Chapter 58

Is there always so many beauties in the capital city? (9) – unedited

“What happened?”

“…….”

His eyes fluttered.

What’s wrong with you?

The trembling was so fleeting that I wouldn’t have noticed it if I hadn’t put my foreheads together and met his eyes.

“Beats me.”

“Let’s just check.”

His body, which had been firmly embedded in mine, moved. Everyone except me and Merson was already looking in one place.

Men of strong physique were gathered around a woman wearing a deep white robe. How many people are there? One, two, three… Heck, there are seven in total.

Seven. It was an excessive number to deal with a woman with a thin physique that was not hidden even though she wore a robe. But that didn’t mean the men felt like street mercenaries.

A long white top was worn over an armor made of woven chains, but it was a rather neat long garment that was winded and tied with a waistband. The same white cloak that was worn over it had a deep red mark embedded in it.

“Door?”

The mark, embedded in the loose cloak, looked like a thorn vine wrapped around a circular door. What was unusual was not the shape of the door being closed, but rather the shape of the vine pushing its body through the door as if it was forcibly opened.

“You are late for Mass. It will be difficult if you empty the temple any longer.”

“Have I ever been punctual?”

“It’s not it, but…….”

In terms of objective facts, one woman facing the seven men seemed to be inferior in both numbers and strength. It wouldn’t be surprising if anyone jumped in and offered to protect the woman.

But none of the seven men touched her rashly or acted frivolously. Rather, they seemed surprised.

“Wait, isn’t that the saint?”

Someone in the crowd muttered. Saint? It wasn’t just me who heard the voice, the woman draped in a white robe lowered her hood deeper.

“Let’s not make more noise than this.”

I saw the woman bit her lower lip through the draped robe. It was frustrating that she was suddenly dragged away.

One of the men in the chain armor wrapped his arms around her shoulders and turned her around. Her head was turned round according to the direction of her body, but she stood frozen and stopped her actions.

“Huh?”

Her body finds the center at the half-turned face and moves again. Her eyes turned towards me. Exactly a little higher than me.

“Saint…….”

The man asked in a hurried tone and pulled her by the shoulder. At that moment, the hood that had covered her face was removed, and lush blonde hair overflowed. She had bright and beautiful blonde hair, as if made by weaving the noon sun.

Her bright green eyes fluttered wide on her white skin as smooth as porcelain. A brilliance sprung up around the darkened area due to the rain.

“Ah…….”

Exclamations came from all over the place. It was the same with my mouth. It was the first time I had seen a pretty woman like this, but I knew her very well.

Serdebella Renee.

She was the main lead in the novel I was sucked into and the saint who had the power to open the door.

The people around her who recognized her face bowed their heads and paid their greetings to the saint. Should I do it too?

While I was contemplating, she approached with soft footsteps as if walking on clouds.

“Kayle.”

It was a sweet and loving tone, as if calling for an old lover. But there was a sadness as sharp as broken glass inside.

Indeed, even if I do not have to praise the painting of the two, who are truly beautiful and handsome, everyone will think the same. They are a couple that matches so perfectly that no one can match them.

Unfortunately, there is someone called me between the two.

I’m in three messes right now. One is the unexpected encounter with Saint Serdebella, the second is to become an intruder in the heartbreaking reunion between Merson and Serdebella, and three, her mournful eyes looking up at Merson break my heart.

Merson looked down at the saint as the strength in his hand holding me tightened. Her eyes started to get wet.

“… Say something.”

No, he’s got nothing to say. He doesn’t remember.

“Any word is fine. Give me some excuses.”

Eventually, tears ran down her cheeks. It was as if I was seeing the tears of an actress I had only seen on a movie screen enacted right in front of me. It was also very beautiful to see her crying even though my heart was pounding desperately.

One of the men urging from behind finally couldn’t stand it and came to the saint.

“Let’s go.”

The saint turned as the man led her, but her eyes were on Merson until the end. How pathetic her look was, if this had been a play, I would have had tears in my eyes.

As the saint disappeared, the attention of those around us again turned to us. Oh, damn it.

It seemed difficult to find accommodation near the square. In the end, despite the rain, we went through an alleyway and rented a shabby and remote inn room.

There was a musty moldy smell, and the sound of falling rain echoed through the ceiling, but I was satisfied just that there was a shelter from the wind and a soft blanket greeted me. The price was only 60 silver, so there were no major complaints in many ways.

Merson seems to have lost his soul somewhere from before. It is probably because of the saint. I’m so confused too.

If there was a memory, the two might have embraced and shared a passionate kiss. No, if it was Merson, he would most certainly do. Maybe he would do something more.

However, he has no memory, only his emotions are fluctuating, so his head would be complicated. As if an unknown reluctance hangs in his throat.

Seeing Merson like that, I also felt uncomfortable.

My lies and selfishness.

This was blocking the love between the two of them.