The Grand Duchess Is Defeated Again Today

Chapter 62

The princess is lightly hugged.

“······under.”

“····.”

Rebecca’s cold laughter that seems to freeze the whole world.

I instinctively realized that the present situation was destruction itself for me.

“··········The Princess… Why are you here…?’

My mouth, which I can proudly say is the stupidest thing in the world, couldn’t hold it for a moment and spit out my heart as it was.

“Why did you just say… here?”

“····.”

“I’d rather ask. Why are you alone in the room with the saint?”

Naturally, Rebecca is angry at my stupid reaction.

It was the first time I’d ever heard Rebecca say with such sincere anger.

I’ve never made my mistake cry, but I’ve never made it this bad.

At least, I would say that it is fortunate to express one’s feelings directly and sincerely, rather than running away after staring in dismay like the last time.

At least, there is no such thing as an unprecedented pursuit like what happened at the imperial banquet.

“·······Tell me. How did this happen.”

“····.”

Of course, at least that’s the case, and it was painful to say that the situation in front of me right now would not be easy to resolve.

It is not for nothing that it is said that if a woman has a cold, frost will fall on New Year’s Eve.

The figure of Rebecca, looking straight at me with frosty eyes as if to do it, was like a reaper who came to this world.

I was just thinking about how to get through this situation.

When such a breathtaking confrontation continues indefinitely.

“My dear Valencian.”

Estelle, who had been silently watching the conversation between me and the princess, opened up.

“I can’t predict how Young-ae will see me right now… but can I clear up the misunderstanding for a second?”

Estelle’s characteristic clear and sincere eyes and voice.

Where did the woman who had not even tried to guess what she was going through until now, it was Estelle who gave off the presence of a ‘saint’ of the denomination.

Seeing the guilt mixed in a little bit in Estelle’s expression like that, he seemed to think that the current situation was his fault.

······· To be honest, my biggest fault for not telling Rebecca that I had a cold was probably the biggest one.

Anyway, it’s like Estelle held the gun instead of me, so for now, there was nothing I could do but watch.

There are not many people who can deny the existence of the only saint in the empire.

“Ha, you’re not going to say it in person anymore? Yes, say it instead.”

“····.”

“What the hell were you doing with my fiance?”

Unfortunately, one of those few people seems to be my fiancée.

It had already been spilled.

Anyway, even if you try to make excuses here, there’s little chance that Rebecca’s feelings will be resolved.

“I will explain.”

Estelle seemed to have the same thoughts as me.

You might be afraid of Rebecca’s bloody expression, which is quite rare to see, but when you see that she doesn’t attach any more to her words and immediately starts persuasion.

“Did you know that Confucius Xernias caught a cold?”

“Yeah, I didn’t hear it myself because no one told me.”

“····.”

It was the first time I had such an experience.

It’s like Rebecca, who always says anything directly, indirectly turns back and blames someone.

Although it hurts my heart to know that that someone is none other than me, it is a good thing to see a new image of my fiancee.

······Maybe it is the head, not the neck, where I am in pain.

“···············I am the body that was dispatched from the church to heal Confucius.”

“The church… sent… a dispatch?”

“yes.”

“How is that possible?”

When I heard that the saint had been dispatched from the church directly, Rebecca had the same reaction as me.

response to whether that makes sense.

It is rare for a priest to come out from the church, but the response was whether it was possible for the saint to come out directly.

It was a natural reaction for anyone who knew even a little about the place of the denomination to see it.

“You haven’t received treatment for the past three years, but it seems that Confucius has been receiving divine power treatment periodically until then.”

“····.”

“Maybe it was thanks to the relationship that occurred at that time that I was able to be dispatched as a saint.”

After Estelle’s explanation. Rebecca turned and looked at me.

The expression on his face, which had been filled with laughter and anger before, was nowhere to be seen, and his two red eyes trembled slightly as if he was really saying that.

The words that I have been receiving divine power treatment from the past seem to have influenced the princess’s emotional change.

Thanks to Estelle’s detailed explanation, she seemed to have succeeded in convincing Rebecca.

“········Well, it is true that I harassed other people because I wanted to go out as a dispatcher.”

“····.”

“I wondered how I had received so many divine power treatments, and there was something I personally wanted to say to Confucius, so I started saying that I wanted to go out.”

Until the ignorant sentence of the saint, who did not know whether it was partly or not, entered Rebecca’s ears, which was on the verge of anger.

“····.”

The two red eyes that contained the two words “worry” began to turn cold again.

Because if I stayed still like this, things would go back to 10 minutes ago.

“Holy Lady, can you please stay away for a moment?”

“····.”

“I want to talk with my fiancee alone for a while.”

By getting Estelle out of this room, she requested a solo session with Rebecca.

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“Okay, I’ll be waiting outside then, so let’s talk.”

The saint left the room with her last words.

“····.”

Silence filled the room, with only her and her fiancée, suffocating.

In a room surrounded by this veil of silence.

“What do you want to say?”

It was she herself who tore the veil first.

The tone was still as blunt as the first time. In fact, she was already feeling a lot better.

Was it because of the detailed explanation of the saint, or was it because of the past of his fiancée who had received divine power treatment regularly until 3 years ago?

Or maybe it was because he witnessed Albert, who looked sickly and ill as soon as the saint’s divine power went away.

It was difficult to understand the exact reason, but I could say with certainty that I was in better condition than when I entered this room and saw the saint and her fiance alone.

“····.”

Her fiance still remains silent even when she asks what she wants to say.

The two black eyes staring straight at her couldn’t be easily recognized even by a woman who prided herself on reading people’s emotions.

And let’s face each other without avoiding those black eyes.

“What do you want to say?”

An unexplained annoyance engulfed her body.

I didn’t like it all.

Her fiancée, who did not write the letter that she was ill with a cold, made her mother find out about it.

A saint who is strangely attracted to her fiance, who is now waiting outside.

When we met, we decided to do all kinds of grumpy and irritable things. While facing a situation that would make you really angry, you were faced with a situation where it is normal to be angry.

Even though she did that, she herself couldn’t get angry properly.

I didn’t like them all.

Why does she always get weird just standing in front of her fiance?

She was perfect in everything. She was very good at managing her emotions.

From a young age, she was praised as a genius by everyone and grew up.

By the way. why. why.

I can’t say I don’t have any talent, but do I still feel like a fool when I stand in front of my fiancé, who is an ordinary person?

When I think of the past when I was defeated, it doesn’t just make me feel like an idiot, isn’t it?

She really couldn’t understand it.

“Would you mind coming over here for a moment?”

“····.”

After a long silence, the words came out of the fiancée’s mouth.

The words she asks to come closer to her.

Why is it that those words, which are simply ordinary requests, sound difficult and sad these days?

It was understandable that it sounded hard.

If the saint’s treatment had not been completed when she arrived in this room, Albert, who is currently sitting on the bed, would not have had a cold yet.

However, it was difficult to find a reason for what sounded sad.

Nor was her fiance changing her tone of voice to sound sad.

Albert’s voice he heard was the same voice as the last day of the hunting competition.

It was only her heart that felt sad.

He was thinking sadly about her fiancé, who sat on the bed and looked at her sickly.

Is it because of that?

Obviously, while maintaining a disturbed state of mind, he slowly approached the bed to do Albert’s request.

bum- bum-

As the distance drew closer, she didn’t stop walking towards the bed.

Finally, when you reach a distance where you can reach your opponent with just a slight stretch of your hand.

Warak-

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