EIITAB - Chapter 36 < It Is Really That Important What Kind Of Relationship You Have? >
Even If It Is Trampled And Broken
Hestia shook her delicate body, clutching her chest strongly as if she wanted to rip out her heart. Even as her breathing continues to become tangled, she can hear many words of concern for her.
The number of people surrounding Hestia gradually increased. However, none of them offered a helping hand. As she was unable to get up or respond, the commotion around her became even worse.
"Please call someone!"
"But who should I call? The royal side? Or the temple side?"
While they were arguing, Hestia continued to lie down, breathing heavily. Annette closed the distance in an instant and came close to Hestia.
"Everyone, calm down. The priority is to move Lady Hestia to another place so she can rest."
"What you said is correct, Annette."
The nobles nodded and listened to Annette as if they had finally met someone who could resolve this situation. Annette said, turning to her side.
"Sir, Can you please move her for me?"
"Of course."
At her request, someone gently put her words, filled with laughter, into her mouth like flowing water. No matter how much she fell, she did not lose consciousness, so Hestia felt her heart drop when she heard his voice.
Because it was a voice that was familiar to her ears.
'Stephan Cerreto.'
He seemed to be coming towards her, as the sound of his shoes hitting the floor was getting louder and closer.
Why is her hearing becoming more and more sensitive when her body is in such shattering pain?
Hestia listened to the nobles whispering about her.
"But isn't it strange? Saint Hestia may be a bit weak by nature, but she is still a Saintess, right? I heard that those who possess her divine power never get sick..."
"I know, right? I also heard that unless there is physical trauma, you will never get sick. It's like carrying God's grace in your body."
"But why did Saint Hestia...? Is that rumor really true?"
"I heard it too. I wonder if she is trying to get married because her power has run out..."
At that moment, Hestia's curled body twitched slightly. A fishy taste began to form in her mouth.
'It's blood.'
The moment this comes out of her mouth, her speculations will bubble up like bubbles.
'You gave me an excuse... No!'
Hestia stubbornly swallowed her bloody body with difficulty. In the meantime, she saw Stephan Cheretto come to her side.
As he lowered his body, she smelled a sweet scent. Stephan spoke to Hestia in an extremely polite and gentle voice.
"Saintess Hestia, please excuse me for a moment."
The moment she saw his beautiful hand reaching out towards her, Hestia's shoulders naturally shrank even more.
"Please do not refuse. I'm just trying to help her. Please give me the greatest honor to serve you."
She wanted to tell him that it was okay and that he shouldn't touch her body, but she didn't have the strength to lift a finger right now.
'I can't help it.'
Just as Hestia was about to resign herself to the fact that Stephan touching her was something she could not help.
"Move."
A low voice cut through the crowd of people.
Although it was small in size, it was a voice that could not be ignored, so many people were instantly overwhelmed. Among them was Stephan Cerreto. Stephan's fingers twitched in the air as he tried to grab Hestia's shoulder.
After that, a cool voice came and stuck in my head.
"Don't touch her carelessly."
The owner of the animal-like, ferocious howl was none other than Aslan. At the sound of his voice, the crowd split on both sides, as if the sea were splitting, giving way for Aslan to reach Hestia.
It made her wonder if it was this easy for them to reach each other.
Jerk, jerk.
Aslan walked quietly. Each step was heavy, and everyone who was watching this situation swallowed dry saliva. Still, no one could stop him from getting closer to Hestia.
Stephan Ceretto moved his neck loudly and pulled himself away from Hestia. Although his pride was hurt, Aslan's words had an irresistible force, and his body was the first to follow his orders.
"This is what happens to a person who has fallen, and when you listen to it, you can't help but notice it."
No one could refute Aslan's sarcasm. Some of the people who enjoyed the loud gossip turned their heads and cleared their throats or held up fans to hide their red faces.
