Chapter 105
Instead, he felt regret as he looked at the Saintess within arm’s reach.
If only Burt weren’t there, he could imprison her immediately. Unconsciously, he reached out his hand.
“Shah-Naz.”
It was Burt calling his name that brought Shah-Naz back to his senses.
‘What was I just thinking?’
Shah-Naz, bewildered, rubbed his face and stepped back. What was he about to do?
“Even if I think about it, I mustn’t show it.”
He had almost done something insane.
“We’ll meet again at the welcome party.”
With that, Burt escorted the Saintess out of the room. The holy knights assigned as her guards followed closely behind.
‘It’s not the right time yet.’
Shah-Naz tried to calm himself.
Yes, there will be plenty of opportunities. They would be staying in the palace for a while.
‘Something feels off.’
He had always disliked her, but this feeling was different.
Irene glanced back slightly, but Shah-Naz was already gone.
‘Is this the source of my ominous premonition?’
Shah-Naz wouldn’t openly commit any act if he wasn’t insane, but the uneasy feeling wouldn’t go away.
‘I don’t want to be consumed by this feeling.’
She didn’t want to appear weak. Irene raised her head and looked forward even more confidently.
“It’s best if you don’t go around alone.”
Burt advised Irene.
“I’ll be careful.”
“Please do.”
Together, they entered the hall. The welcome party was already in full swing.
“Welcome, Saintess.”
Somehow arriving first, Shah-Naz greeted them. He didn’t seem like the person who had appeared strange just moments ago.
“Please enjoy yourselves to the fullest.”
After a brief greeting, Shah-Naz mingled with the crowd.
As soon as the highest-ranking king had finished his greeting, a rush of people swarmed towards Irene.
Before long, she was surrounded by a crowd of people, each eager to introduce themselves. The atmosphere hadn’t been like this in the Land of the East, where Guy’s presence had kept things more subdued.
At first, Irene patiently greeted each person, but she soon grew weary.
“I need a break.”
Whispering to Burt as she tugged on his arm, he smoothly led her through the crowd to a resting room.
“Phew.”
Since it was a room designed for women, Irene was the only one inside.
“I’ll fetch Lani.”
Burt moved to call for Lani, who had followed them, while a holy knight stood guard at the door.
Once people were gone, she finally sat down comfortably on the sofa and took a deep breath.
She understood the people’s desire to win the favor of the rarely seen Saintess, but it was too much.
Leaning back drowsily on the sofa, she heard a faint sound outside. Listening closely, she realized it was a child crying.
“Pii, Pi!”
The sound seemed to be coming from outside, so she approached the window and looked down to see a small child with red hair crouching and crying.
Looking closer, she noticed the child was holding something in their hands.
“Pi, don’t die.”
Hearing that, Irene realized the child was holding a small bird.
“Is Pi hurt?”
When she spoke, the child flinched and looked up at her. The child had a rather pretty face.
“Yes, it’s all my fault. The maid told me not to open the cage, but I did, and Pi got hurt. What should I do? I can’t be without Pi.”
The child answered while sobbing. Although the words weren’t clear, it was easy to understand the situation.
“Why don’t you take Pi to a physician?”
“The physician doesn’t know how to treat birds. That’s why I came here. I heard that the High Priest could heal Pi.”
Irene tilted her head at the child’s words. Priests preferred to stay in the central area, but they couldn’t all be gathered there.
That’s why there were Priests dispatched to each country.
“There should be a Priest here too.”
“That person is mean!”
The child said, huffing.
“They said they couldn’t treat a bird!”
Judging by the quality of the clothes, the child seemed to be of noble birth. Why would the treatment be refused, then?
Puzzled, Irene gestured to the child.
“Come here. I’ll help you.”
Healing a small bird wasn’t a difficult task, so she called the child over.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
“Wow, thank goodness. Pi!”
The child quickly got up and ran over, extending their hands with the bird.
In the small hands was an injured bird, gasping for breath and near death.
“Hold on.”
Irene calmed the child and began to channel her divine power towards the bird, but something felt off.
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