EIITAB - Chapter 115 < Let's Listen >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Dr. Vito entered the room with a puzzled face and stopped when he saw Aslan desperately hugging Hestia. Aslan looked like a child who didn't know how to do anything. A beat later, Dr. Vito sighed and raised his voice.
"Put her on the bed, come on!"
Only then did Aslan follow Dr. Vito's words and carefully hug the limp Hestia. As soon as she was laid down on her bed, Dr. Vito approached her and began to examine her.
"Why did she become like this?"
"I don't know either. Suddenly she collapsed. What is the reason?"
Dr. Vito frowned even more and looked at Hestia. First, he tried various simple treatments, but Hestia did not respond to any of them. The night passed like that.
Dr. Vito lifted him up with a tired look on his face.
"What is the status? What do you think?"
"Your Excellency, I will do my best to monitor her condition and find the cause of her illness... First of all, since the Princess uses divine power, it seems right to call the High Priest here as well."
Since she was not an ordinary person, the remarks were intended to address cases where a diagnosis cannot be made through the power of medicine alone. Aslan, who managed to understand what he meant despite his confusion, immediately nodded his head in agreement.
He moved directly and opened the door.
"Jerome, go and bring the High Priest."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
At first, Aslan thought about going to see him in person but immediately gave up his thoughts. He didn't want when Hestia to come to her senses, even for a moment, and he didn't be by her side.
Aslan, who had been watching Jerome's back as he left, immediately turned his body and tried to return to Hestia's side,
***
In one night, the atmosphere in Duke Kalathi's castle became chaotic. This was because the news that Hestia had fallen spread quickly.
The only doctor in the castle runs to the hostess's room, Madame Philippa looks distraught, and Angela sobs like a person who has lost her mind. No one could tell them exactly what the situation was, but everyone could tell that the mood was unusual.
Martin and Philippa belatedly tried to control people's mouths, but the rumor spread quickly as if it were running fast. This fact reached the ears of not only the castle's occupants but later also the envoys and pilgrims staying in the outbuildings.
Everyone from the south was worried about Hestia and wanted to meet her, but Aslan cut them off in the middle. The area in front of Hestia's room was strictly controlled, and only four people could enter through the door: Angela, Lady Philippa, Dr. Vito, and Aslan.
At the end of the hallway, Madame Philippa appeared with hurried steps. She almost ran and said to Aslan.
"Sir, I may be rude, but I feel I need to tell you something, so I have come to see you."
"What's going on?"
Aslan did not hide his annoyance and he answered half-heartedly. Since she was not unaware of his feelings, Madame Philippa brought up her business as quickly as possible.
"One of the pilgrim members who heard that Madam had collapsed is causing a scene, saying he must see Madam."
A deep vertical furrow appeared between Aslan's eyebrows.
"Take some knights with you and subdue them."
Aslan seemed to have no time to worry about that and cut her off without mercy. Normally Madame Philippa would have easily understood even if he had said that much, but not today. With difficulty, she tried her luck.
"But the man is insisting on meeting Madame. He says that only he can fix it... I couldn't stop myself and came to tell you this."
At that moment, Aslan's eyes wavered. He spoke as if he were possessed, holding his breath without realizing it.
"I'll go now."
His hand gripping the door handle tightened. If that person say something nonsense, he will never let him go. Aslan thought about such things and caught his breath. He turned again, but instead of entering the room, he stood and made a request to the doctor.
"Dr. Vito, you are watching."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"If you see improvement or the situation is strange, contact us right away."
"I will."
Aslan nodded his head and left the room first. He spoke to the knights guarding Hestia's door.
"By the way, when the High Priest arrives, have him wait in the next room. Don't let them in until I get there."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
After giving a short command, Aslan walked quickly towards the outbuilding. He planned to resolve it as quickly as possible and stay by Hestia's side again.
As soon as he entered the annex building, he was confronted by a man who was yelling at the knights to let go of his bound arms. He was a familiar figure. But Aslan wasn't a person worth pretending to know, and he didn't want to, so Aslan spoke right away, skipping even a greeting.
"You want to meet my wife?"
When Aslan asked a question, Stephan Ceretto finally stopped rioting. At the same time, he took a deep breath. This was because Aslan, who was already a threat, appeared with a tired look that seemed significantly more sensitive. Because of that, Sthepan felt even more intimidated. But even though he was scared, Stephan Ceretto did not erase the challenging look in his eyes.
