“Looks like we’ll have good fortune, a saint finally appears.”
When Ellin heard those words, she almost dropped the plate she was holding.
‘I’m the saint, so where did this saint come from?’
Ellin was listening to their conversation with a puzzled expression on her face.
The pattern of saint was clearly engraved on her body.
But does that mean that another saint appeared?
This was a major event that could shake the temple.
‘Or the temple was mistaken.’
Although there was little possibility, the temple could have mistaken it and taken someone else. There was no one marked with the pattern so they saw something and misunderstood.
‘Or it’s a fake.’
Then it was the worst case scenario.
Who dares to impersonate a saint? Is the temple so careless as to make a mistake?
When Ellin heard about the saint, she was confused. After thinking about it for several days, she finally came to a conclusion.
‘I want to see the saint.’
She tried to ignore it, but she couldn’t do it again.
It was because the ‘saint’ was her fate. The title ‘saint’ was always related to her.
Maybe, if the saint was real, she wouldn’t have to be sacrificed in this life.
She can be freed from the shackles of being a saint.
Perhaps time has turned back and she doesn’t need to become a saint.
She always thought there was no future, but now, there is a future.
A future in which she doesn’t have to be burned to death again.
She wanted to check because she wanted to be freed of the shackle.
She decided to go to the temple.
She decided to be a saint before but now, she’s happy when another person was sacrificed instead.
It was a very selfish and lowly desire, but Ellin tried not to think about it.
This was her second desire.
***
“I will go now.”
“The capital city is dangerous, do you have to go?”
Despite the innkeeper’s reluctance, Ellin only smiled.
With that smile, the old woman could only sigh.
Instead, she handed her a few coins to pay for the travels.
“Don’t worry. I will go and contact you.”
Seeing Ellin leaving, the innkeeper’s expression changed. She immediately started writing to someone.
[She started heading to the capital.]
***
The emperor’s room floor was made of bluish marble. This was said to represent the cold reasoning of the emperor.
Also, the red velvet carpet in the middle symbolized the emperor’s dignity.
Velvet was a luxurious fabric that was difficult to make, and dyeing it red was even rarer.
‘The ingredients are precious.’
Once upon a time, the whole place was stained with blood.
The Emperor’s aide, Bronn, was now fed up with seeing only red.
At the end of the red velvet carpet was a staircase, and above it was a throne adorned with gold.
And there sat the emperor of this country.
The man had a majestic body so that the throne looked small.
The black clothes were wrapped around his rock-like body that had been forged by swordsmanship.
As soon as the emperor saw Bronn, he got up.
His red eyes looked down at Bronn. It was like seeing a wild beast right in front of his eyes, a gaze he was unfamiliar with whenever he saw it.