Aslan stopped in front of her and looked down at her for a moment, his eyes uncertain of what was inside him. The already small woman was crouching down, making her look even smaller.
'If it's according to what you said.'
Aslan's knees, which seemed to never bend under anything, buckled. With a nonchalant expression, he placed one knee on the floor. He stretched out his arm towards Hestia. The fragility that seemed as if it would break at any moment touched his fingertips.
Aslan gritted his teeth.
"She is a woman abandoned by God, so it doesn't matter if I pick her up."
The voice was so low that only Hestia could hear. Aslan picked her up so easily. A look of great surprise appeared on Hestia's face, which had always been expressionless like her porcelain doll.
At that moment, Aslan felt a little bit of joy come into his heart, which had been uncomfortable for some reason.
He tried to leave the banquet hall, but Aslan could not even take a single step and had no choice but to stop in place. Because Annette stopped him.
"Who is it that dares to touch the Saintess's body?"
Aslan chuckled as if it were the same. Annette's face hardened even more because the smile was not friendly at all.
"Put down Saintess Hestia. She will be moved to Sir Stephan's common room, which I have given permission to do."
But Aslan didn't move. In fact, he gave more strength to the hand holding Hestia.
"What if I don't like it?"
Annette frowned at the short words.
"Don't you know who I am?"
She asked with a somewhat trembling voice, but Aslan's response was only sour.
"Do I need to know?"
"..."
Annette let out a small but clearly offended breath. The followers were restless, but Aslan just chuckled. He opened his mouth again in a cold voice.
"I know you are Saintess Annette. However, the northern people don't really like the Saintess, so I don't know what kind of treatment you want, but I can't do it anyway."
"Duke Kalathi! You're rude!"
Annette and her followers found their courage and raised their voices on her behalf. But once they caught Aslan's cold gaze, they quickly curled her tail.
Aslan said, looking at Annette again.
"For me, I feel more anxious about entrusting the Princess's care to you."
'Wow, that's ironic.'
For a moment, Hestia was laughing even though she was unconscious.
'At least she gives me the proper title in front of others.'
That's somewhere. Later she laughed inwardly at the thought of Aslan not having to excuse his rude behavior. Meanwhile, despite hearing those words from Aslan, Annette had no intention of standing in front of him holding Hestia, and getting out of the way.
As his standoff dragged on, Aslan became unable to hide his irritation and clicked his tongue harshly before coldly opening his mouth.
"Do we have to keep arguing here like this?"
Aslan glanced down at Hestia, then raised his head again and looked at Annette calmly and asked.
"Unless you want this person to go wrong, I think it would be best for you to let me go."
That's right. The more she continues to take up his time, the worse it will be for Annette and her. But when things didn't go as she initially planned, something went wrong. Annette twisted her lips and opened her mouth again.
"Do you have qualifications when you point out that I am not qualified? I cannot leave this position unless there is a valid reason that everyone can understand."
Although she was pretending to be relaxed, Annette was stuttering. Because she was overwhelmed by Aslan's energy. But she didn't want to admit it, so she forced her chin up.
Meanwhile, Aslan became irritated by Annette's attitude of constantly holding back his words. He didn't have any intention of hiding it, but just straightened it out on his face and responded bluntly.
"Does it really matter what the relationship is? If it's acceptable, you'll send it to me?"
"Of course."
At Annette's answer, the corner of Aslan's mouth twisted dangerously upward.
"Then you should tell me."
He clicked his tongue briefly. Glancing around him, he saw that everyone was listening to what answer would come out of his mouth. He looked at the nobles surrounding him, Hestia, and Annette as if they were rare exotic animals.
Then, his golden eyes finally caught sight of Hestia's face. The sight of the woman, with a paler complexion than before, holding on tightly to his collar as if it were a lifeline made him grit his teeth. Aslan's only thought was to leave this place for now.
He looked at Annette and his mouth opened. It was a refreshing tone that was not like his usual self.
"I am about to marry the Princess."
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