Chapter 150
“And to the child that will one day be conceived in your body…”
Ragnar slightly lowered his head, as if to convey the most intimate words.
“I will bestow every blessing that exists in the world.”
“……”
“I will teach that child everything I know. So that the child can grow to be stronger than anyone else.”
“……”
“I will cherish that child, just as I cherish you.”
For the first time, Arzeletta realized.
“Your child will have only the protection of God.”
That truthful kindness could destroy her just as much as contempt and violence.
“Arzeletta.”
Ragnar leaned down to her again, who had gone silent as if she had frozen. His pronunciation was still aristocratic and neat, but his calling was a little more desperate.
Arzeletta’s condition was visibly serious. Her face, as if she would faint at any moment, was pale and bloodless.
Ragnar blamed himself for a moment. He might have done something foolish.
But he couldn’t help it.
Even Ragnar, who strove for perfection in everything… had no experience or skill in this kind of matter.
It might also have been a problem that he spoke in a stiff, commanding tone, as if addressing his subordinates. He knew well that she had a weak disposition that easily cowered. He cleared his throat with a hmm.
“Don’t worry too much.”
“……”
“I am certain.”
Arzeletta lowered her gaze. The hand that gripped her cold hand was slightly hurried, unlike him.
This great man was, at this moment, feeling anxious because of her.
“Everyone in this domain will come to love you, Arzeletta.”
“……”
“Just as I have.”
In the end. He added in a low voice and kissed the tips of Arzeletta’s nails again.
She thought.
In her difficult life, there had never been a moment as cruel as this one.
“When you are afraid and tormented, you may hide behind me at any time.”
“……”
“You may run to me at any time.”
She had truly never… for a single moment, felt this despair.
“Because I will become a wall that will never crumble, Arzeletta.”
Arzeletta curled up on herself. Ragnar inhaled. She couldn’t even make a sound, and just gripped the sheet that covered her body and bowed her head.
As if to hide her face from the world.
Ragnar waited silently. She, too, must be confused. The anxiety and fear Arzeletta was experiencing would be far greater than his impatience.
“…You would be breaking the vow you made to God.”
It was the first words Arzeletta could manage to speak after a long silence. Ragnar smiled faintly again. Even at a moment like this, she was a woman who was most concerned with the vow he had made to God.
Now, Ragnar had no doubt that his God had cast this humble woman into his life as a test. There was no other way to explain this emotion.
He could not justify to himself, by any reason, his surrender to this maid, as if he had been caught in a whirlwind.
If those nights when they had found each other as if possessed were not a test from God… then it could only have been an ominous curse.
And between this woman and himself, there was no way such an ill omen could intervene.
Ragnar had never seen anyone with a more upright and pure faith than Arzeletta.
He, who had never wavered at any temptation, had surrendered to a maid in the lowest place in his domain. It was the providence of a great God.
Ragnar was convinced that it was his duty to embrace this beautiful gem, who had served in the lowest position, into his life.
“If you break your vow, I don’t know what kind of punishment will befall you, My Lord.”
“I will have to pay the price.”
At the word, “price,” Ragnar said calmly, seeing her green eyes once again harden.
“I intend to step down from the position of Holy Knight.”
“……!”
“All the military honors I have received until now will be erased. My name will not remain in the history of Impellias.”
Arzeletta shook her head hastily.
The greatest Holy Knight in Impellias’s history was trying to erase his own name from that history.
These were the things that this steadfast man had achieved throughout his life. It must be an honor he held more precious than life itself.
All the traces of the life he had lived in such a way.
“Arzeletta.”
…All of it, he intended to throw away for her, who was merely a lowly slaughterhouse maid.
“Once I have decided, I will not look back on anything.”
Her fingertips trembled. She painfully endured the man who, in the end, did not let go of her hands.
Yes. I know. Everyone said so in unison.
That the great Holy Knight Ragnar von Rosenburg had never learned how to make excuses.
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