Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 45

The rain that fell from the sky showed no signs of stopping easily.

Yet, no one complained about the rain. It was inevitable. After all, this rain contained the blessing of the saintess.

The parched earth soaked up the water, sprouts raised their heads, bestowing blessings on every living creature.

“Ah, Saintess!”

Now, no one doubted that Irene was the saintess, except for one person—her alone.

Ramiel curled up and sat, looking out the window.

“The saint.”

Her last hopes were shattered. The saintess was not her, but Irene.

‘Why?’

No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t understand why it had to be Irene and not herself.

‘If it’s going to be like this, I wish…’

It would have been better if she had not been a candidate for saintess.

Now, even those who used to praise her as the perfect saintess in the past seemed reprehensible. She wanted to cry, but her tears had dried up, and no more came.

Meanwhile, the garden became noisy. When she looked out the window, she saw a few people standing in the garden, getting soaked, yet they were smiling brightly.

Seeing that twisted her insides.

“Ugh!”

Even when she tried to vomit, nothing came out. Ramiel coughed and clutched her throat with both hands.

‘Save me.’

The world felt terrifying.

‘Save me.’

She lacked the courage to face others. Then, from somewhere, a voice came.

“I will save you.”

Had she spoken aloud? Ramiel slowly blinked and touched her lips with her fingers.

‘Did I say that?’

Or had someone else spoken?

But Ramiel was the precious only daughter of the ducal house. Even if her worth as a candidate for saintess had vanished, her position remained unchanged. Who could have sneaked into her room?

“Who’s there?”

Her whispered question met with no reply.

Yes, she must have heard wrong. Ramiel thought this as she got up. She planned to lie in bed and close her eyes for a moment.

‘To think I can sleep in such a situation.’

As she thought this and started walking, the voice came again.

“Ramiel.”

A low but beautiful voice called her name. Startled, she stopped in her tracks, and the voice called out again.

“Ramiel.”

“Who are you?”

“You know me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

The voice responded gently.

“How dare you intrude into the Maras Ducal House and spout nonsense? Reveal yourself! Or I shall call for help.”

“Nonsense? That’s hurtful to hear.”

Suddenly, a small light appeared in a corner of the room. It was a tiny, delicate light, like that of a firefly.

It was just a trivial light, yet strangely, it felt familiar.

“I am that, Ramiel.”

“‘That’ who?”

“The light you’ve been looking at all this time.”

Ramiel, as if enchanted, continued.

“The only goddess in this world.”

Then she hastily covered her mouth with her hand.

There should be no goddess here. She resides in high places, visible only in certain locations within the temple.

It was impossible for her to be here.

“Are you really a goddess? You must be lying.”

“Ramiel, what do you think is a lie?”

Ramiel slowly walked towards the light and carefully cupped her hands around it. The fluttering light gently settled on her palms.

Despite its small size, it radiated warmth. There was no mistake. This light felt the same as the light she had seen on the day she was first named a candidate for saintess.

“O goddess.”

“Ramiel.”

“Why have you become so small?”

“That would be a long story.”

The light began to explain its past softly.

In the beginning, the goddess created this world and its first life. She made it in her own image, and even gave it a name.

“Impossible!”

The goddess bestowed much affection on her first creation. She gave it beauty, a voice to match, and power.

She was the first saintess, Camille. Ramiel knew this legend up to that point.

But the light revealed a side of the story she had not known.

“Camille was too greedy.”

She wanted all the goddess’s love for herself. Thus, ignoring the duties bestowed upon her by the goddess, she withered other life forms with her jealousy.

“Unbelievable!”

“That’s why I sealed Camille.”

As she was the first creature created and one loved deeply, the goddess couldn’t bring herself to destroy her entirely. It was the best mercy the goddess could offer.

But Camille did not see it that way.

‘Why must I be imprisoned?’

Camille questioned this and began to fall further into corruption. Gradually, her form distorted, and darkness consumed her.

“She became a demon.”