Chapter 1 A Kind Woman (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
0. A Kind Woman
Her mother was right.
Lara should have listened to her mother when she told her to choose another man besides that prince. If she were to pick the name of a stupid woman who had ruined her own life because of a man, then Lara would pick her own name without any hesitation. A round tear mark had spread over the letter that began with “Dear Mother”.
“Dear Mother”; The words that she had never once said ever since she grew up. Lara thought to herself that this letter would be her last will. Today was the day that she had died, and, somewhere, her mother would listen to the news of her daughter’s death.
Will she be sad?
Will she cry?
Lara would never know.
Lara had been ignoring her mother for too long, this would be her first and last letter to her. She was regretting everything—loving the prince and giving him her whole life, becoming a doll full of lies and pretending to be nice, and eventually, dying without even getting to rebel properly.
[Seeking forgiveness, Lara]
Lara scribbled her name on top of the letter.
Tears flowed again. She quickly raised her head and glared at the ceiling, it was a useless act. Hot tears flowed through the corner of her eyes, passed by her temple, and went to her ears.
“Saintess, you need to go out now.”
The knight commander approached her and reached out his hand to her.
“…Wait a minute.”
Lara wiped her tears and organized the paper on the desk, along with the pencil she was holding. She did something that could have been done by a servant as if she was trying to avoid her death by delaying the time. Seeing Lara, who even tried to organize the ink bottle herself, the knight commander urged her.
“You’re running out of time.”
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Lara stared at his hand and gently put her hand on top of his.
“Can you deliver this letter for me?”
“Yes.”
“What about Prince Sidhar?”
“He’s waiting for you outside.”
The knight commander grabbed her hand and led the way. When she came out of the hallway and looked out the window, she could see an altar in the middle of
the vast square. Countless people gathered in front of the altar, spitting out screams of madness.
“Consecrate the saintess!”
“Kill her!”
“Throw her to the demon!”
Their voices shook the square. The demon wants the saintess. It suddenly appeared and burned half of the Western Hautean in one day. It was terribly strong and cruel. The people who were horror-struck constantly prayed in front of the royal palace and the temple—asking to be saved, wailing that they didn’t want to die.
Then, a rumor began to circulate from someone.
“Everything will be solved if the saintess is offered to the demon.”
There was no need for the temple to take action.
Lara’s sacrifice was a matter of course because she was the saintess of Hautean. Because she was a noble, benevolent, and kind woman like an angel. Because that was how she was made to be.
Kind? Me?
Lara looked back on her life and laughed while twisting her lips. Those people were being fooled. The saintess was a fake. There was no such thing as a saintess in this land in the first place. She was just a delusion created by Prince Sidhar, who coveted the throne. She was just a mere supporting actor in the screenplay that the temple had devised and directed with Prince Sidhar.
Lara strode down the dark hallway and halted her steps. At the end of the hallway, golden hair drenched in the sunshine stood out outside the wide-open door.
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‘It’s the main actor.’
Sidhar Hautean—the man Lara loved so much.