“That’s right, Bayen!”
Delton reacted immediately.
“I don’t think his first name was that, but his last name was definitely Bayen!”
“Ha, that’s ridiculous. Is that guy really the son of a goddess?”
I just opened my mouth wide in disbelief at the unbelievable reality.
Jeannette Bayen.
He was the sole successor to the Marquis of Bayen, and he inherited the title five years ago when the previous Marquis died of illness.
At that time, he was only twenty-five years old.
It was only natural that he attracted a lot of attention since he was appointed to the title of Marquis at such a young age.
Many nobles tried to approach him to become friends, but he rarely showed his face.
He rarely appeared in social circles, not to mention at personal invitations from nobles, and even at events hosted by the Emperor, so few people knew his face.
How bad must it have been for there to be negative rumors following him, such as that he had physical problems or that his intellectual ability was low?
But overall, the atmosphere was like that.
The Marquis of Bayen was originally known as a closed family.
Jeannette Bayen, his father Maille Bayen, and the Marquises and their families of the previous generation rarely showed their faces outside the home.
I only saw the late Marquis once, when he attended my mother's funeral.
'Everyone was very shocked when a person who never responded to the invitations of nobles suddenly attended the funeral of a mother he had never met.'
Although it was supposedly a Duke's funeral, they had no choice but to attend, but everyone could not hide their surprise.
Moreover, contrary to expectations that he would only show up briefly and then leave, he stayed for quite a while and even patted my head as if to comfort me when I was young.
'Wait a minute, so that previous Marquis was also Jeannette Bayen?'
This person who had an affair with a goddess is from 600 years ago.
There's no way an ordinary human could have survived until now.
At that time, the face I saw of him was that of a middle-aged man, but if he was the son of a goddess, he could have easily changed.
'It's a bit strange.'
I laughed in vain at the fact that I had a connection with the goddess's favorite, but then quickly summoned the Crown Prince.
“Is it really true that Marquis Bayen is the son of a goddess?”
He, who could not hide his surprise, immediately sent someone to the Marquis of Bayen.
But unfortunately, the Marquis of Bayen had already vacated the mansion.
“The butler of Bayen said that the Marquis had gone on a trip. He said that he had not told them where he was going.”
“Ahhh! If only I had known just one day sooner!”
I held my head in sorrow as I read the article about the visit to the Marquis.
The Crown Prince also had a very regretful expression, but he calmly comforted me as befitting the heir to the empire.
“There’s no use regretting the past. I’ll send someone right away to track down Marquis Bayen, so don’t be too heartbroken.”
“But since he left without even telling them his destination, would it be possible to track him...?”
“I have to try my best.”
He shrugged his shoulders slightly and opened his mouth again.
“And I think it would be a good idea to suspend field visits for the time being.”
"Yes?"
“It seems that the lion’s stamina is reaching its limit. The area it travels is too large, and the recurrence cycle of disasters is too short, so it is difficult to produce meaningful results.”
“...That’s right, right?”
“So, unless it’s an extremely urgent area, it would be better to refrain from visiting.”
Wow, what a bread this is!
The Crown Prince, who didn't even pretend to listen when I begged him to let me rest for just one day, is the first to make such a suggestion.
'What did he eat wrong last night?'
I almost wondered if there was something wrong with his head, but whatever.
I won't have to go around that tedious field trip for a while!
'Free for a while!'
I cheered inwardly.
But.
“Instead, it would be better to study the root cause of the disaster at that time.”
Oh, well then that's true.
Where is the Crown Prince, a great man who can give me a moment of rest?
I let out a deep sigh at that declaration that I would use it wisely and not waste a single second.
But I didn't rebel or cause trouble like before.
“Yes, yes. Of course not. How can a slave refuse the orders of his master?”
Just calmly accept the situation.
“But you’ll still be giving me my allowance, right? Even though I’ve decided to stop visiting, I’ll still be working.”
Of course, take what you need to take.
“The more I get to know the Princess, the more amazing you become.”
