EIITAB - Chapter 95 < The Saintess Of Spring >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
I thought maybe I was taking action before a problem occurred.
'Even if she is not excluded from the divine ranks, the blow to be suffered just by the fact that Hestia is not in the capital's temple will be quite significant.'
Right now, since she has only recently left, there will be nothing special about her that stands out. However, in the long run, the number of people visiting the temple will decrease, and the secondary income will inevitably decrease. The high priests Aslan met all had a temperament closer to that of a merchant rather than a priest.
'They're very quick at counting!'
They probably already know that it is quite difficult to turn things back to the way they were after a situation worsens. So, before doing so, it seemed like an event was prepared to unite the faith of believers and encourage their faith.
'It's obvious when you look at the use of the word pilgrimage.'
Aslan's lips twisted, and a cold sneer escaped from them.
"If they come and go, the capital will be in turmoil again. There will be more ghost stories about our Kalathi."
Aslan had known that the central nobles had been calling him a barbarian ever since the royal delegation visited a few years ago. He clearly remembered that the capital bastards had become their flagship after seeing him slaughter the demonic beast.
It was a humiliating title, but he didn't care. It was because there was no one who would do something stupid like that in front of him anyway.
"What kind of nickname are you going to give me again this time?"
"How do you seem to be enjoying it?"
"No. I just find it funny how pathetic it is."
Aslan responded lightly to Dean's question and tapped mood gaze again. Aslan comes to the top of his desk with the tip of his fingernail. Then, as if trying to lighten his mind, he let out a long, heavy breath.
He naturally turned towards the window. the moment he saw the blue sky without a single cloud, his eyes began to feel cold.
"The weather is so nice."
He said that had been a blizzard like usual, he wouldn't have dared to enter this land. was even considering the fact that men brought by Howson gave up on to the castle and returned halfway the because the weather was so cold.
So, they were thinking of sending someone from here to bring back only the grain they had abandoned. However, there was no blizzard, and as a result, the road to this place was only 'a little cold' for Southerners.
He would naturally have come to the conclusion that it was worth going. And the same would have been true for missions and pilgrims.
Martin, who read the atmosphere for a moment, opened his mouth in his characteristic blunt tone.
"Hawson said that it was a little easier to move because the Spring Saintess was also moving."
Aslan's gaze turned again to his two lieutenants. Displeasure could be seen in the narrowing of the eyebrows that made the dark eyebrows meet.
"Spring Saintess?"
He asked again, remembering how southern guys are good at giving children childish nicknames instead of just normal names.
"What is that again?"
Dean suddenly Interrupted Martin's words with a look that said he was just waiting for his turn.
"Ah! It's called an alias. Why, Your Excellency saw him in the capital! At the night banquet. The second Saintess with red hair. What was her name...."
Dean, who had been squeezing out his thoughts with his eyebrows pressed together as if trying to recall his memory, finally raised his voice as if he had remembered.
"Ah! That's right, I remember now. Annette!"
"..."
Aslan was not curious about the name of the red-haired Saintess.
With his eyes still fixed, he asked an essential question in a stern voice.
"Therefore. I mean, why is she called then Saintess of Spring?"
It was difficult for Aslan to connect her with the spring at all.
'Maybe it's winter.'
In his opinion, Anette somehow seemed closer to the bleak and brutal winter. All of her colors were strong, but so was the energy she gave off.
'It is Hestia who deserves to be called the Saintess of Spring.'
Her face came to mind naturally.
Her violet eyes like grapes ripen in her gently rolling eyes. Even the pale pink lips that draw an arc are like a spring breeze.
At that time, his neck slowly rose and fell as he recalled Hestia's smiling face.
Martin opened his mouth, interrupting Aslan's thoughts.
"It is said that when Saintess Anette first appeared at her shrine, green grass and wildflowers bloomed in the path she walked. A lot of people saw that... From then on, they called her the Saintess of Spring."
"Then what about the Princess?"
"She understands that she doesn't have any special title."
Aslan couldn't hold back any longer and clicked her tongue in her mouth.
