Chapter 181

The title ‘Saint’ has now been changed to ‘Holy Maiden’. Thank you reader, Saisou, for the suggestion.

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The Advent of a Holy Maiden [Part 1]

There stood a Holy Maiden.

In the form of a still, young girl...

Jacob, a sailor, softly kissed the shadow of the girl who had nursed him.

And not only Jacob, but all the patients suffering from that hateful disease quietly gave a kiss of gratitude to the girl’s stretched shadow under the setting sun.

Jacob’s POV

No matter how much I begged, I still couldn’t get my hands on the medicine.

The sailors, who were hired by a mere small company in the large harbor, including me, all fell ill after the end of a long sail.Alll latest novels on novelbin/(.)com

If a sailor, who was uneducated and only had his sturdy body as an asset, fell sick, his hard earned money would soon run out.

That disease was contagious.

The people who had chatted with me with a smile until yesterday started to distance themselves.

That disease was incurable.

It was said that the news about the Holy Maiden had even spread in the commoner town and among the nobles. Moreover, the people of the slums, who had always made fun of such rumors the most, surprisingly also adored the Holy Maiden.

It was a stupid rumor.

If a Holy Maiden really existed, why didn’t she save me?

I know.

I was just venting my anger.

Of course, a Holy Maiden would not have the time.

A Holy Maiden couldn’t possibly have the time to save a poor, sick, and uneducated man like me.

That’s what I had thought.

“Jacob-san, I see that you can eat your meal without leaving leftovers now! Please have dessert too. We have oranges for today.”

The smiling Holy Maiden offered a whole orange to me.

That smile had gradually healed my body, heart, and that painful disease.

I heard that the little children who diligently followed behind the Holy Maiden were all slum children. Dressed in a white coat similar to what the Holy Maiden wore, the way the children worked looked the same as a well-trained nurse.

Dessert was always included in every breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and they even served us an afternoon snack at 3 o’clock.

The slum children had never touched our meals. I could not even see a shadow of the slum children who would punch, trick, or worse, kill, for a piece of bread in them.