The Crown Prince looked at me as if he was tired of me talking about allowances even in this situation, but eventually nodded.
I had received the promise of payment, now it was time to become a slave again and work like a dog.
'But the problem is how to find the cause.'
I wanted to go see the Pope and ask him about this and that, but unfortunately, he had been keeping a low profile for some time.
I heard he's not feeling well.
'Hmm, then what?'
At that time, I was wondering if I should ask the other priests.
The maid came in with a small knock and said something unexpected.
“Saintess, His Holiness has sent someone to ask if we would like to have a cup of tea together. What should I do?”
“What should I do? What should I do! His Holiness has called me, so I must go quickly!”
I was already wanting to meet the Pope, but he called me first!
I headed to the reception room.
In my haste, I opened the door without knocking and went in. The Pope, who was sitting on the sofa basking in the sun, asked me with a bewildered look on his face.
“Saintess, how can you not answer...”
Oops.
I was so anxious that I forgot to send someone first to tell them.
But lying without even a drop of saliva on my lips was my specialty.
That's about it.
“I apologize, Your Holiness. I was so excited at the thought of seeing you after such a long time that I couldn’t give you a reply.”
“Haha, I didn’t know the Saintess was waiting for this old man like that.”
The Pope burst into laughter, perhaps because my natural and innocent answer was not bad to hear, and offered me a seat.
I took the seat opposite the Pope and asked cautiously.
“I heard you weren’t feeling well. How are you feeling now?”
“What about health? There’s nothing wrong with my body. I just hid for a while because I was shameless.”
“Shame?”
I tilted my head, wondering what that meant out of nowhere, and the Pope bitterly pursed his lips.
"Yes."
“That day, I was furious with His Majesty. Despite the temple’s objections, His Majesty unilaterally created a human sacrifice system, killing many innocent lives, and even affecting the manifestation of the Saintess’s power. I thought it was a grave sin that could never be forgiven.”
Thinking back to that time, the Pope still felt angry, and for a moment he clutched the armrest of the sofa tightly, then he leaned back weakly.
“But when I thought about it carefully, I realized that I was not qualified to do so. After all, I was no different from His Majesty."
“What is that...”
“While opposing the imperial system of abolition, I had a conflict in my heart. I thought that perhaps it was not impossible. If we sent good women to the goddess’ side to help her as His Majesty had said, the goddess might relent and embrace me again. That was what I thought.”
“...”
“How disappointing it would be for a benevolent goddess to wish for such a terrible system, how disappointed she must be in this worthless servant...”
The Pope's face was filled with pain as he bowed his head and reproached himself.
It seemed as if he was terribly ashamed of having even thought that way for a moment.
But I didn't think it was his fault.
Even though he is a priest who serves the goddess, he is still just a human.
How can you not have a single moment of wrong thinking?
Moreover, at that time, the long-standing lineage of Saintesses was coming to an end, and disasters that were impossible for humans to handle were constantly raging.
It was perhaps only natural that false hopes would arise.
“The Bible says that good and evil always coexist in the human heart. When evil swallows up good and is expressed outwardly, it is called ‘sin.’”
“...That’s right.”
“Saintess...”
The Pope's expression brightened slightly, perhaps feeling a little relieved by my consolation, and he held my hand affectionately.
“How can you so warmly caress the heart of this sinful old man? I guess the goddess also favors the Saintess because you are such a warm person.”
“...How could that be?”
It would be fortunate if you didn't get angry at me for pretending to be a Saintess and even making up the words of a goddess, let alone favoring me.
But the Pope just shook his head.
“No. In fact, I thought the goddess would never look back at Catalonia again. Nevertheless, it must be because of the Saintess’s warmth that She gave me another chance.”
The voice was too confident to be a simple compliment.
Furthermore...
“Your Holiness, why did you think the goddess would never look back at Catalonia again?”
I stared intently into the Pope's eyes.
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Delton reacted immediately.
“I don’t think his first name was that, but his last name was definitely Bayen!”