"Please let me meet Saintess Hestia!"
"Why?"
Aslan refused his request with all his might.
"Tell me."
"......."
But Stephan Cerreto's lips did not open, as if a heavy weight had been placed on them. Aslan, who waited for a moment, soon wrinkled his face.
"You."
He stroked his eyebrows as if he was tired and spoke in an extremely low voice.
"This is Stephan Ceretto!"
"I don't care about your name. I don't even want to remember it."
Aslan responded indifferently, stroking his face with an impatient hand.
"I have no patience right now. So if you know anything about how to heal Hestia, tell me quickly. If you don't do that, I was going to make you pay the full price for having made such a fuss."
That was when Aslan let out a long, heavy breath without even looking at Stephan Ceretto.
Looking straight at Aslan with his solemn face, Stephan Ceretto opened his mouth.
"Please let go of Saintess Hestia."
"What?"
Aslan, who was about to stroke his face once more, stopped. Between his thick fingers, golden eyes shone coolly.
The moment he faced those intimidating eyes, Stephan Ceretto was scared without even realizing it and took a step back. Aslan did not suppress his fierce aura and showed it as is.
Stephan Ceretto gathered all his scattered courage and continued. He even raised his voice.
"The Duke obviously rejected Saintess Hestia! You must have harbored the resentment through an oracle from that time."
"You don't know anything, so you make fun of your mouth."
Aslan's voice was faint as if he was trampling on his words.
"W-what was wrong with what I said?"
Stephan Ceretto puffed out his chest, not wanting to show that he was timid.
"Anyway, she won't be able to recover next to the Duke. So if you want her to live, let her go. I will give her new life."
"Whoa... Really."
His rambling speech was difficult to understand, Aslan did not hide his annoyance, but that did not stop him from speaking to Stephan Ceretto.
"You know what? Originally, I was the candidate for Saintess Hestia's husband. It was going to happen as soon as Saintess Anessa gave me her blessing."
Every word was annoying, but Aslan had to endure it. For now, he was going to let him talk as they please, and then weed out what he needed to say.
"Unless you intervened and intercepted it!"
A vein of blood appeared on Aslan's neck. Who is he treating as a nuisance?
Aslan wanted to put his fist in that smooth face right away, but it wasn't the time yet. Aslan took a deep breath and tried to maintain his remaining composure.
"Saintess Hestia needs an oath. I know you didn't make an oath to Hestia! That's why she fell!"
'This is it, I swear.'
Aslan's eyes shone coldly, and he thought that this was the word he had been missing.
'I guess I can go back and ask the high priest for the rest.'
Aslan seemed to have finished his business and turned and headed towards the entrance. Meanwhile, Stephan Cerreto continued to fumble.
"Please let go of the Saintess. I will take her back to the capital. After all, your marriage without an oath is just a lie."
His lips twitched as if showing off. It looked as if it belonged to someone who had achieved final victory. That upset Aslan even more.
'What kind of bastard are you? How dare you covet the seat next to Hestia? I'm still by her side, so how dare you tell me to give her up?'
The twisted possessiveness in Aslan's heart raised his head. Stephan Ceretto, who had no idea how much patience he was currently enduring, became arrogant when Aslan continued to remain silent, and made fun of him even more.
"So give her back."
Tuk.
The sound of something breaking was heard. Aslan quietly gave up his intention to return. He turned around and walked away again and without any warning,
Puck!
He stuck his fist in Stephan's face.
"Aaaah!"
Stephan Cerreto covered his beaten left cheek with both hands in pain.
"You crazy bastard... Let's listen, let's listen."
A harsh curse came out of Aslan's lips in a very casual tone.
Ugh. Ugh.
Stefan Ceretto was holding his chin with both hands and groaning like an animal as if his jawbone had been shattered. Aslan coldly looked down at Stephan Ceretto, who was lying around unsightly and warned him.
"If you mess up one more time, it won't end like this. Nod if you understand."
Stephan Cheretto nodded his head frantically, frightened. Only then did Aslan look away from him and speak to Wharton, who was looking at him with a surprised face.
"Go visit Saintess Anessa."
"Yes? Ah, yes, My lord."
Aslan walked out of the annex at a brisk pace, passing Wharton and the knights who were bowing their heads towards him.
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