I'll Be The Warrior's Mother

The three knights and Aendydn, who had been severely injured to the point of unconsciousness, fully recovered from their wounds in just three days. This was thanks to Yelena’s divine power.

“I thought it would take more time.”

It took three days to heal the seriously injured individuals. In reality, Yelena had expected it to take at least four to seven days. Healing the wounded consumed a considerable amount of divine power. However, with Kaywhin by her side, the consumed divine power quickly replenished. As a result, Yelena was able to shorten the expected recovery time.

“That’s fortunate.”

Once the knights and Aendydn had recovered, they immediately joined the effort to eliminate the remaining demonic creatures around the lord’s castle. Thanks to their contribution, the extermination process progressed much faster. Now, two days after the ordeal, demonic creatures were almost nonexistent around the lord’s castle. With the demonic creatures under control, communication with the outside world will become smoother. Sometime after the demon king’s death and the subsequent disappearance of the demonic creatures, communication gradually began to flow between the capital, in other regions, and Penelle Castle. Yelena gazed at the letter in her hand. It was the third letter exchanged with her family. Tears welled up slightly in Yelena’s eyes as she stared at the letter. When she received the first letter, she found it difficult to hold back her tears due to the overwhelming relief, of knowing that her family was safe and sound. It was all thanks to Sidrion, as she had anticipated. When demonic creatures appeared in the capital, Sidrion immediately evacuated Elena’s family to the safety of another region. Although they had initially planned to seek refuge in the Black Tower, some unknown force had interfered with the long-distance teleportation magic, so they had no choice but to move closer to the nearby royal city. Yelena touched the letter with her fingertips before placing it gently on the table. The letter contained news that Sidrion would soon be heading to Penelle Castle.

“Once the Lord of the Black Tower arrives, he’ll be able to return to the Duke’s Castle. But before that, he plans to visit the capital and see my family——-” Yelena was lost in thought when she suddenly paused, her teacup almost slipping from her hand. She realized that her cup was empty. A maidservant, who was quick to notice, approached her.

“Saint. Oh, no, Your Grace. Shall I prepare more tea?”

Yelena glanced at the maidservant and nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Please wait a moment.”

With a bright smile, the maidservant left the room. The title the maidservant had used echoed in Yelena’s ears.

“Saint… Oh, no, Your Grace.”

It had been happening for a few days already. After the death of the demon king, rumors about Elena and Kaywhin spread throughout the lord’s castle. Yelena was referred to as the ‘Saint’, and Kaywhin as the ‘hero’s descendant. The rumor had quickly circulated within the confines of the lord’s castle. And so, the way the castle staff addressed Elena and Kaywhin had become quite erratic.

“Saint… No, Your Grace.”

“Hero… No, Your Grace.”

Yelena simply accepted it. In addition to becoming accustomed to hearing those titles, she also believed that whether she was referred to as a saint or the duke’s wife, wasn’t that important. However, there was one thing. Lady Yelena had a small favor to thank Duke Penelle for. On purpose, Duke Penelle had added one particular detail to the rumors about Yelena. It was that Yelena used her divine power as a pledge for her life. Although it was a completely unfounded story, it ultimately proved helpful to her. Many of the injured, who had hoped for the saint’s mercy, gave up and turned to the physicians for treatment. Yelena couldn’t possibly attend to all the injured while constantly fainting. Even if she would have declined in any case, rejecting the touch of the wounded wouldn’t have been a pleasant task. Duke Penelle had preemptively and cleverly dealt with the situation, making the whole matter more bearable. When Yelena expressed her gratitude, Duke Penelle lightly waved his hand, saying it was just a small part of repaying the favor he had received.