“Ha, that’s ridiculous. Is that guy really the son of a goddess?”
I just opened my mouth wide in disbelief at the unbelievable reality.
Jeannette Bayen.
He was the sole successor to the Marquis of Bayen, and he inherited the title five years ago when the previous Marquis died of illness.
At that time, he was only twenty-five years old.
It was only natural that he attracted a lot of attention since he was appointed to the title of Marquis at such a young age.
Many nobles tried to approach him to become friends, but he rarely showed his face.
He rarely appeared in social circles, not to mention at personal invitations from nobles, and even at events hosted by the Emperor, so few people knew his face.
How bad must it have been for there to be negative rumors following him, such as that he had physical problems or that his intellectual ability was low?
But overall, the atmosphere was like that.
The Marquis of Bayen was originally known as a closed family.
Jeannette Bayen, his father Maille Bayen, and the Marquises and their families of the previous generation rarely showed their faces outside the home.
I only saw the late Marquis once, when he attended my mother's funeral.
'Everyone was very shocked when a person who never responded to the invitations of nobles suddenly attended the funeral of a mother he had never met.'
Although it was supposedly a Duke's funeral, they had no choice but to attend, but everyone could not hide their surprise.
Moreover, contrary to expectations that he would only show up briefly and then leave, he stayed for quite a while and even patted my head as if to comfort me when I was young.
'Wait a minute, so that previous Marquis was also Jeannette Bayen?'
This person who had an affair with a goddess is from 600 years ago.
There's no way an ordinary human could have survived until now.
At that time, the face I saw of him was that of a middle-aged man, but if he was the son of a goddess, he could have easily changed.
'It's a bit strange.'
I laughed in vain at the fact that I had a connection with the goddess's favorite, but then quickly summoned the Crown Prince.
“Is it really true that Marquis Bayen is the son of a goddess?”
He, who could not hide his surprise, immediately sent someone to the Marquis of Bayen.
But unfortunately, the Marquis of Bayen had already vacated the mansion.
“The butler of Bayen said that the Marquis had gone on a trip. He said that he had not told them where he was going.”
“Ahhh! If only I had known just one day sooner!”
I held my head in sorrow as I read the article about the visit to the Marquis.
The Crown Prince also had a very regretful expression, but he calmly comforted me as befitting the heir to the empire.
“There’s no use regretting the past. I’ll send someone right away to track down Marquis Bayen, so don’t be too heartbroken.”
“But since he left without even telling them his destination, would it be possible to track him...?”
“I have to try my best.”
He shrugged his shoulders slightly and opened his mouth again.
“And I think it would be a good idea to suspend field visits for the time being.”
"Yes?"
“It seems that the lion’s stamina is reaching its limit. The area it travels is too large, and the recurrence cycle of disasters is too short, so it is difficult to produce meaningful results.”
“...That’s right, right?”
“So, unless it’s an extremely urgent area, it would be better to refrain from visiting.”
Wow, what a bread this is!
The Crown Prince, who didn't even pretend to listen when I begged him to let me rest for just one day, is the first to make such a suggestion.
'What did he eat wrong last night?'
I almost wondered if there was something wrong with his head, but whatever.
I won't have to go around that tedious field trip for a while!
'Free for a while!'
I cheered inwardly.
But.
“Instead, it would be better to study the root cause of the disaster at that time.”
Oh, well then that's true.
Where is the Crown Prince, a great man who can give me a moment of rest?
I let out a deep sigh at that declaration that I would use it wisely and not waste a single second.
But I didn't rebel or cause trouble like before.
“Yes, yes. Of course not. How can a slave refuse the orders of his master?”
Just calmly accept the situation.
“But you’ll still be giving me my allowance, right? Even though I’ve decided to stop visiting, I’ll still be working.”
Of course, take what you need to take.
***
“The more I get to know the Princess, the more amazing you become.”
The Crown Prince looked at me as if he was tired of me talking about allowances even in this situation, but eventually nodded.
I had received the promise of payment, now it was time to become a slave again and work like a dog.
