don’t go, Xian…Please…’

Berg, who did not budge even when he was beaten to death, ignored because he was from a slum, or said goodbye to his friends, wept weakly at his cruel words.

‘Please… please. I don’t want it to end like this.’

It was Berg who begged for his pride.

She was the one who listened to everything for her, but Shien couldn’t even listen to that one plea.

That hurt so much.

I’m so sorry.

“…Saint, it’s prayer time.”

At that moment, a paladin cautiously approached and said.

Shien nodded her head, wiping away her tears.

She takes her eyes off the children who remind her of her and Berg’s past.

Then I got up with difficulty.

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– Kung.

Shien entered her prayer room alone and she shut the door.

The prayer time is back again today.

The stone statue in the shape of her hair looked down at Shien.

She knelt in front of her hair in her familiar movement.

Then I memorized a prayer that never changed.

‘…May you be happy. May you be safe.’

This was not a prayer to honor Hea. It was only a prayer for Berg.

‘…I hope you… Miss me as much as I do.’

Then, suddenly, an unholy thought entered her head.

With that thought, she couldn’t continue her prayer any longer.

Momentary anger fills her head.

“…”

I wonder if it’s because I shed tears thinking about Berg again today.

Hea asks questions that have not been answered even after being asked hundreds of times without getting tired of them.

“…Why…”

Her stone statue looked down at her motionless.

“…Why me? Please answer me…”

How nice it would have been if the pattern hadn’t appeared.

How comfortable it would have been if this heavy karma had been given to someone else.

It has the miraculous power of healing people with a single gesture, but I’ve never wanted it.

“…Why me?”

Shien spoke to Hea, who didn’t answer.

“…Why…Us?”

It hurts too much to dismiss everything as having a deep meaning.

Within seconds, Shien prayed while shaking her hand.

“…Hea, please…”

I sincerely try to put my whole heart into it. I hope Hea will listen to her this time.

“…Can you please let me go?”

Her voice echoes in the empty room.

“Can you let me go… Can you choose another saint? You’ve tried hard enough…I’ve sacrificed enough…”

Shien sometimes resented my weak heart.

If she was as strong as Berg, she wouldn’t act like this.

I want to throw everything away and run away, but I keep thinking about the future.

How will the church react if we run away from here?

How many innocent people and children will die because of that choice.

What will happen to my colleagues?

…What will happen to the berg.

I can’t run away from those thoughts.

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As long as the pattern remained, it had to stay like this.

It wasn’t once or twice that the pattern felt like a prisoner’s label.

If the damage only came to him, he would be able to endure it all.

But that wasn’t the case, so Shien couldn’t help but suffer so much.

“….”

Seeing Hea who didn’t answer today, Shien stopped crying.

“…”

Suddenly, her hand goes to her bosom.

A necklace made of Hea’s pattern came out of the bosom.

– Jjallang…

The pattern resembles a flower.

With her dead eyes, Shien took off her necklace, held it in her left hand … And looked at the back of her right hand with the pattern of Hea on it.

-…Squat!

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Sien attended the afternoon meeting of the warrior party.

Everybody’s blood is turning after a long break.

Only Shien couldn’t do that.

Seeing her appear with her swollen eyes, her sylprien opens her mouth.

“…Saint…”

I sighed as I looked at her bandaged right hand.

“Stop, saintess… Again…”

Shien felt sorry for her because she seemed to have caused them concern.

“…Sorry.”

“…”

And when she apologized, her sylphrien shut her mouth.

Silprien, who had seen how hard Shien was suffering internally, did not rush to comfort her.

Shien thought that maybe she was chosen by the God of Harmony, so he could tune her well.

And when Sylprien didn’t say anything, she put the warrior Felix and the centaur Akran shut her mouth.

She seemed to think it would be better for everyone to pretend they didn’t know.

“…Let’s work hard a little more, we.”

Nevertheless, Felix energized the party.

The war was coming to an end. That was the unchanging truth.

Shien also nodded her head. I take a deep breath and hide my heart.

Even superficially, it gives off energy.

Felix let out a long sigh.

“The next destination is not to capture the demon king or his right arm. Because the information came in that the city located along the supply route of the front line was in danger. I think we have to go free from there.”

“Where is it?”

Akran asks.

“The Jacksons of the South.”

Felix replied.

“Are you a human family?”

Shien asked.

“Right. Sylprien?”

Silprien takes over Felix’s words.

As always, list information about the destination.

“Yes. According to my friends, it seems that Yeongji’s situation has deteriorated rapidly recently. One thing is that the war got longer… but the other thing was that Prince Jackson, who was the head of the family, passed away.”

Akran stroked his chin.

“…Lord Jackson must have had good leadership skills? If the family head died, the situation in Yeongji would rapidly deteriorate.”

Silprien shook her head.

“On the contrary.”

“Huh?”

“…He passed away without properly deciding on a successor…A fierce battle broke out between his sons…”

“Isn’t it normal for the eldest son to take over?”

“While that would be common… the Duke of Jackson had several wives of his own. Each wife also had a son. It must have been complicated.”

“Ah. Polygamy.”

Akran snorted her.

Felix sighed.

“…Whatever it is, let’s go. As always, helping wherever there is a place to help along the way.”

“Let’s do it.”

“Yes.”

“…Yes.”

After the story ended, Felix looked at Xien with worried eyes.

“…Holy Lady, if you are tired, take a few more days off-“

“-No.”

Shien shook her head. Pretending to be okay

It wasn’t just me who was having a hard time.

“Thank you for your concern.”

Akran also speaks.

“…You don’t have to decline. You can’t think of acting up to our standards. We have as much stamina left as we help each other, whether we help each other or lift them up. It’s quite different from the saintess who has to stand up alone. It is right for us to adjust to the saintess.”

“It’s because I got enough rest, Akran. I was just shaken when I heard that name from yesterday.”

Felix, Akran, and Silprien immediately exchanged glances.

Cien did not lose and expressed his opinion.

I don’t know if a day or two difference won’t be big, but I want to get things done as quickly as possible.

I want to go back to Berg soon.

I had to go back to him, but I felt like I could finally rest.

I dream of a happy future that will come one day.

“Come on. Let’s go, everyone.”

So she said.

He showed a fake smile again today.

“…Thank you for your consideration.”