Chapter 5 (2/2)
The people of the slums came to my cry. I gave a command to the escorts who were standing next to me.
“Make a fire! Quickly!”
In a hurry, they set firewoods under a pot prepared by the poor and started a fire. When the pot was heated, people poured Belladonna’s leaves and roots into it.
I crushed it hard.
“I need clean water.”
“There’s a well outside the village, but… I don’t know if there’s water.”
“Ride the carriage quickly! If there is no water, go to the neighboring villages!”
After a certain amount of juice, I used my handkerchief to filter it out. The people’s clothes in the slums were dirty.
Just in time, the men from the slums came with clean water. In there, I put the Belladonna juice and diluted it about a tenth.
“Slightly pour it little by little in the children’s mouths. However, you need to share a cup by tomorrow morning. Feeding at once is dangerous because it’s Belladonna’s poison and can causing trouble and is dangerous.”
Before reversion, I couldn’t use my divine power, so I studied herbal medicine in the hope that it would help in an emergency. But those were later used as evidence of me being a witch.
So I had a fear of doing this. I felt nervous as I watched the children took my medicine. If it didn’t work, people would misunderstand me.
“The convulsions are decreasing!”
“Uh, mother, I’m thirsty.”
Fortunately, the medicine worked and slowly they showed better conditions. I sighed deeply at the sight. I was glad, really.
But I could hear something bad came to my ears.
“Isn’t it faster if she treats them with divine power?”
Same as before the reversion. Such doubts piled up and then I was driven as a witch. I was short of breath for a moment. But soon, I gave my hands strength and opened my mouth.
“I can’t always use divine power freely.”
I always wanted to help those who were in trouble, but I wasn’t able to. Even if I had a little divine power half a year later, it was the same.
The people of the temple and my father had always been against me to use divine power for the poor. It was only for the aristocracy and the royal family, not the poor.
“I can’t come to the slums every time and save people, right?” I spoke a little coldly.
I had to do that to teach those who live outside everyone’s interests how to stand on their own feet, they had to.
“That’s right, it’s not that Lady Saint is always free, we must keep our kids ourselves.”
Fortunately, my message was passed on to people.
“So, I’d rather give you a variety of useful herbs. I cannot always save you.”
I taught them how to use herbs, just like witches. Using poisonous herbs as medicines were against people’s common sense.
“Can everyone remember?”
“Yes! We will try our best!”
“Good. I will come again before summer, so remember it well.”
“Thank you, Lady!”
The children’s parents grabbed my hands and bowed their heads.
“Thank you for saving our children, Saint.”
I was a little nervous. It was true that I helped them, but it was completely different from what a real saint did.
“You are the first Saint who does this for the poor.”
It was uncomfortable to hear that I was a Saint.
Yes, I was called a Saint now, but later, I would be called a fake Saint.
“I have to go, so I hope you remember my warning.”
However, the guard knights and the horseman’s gazes changed. I turned my head because it was a bit burdensome.
“Wait, that…!”
Red hair passed by. It was a face I knew. There was only one person who came to my mind.
Ellaner, the real Saint.
She was so close!
I got up from my seat to chase her. There was a disrupter who tried to track the trail of Ellaner with his eyes.
“Lady, it’s really too late now. The sun is already setting, the Marquis will be worried,” said Sir Solar as he blocked me.
In the meantime, Ellaner’s traces disappeared.
What did she think while watching me? If she knew that she was a Saint with real divine power, she would look and misunderstood me.
I needed to see Ellaner quickly and cleared the misunderstanding that might happen.
“Step aside, the work is not done yet.”
I pushed Sir Solar and walked forward. I hurried all over the slums, but I couldn’t find Ellaner.
“Lady, I think you can stop looking at the slums.”
I barely turned to Sir Solar’s request who had misunderstood my intentions. Even if Ellaner was found, it was hard to talk freely to her in front of Sir Solar.
Since Astein was also looking for her, I would wait.
“Let’s leave.”
After being forced to climb the carriage, I was afraid of what might wait for me. Maybe my father would reprimand me for going to the slums again.
On the surface, he was a benevolent aristocrat who built orphanages and supported it. He was also respected as the brother of a Saint and the father of a Prospective Saint.
However, he terribly ignored and despised the slum people. When he threatened me, he took the children of the orphanage as hostages because he didn’t see them as human beings in the first place.
“Haa…”
After I arrived at the mansion, I got out of the carriage with a little determination. For some reason, my father never showed up when I came back.
Then, I took a bath and hid my ominous feeling.
“Lady, your dinner is ready.”
Soon, Selemion prepared a lot of food for me. She said that I was so skinny. But I didn’t have the appetite. However, I still, barely, put soup and bread in my mouth
Then I asked Selemion, “Where is my father?”
“I don’t know. The Marquis is out, but I don’t know when he’ll be back.”
I thought I had known why he went out. It’s for the Blue Rose.
“Doesn’t the butler know?”
I didn’t want to ask. My father’s closest attendant was a man who despised me as if I was a worm on the day I came to the family. Especially before I decided to be a fake Saint and went to the temple, he didn’t even come to say farewell to me, unlike others.
“Where’s the butler?”
However, because of the inconvenience, I couldn’t avoid him every time. I hardened my heart and went to the butler.
“What can I do for you?”
As always, a hard answer came back, he didn’t even give a title at the end of his sentence. He said that with cold eyes like before.
However, I wasn’t overwhelmed by it and chose to ignore it.
“Where did my father go?”