'But the problem is how to find the cause.'
I wanted to go see the Pope and ask him about this and that, but unfortunately, he had been keeping a low profile for some time.
I heard he's not feeling well.
'Hmm, then what?'
At that time, I was wondering if I should ask the other priests.
The maid came in with a small knock and said something unexpected.
“Saintess, His Holiness has sent someone to ask if we would like to have a cup of tea together. What should I do?”
“What should I do? What should I do! His Holiness has called me, so I must go quickly!”
I was already wanting to meet the Pope, but he called me first!
I headed to the reception room.
In my haste, I opened the door without knocking and went in. The Pope, who was sitting on the sofa basking in the sun, asked me with a bewildered look on his face.
“Saintess, how can you not answer...”
Oops.
I was so anxious that I forgot to send someone first to tell them.
But lying without even a drop of saliva on my lips was my specialty.
That's about it.
“I apologize, Your Holiness. I was so excited at the thought of seeing you after such a long time that I couldn’t give you a reply.”
“Haha, I didn’t know the Saintess was waiting for this old man like that.”
The Pope burst into laughter, perhaps because my natural and innocent answer was not bad to hear, and offered me a seat.
I took the seat opposite the Pope and asked cautiously.
“I heard you weren’t feeling well. How are you feeling now?”
“What about health? There’s nothing wrong with my body. I just hid for a while because I was shameless.”
“Shame?”
I tilted my head, wondering what that meant out of nowhere, and the Pope bitterly pursed his lips.
“The day we were together, not long ago. The day I told you that the reason the Saint's powers weren't being fully realized was because of the abolitionist system.”
“That day, I was furious with His Majesty. Despite the temple’s objections, His Majesty unilaterally created a human sacrifice system, killing many innocent lives, and even affecting the manifestation of the Saintess’s power. I thought it was a grave sin that could never be forgiven.”
Thinking back to that time, the Pope still felt angry, and for a moment he clutched the armrest of the sofa tightly, then he leaned back weakly.
“But when I thought about it carefully, I realized that I was not qualified to do so. After all, I was no different from His Majesty."
“What is that...”
“While opposing the imperial system of abolition, I had a conflict in my heart. I thought that perhaps it was not impossible. If we sent good women to the goddess’ side to help her as His Majesty had said, the goddess might relent and embrace me again. That was what I thought.”
“...”
“How disappointing it would be for a benevolent goddess to wish for such a terrible system, how disappointed she must be in this worthless servant...”
The Pope's face was filled with pain as he bowed his head and reproached himself.
It seemed as if he was terribly ashamed of having even thought that way for a moment.
But I didn't think it was his fault.
Even though he is a priest who serves the goddess, he is still just a human.
How can you not have a single moment of wrong thinking?
Moreover, at that time, the long-standing lineage of Saintesses was coming to an end, and disasters that were impossible for humans to handle were constantly raging.
It was perhaps only natural that false hopes would arise.
“The Bible says that good and evil always coexist in the human heart. When evil swallows up good and is expressed outwardly, it is called ‘sin.’”
“...That’s right.”
“But His Holiness was opposed to the abolitionist system until the very end, which means it hasn't yet been labeled a 'sin' in your mind, so don't be too hard on yourself.”
The Pope's expression brightened slightly, perhaps feeling a little relieved by my consolation, and he held my hand affectionately.
“How can you so warmly caress the heart of this sinful old man? I guess the goddess also favors the Saintess because you are such a warm person.”
“...How could that be?”
It would be fortunate if you didn't get angry at me for pretending to be a Saintess and even making up the words of a goddess, let alone favoring me.
But the Pope just shook his head.
“No. In fact, I thought the goddess would never look back at Catalonia again. Nevertheless, it must be because of the Saintess’s warmth that She gave me another chance.”
The voice was too confident to be a simple compliment.
Furthermore...
“Your Holiness, why did you think the goddess would never look back at Catalonia again?”
I stared intently into the Pope's eyes.
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