'She's been like that before, but she still doesn't seem to know what influence she has or has not been able to wield it.'
She's a stupid girl.
His clenched jaw tensed in frustration, but soon relaxed. Well, what kind of woman would Hestia be like that?
He thought that was more like her. He consciously diverted his attention to Anette.
Aslan only saw her in person once. It was an unpleasant encounter as he was trying to carry the fallen Hestia, but she was stopped and she made no attempt to get out of the way. Aslan was silent for a moment with his stiff face. He can't explain it exactly, but for some reason, it didn't feel right.
"She is a Saintess of spring......"
Aslan quietly rolled the formula in his mouth, which only gave him a sense of discomfort. All he could think about was that it didn't really make sense.
He furrowed his eyebrows and then quickly sighed.
'It's not a very good sign that she's coming along.'
The reason he thought that way was, of course, because of Hestia. The people of Kalathi Castle looked a little surprised when they realized that Hestia's appearance was quite different from what they had thought.
But that's it. Nothing essentially changed.
In this situation, if Anette appeared, Hestia's position would inevitably be further narrowed.
If Duke Kalathi had to marry a Saintess, was there a need for it to be Hestia?
There could be an opinion that Anette would have been much better off.
'Perhaps the temple may intentionally spread such words in order to get Hestia back.'
What a pain in the ass.
Aslan twitched his lips without realizing it and was tapping his fingertips on the desk. For no reason, he became impatient.
'It would be better to add an escort quickly!'
It's not like he can stay by Hestia's side all the time, and there's no telling what people on the delegation or pilgrimage group will whisper to her when he's away.
So, in order to prepare for an unexpected situation, he thought it would be better to quickly attach a trustworthy person to Hestia.
After organizing his thoughts, Aslan recalled Anette's face, which he had temporarily forgotten.
'She had red hair. The blue eyes were somehow gloomy.'
In many ways, unlike Hestia, who had light pigmentation, she was a woman with a strong presence. She is a gorgeous-looking beauty. He probably couldn't find a better description for her than that.
However, apart from her beautiful appearance, Aslan remembered Anette as an unpleasant person. This was because, during a night banquet in the capital, she had a brief standoff over Hestia's fallen recruit.
She stood in front of him with a look on her face that made it seem as if he would not take Hestia away from her even if she died.
'What did she say to me back then?'
Aslan's eyes hardened as he tried to remember her.
'For sure...! Don't you know who I am?'
Yes. She had asked that.
'What did you mean by that?'
Aslan's frown deepened a little as he tried to guess the meaning. At first, he thought she was trying to pressure him with her position, but the more Aslan thought about it, the more he realized that wasn't all there was to it.
'It seems like he has some ulterior motive.'
It's also strange that while she was moving with Howson, she deliberately took his time outside and came back two or three days later. It just seemed like there was some other scheming.
Aslan clicked his tongue briefly and lifted himself up, leaning on the armrest, embracing his uncertain mood.
"Where are you going?"
The eyes of the two lieutenants followed Aslan's movements.
"Finish some of the things you've been putting off. Martin, keep doing what you're doing, and Dean, follow me for a moment."
"Yes? Ah, yes. All right."
Dean nodded his head in bewilderment and hurried out of the office after Aslan.
***
"Excuse me for a moment."
Aslan knocked and opened the door to Hestia's room. Hestia, who was standing by the window, looked towards him with startled eyes.
"Aslan? What happened? It looks like the grain brought from the Witcher Plains hasn't been sorted out yet?"
Since the castle was noisy all day, Hestia couldn't help but show interest. It would have been nice to say hello in person, but she didn't want to delay the cleanup by adding unnecessary formality at this chaotic time.
She had just promised a future date, but Aslan suddenly appeared. She couldn't help but be surprised.
Aslan walked near her as if it was natural. He opened his mouth as they stood side by side and looked out the window together.
"I told Martin that. He's bright and meticulous, so he'll sort things out well."
"Okay."
Aslan saw Hestia agreeing and got straight to the point.
"Anyway, I brought this up last time. I don't know if you still remember. The escort issue."
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