EIITAB - Chapter 35 < What Shakes >
Even If It Is Trampled And Broken
Naturally, he remembered the humiliation suffered by Hestia that he had witnessed during the day. The other person was a 5- year-old child. Did you say that children are the mirror of adults?
Obviously, the little girl was not careful and used her mouth carelessly in front of her, so it is likely that the little girl also raised her voice in front of Hestia. Aslan could clearly guess how much they were talking about Hestia behind her back, even though he didn't know about it. She said,
'She's a fake Saintess.'
It wasn't even funny. Some fake person received her oracle. She may just be trying to leave the temple, but je never thought she would deny a person's life so thoroughly.
At that time, the whispers of the nobles reached Aslan's ears.
"Will Hestia come today too?"
"Wouldn't you like to?"
"Then why are you suddenly looking for her?"
"Isn't there something wrong with the temple due to Annette's appearance?"
"Hmm... Yes? I somehow got the feeling that it would be like that too. Of course, it's not certain."
"But even if Saintess Hestia returns to her palace again, won't her situation be in trouble?"
Even if Hestia were to marry a prestigious high-ranking noble, she could have issues with the legitimacy of her royal family in the future.
So on Yorgos' part, he was trying to dispel the rumor that Hestia should get married. Even if she gave in and the royal family arranged a mixed husband, there was a high chance that he would choose someone who did not fit Hestia's standards as her partner.
Suddenly Aslan became curious.
'She must know the princess too, right?'
As she tries to leave the temple, numerous rumors will follow her like a tag. She will probably burn like dry grass on fire.
'No matter what she does, it will never be erased."
It was difficult to believe that Hestia, who did not like gossip, chose to get married on her own.
'But why? Why is that like that? Why does she want to get married so badly?
He couldn't figure out why. Aslan felt the urge to ruffle his hair as he pleased. But if he does that here, they'll be like,
'He's a barbarian after all.'
Aslan held back because he thought he would hear the same nonsense again. He doesn't really pay attention to it, but he doesn't think there's any need to buy it and listen to it. He breathed slowly.
'Well, since she experienced something like that during the day, she might not be able to attend the night banquet.'
But why did he think that Hestia would naturally attend this banquet, and why did he come so foolishly?
'It's all because of those words. I've always been curious.'
He unconsciously clenched his fists. He was getting sick of himself trying to figure out what she meant. Aslan took a deep breath on purpose to control his disturbed mind.
'Seeing as she hasn't shown up yet, it looks like she doesn't want to come anyway, so I guess I'll have to go back too."
That was when he was getting ready to leave.
"Saintess Hestia is entering."
Contrary to Aslan's wishes, Hestia appeared. Aslan sneered. As expected, she was someone who always behaved differently from his expectations.
The door opened and Hestia slowly appeared outside. The banquet hall suddenly became quiet. Aslan, who had inadvertently glanced in that direction, also had no choice but to take a vain breath.
"Damn...."
A lot of low-pitched swear words flowed from one's teeth. Unlike during the day when Hestia was wearing her neat attire, She was wearing a pure white dress that exposed her shoulders.
People were mesmerized with every step she took. The sight of the hem of her dress sparkling as if a star had fallen from the sky, and her silver hair fluttering around her back like a spring haze was completely unrealistic, she.... she was beautiful.
Although he hated admitting it more than dying.
"You all seem to be having a good time."
As she raised her voice, people suddenly realized that Hestia had appeared alone without her escort. Hestia slowly walked toward the center of the banquet hall and stopped. Her lips were redder than during the day, and her slightly wet violet eyes looked mournful.
Her classical atmosphere was not something that could be imitated just because someone was jealous.
"I don't know if I ruined the mood,"
She said.
"Let's resume playing."
At her glance, the orchestra turned on its bow again and played the song.
Aslan, who was looking at Hestia as if fascinated by her, slowly let out the breath she had been holding. As he was about to take his gaze away from Hestia, he looked at her face again with a frown on her face.
He didn't notice at first, but this time he recognized it. Hestia's condition was not so good.
'I heard you're really foolish.'
Feeling like his stomach was burning, Aslan snatched a glass of wine from an attendant passing by and drank it in one go. Meanwhile, Hestia also looked around her and paused for a moment when she saw Aslan attending the party.
She looked like someone who had never expected to attend the night's banquet. However, she immediately put her mask back on smiled, and greeted several people who came to say hello.
Only then did the atmosphere of being overwhelmed by Hestia gradually ease and return to its original state. The nobles who were buzzing near Aslan also continued whispering in lower voices than before.
"But. Maybe there is another reason?"
"For what reason?"
"What... There may be a problem with Saintess Hestia herself..?."
"Shh! Even if it's just between us, we can't say things like that in a place like this!"
"Hoho, look at my mind. Will you all keep this secret?"
They seem like stupid guys.
Aslan listened to the nobles' stories, and although he did not know everything else, he thought one thing was certain. To the royal family and to the temple, Hestia has nowhere to go.
His grip holding the glass grew stronger. Then, in his field of vision, several drunken male nobles who had been flattering Annette just moments ago came staggering towards Hestia.
"Hestia! Long time no see!"
"I am relieved to see that everyone is enjoying themselves comfortably."
As the men approached, the smell of alcohol hit my nostrils and she felt sick. However, Hestia did not show any signs and responded kindly to them.
"It's an honor to meet you at a banquet like this! You don't really attend parties!"
Before Hestia could open her mouth to say anything, his companions were listening to her words.
"Anyway, shouldn't you attend events like this diligently now? To find someone to be your husband."
The glances they secretly exchanged among themselves were quite sinister. Hestia couldn't help but burst into laughter because her intention to think that they too might have a chance could be read so clearly.
Meanwhile, their eyes were busy scanning Hestia. Even though he was under the influence of alcohol, it was an extremely unreasonable act. Is the rumor that she is looking for a marriage partner something that makes her look this easy?
'Or is he doing this because he wants to score more points with Annette?'
Hestia swallowed her bitter smile. It was time to think for a moment about what words to criticize their rudeness
'... Uh?'
As Hestia unconsciously turned her head to tuck her hair behind her, she saw Annette coming towards her. The two women's eyes soon met.
Hestia's eyebrows narrowed slightly. Her eyes were cold as she looked back at the men. As expected, she thought he was Annette's follower, just as she had guessed.
'It's going to be a bother, so I'd better get out of the way!'
The moment Hestia was about to make an appropriate excuse to move, Hestia felt as if she heard a 'ping' sound in her head. "Ugh."
While she stumbled for a moment, she pretended that Annette was blocking her escape route.
"Hestia."
Annette smiled, closed her eyes, and smiled. And she quickened her pace towards Hestia. Standing next to her was Stephan Ceretto, whom Hestia had been looking for during the day. At that moment, Hestia felt extremely dizzy.
"... Ugh."
Her intense headache and nausea which never seemed to go away took over her.
"Saint Hestia? Are you okay? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"
Hestia couldn't tell whether she was standing on her floor or on her undulating waves. The space becomes distorted and people stumble. No, it might be her who is shaking. The sight before her eyes kept blinking.
'Why already......!'
These symptoms occurred in her last life, a month before her death.
Hestia took a deep breath and tried to somehow get her breathing back. But she couldn't stand upright at all. Eventually, her knees buckled, and Hestia's body collapsed to the floor. No, he was close to falling over.
"Aaaah!"
"Saintess Hestia! Are you okay?"
So naturally, people around her noticed this and raised their voices.
"It's okay...."
She tried to tell her back that there was nothing to worry about, but she wasn't having it easy. It felt like something hot was climbing up her throat and blocking her airways.
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