Love Letter From The Future

4. Rynella’s fate is decided by Rynella (25)

The saintess had been in a bad mood for a while.

The reason was simple.

It was because an irritating woman clung to the side of the man he loved.

Elsie Rainella, the notorious ‘little villain’ of the top year of the academy.

He was famous for his cruelty from the beginning. The saintess also knew it well because she had treated some students who had been attacked by Elsie.

Why is violence beyond the limit so scary?

All the students who were attacked by Elsie refused to testify. It was because he did not know what he would face if he dared to retaliate.

Elsie was clever.

He had never committed a sin that could not be concealed by the glory of the Rainella family. It was mainly lower-class nobles and commoners who touched it.

It meant that only the weak were being harassed calculatedly.

Of course, to the saintess who was an orphan, Elsie’s perception was the worst.

Aren’t you a cruel and despicable woman?

I couldn’t help but admit that appearance. She was such a cute and lovely girl. However, it would not be a waste of the nickname ‘villain’ for that substance.

That woman was defeated by a man.

After that day, the girl obeyed the man. At first, the woman with a humiliated expression soon became an obedient pet.

And that attitude towards men changed completely again from some time ago.

Those sweet eyes hanging from the man’s arm and staring blankly at his face.

I couldn’t have known

Even the saintess used to look like that from time to time.

A small crack appeared on the saintess’ face, who was smiling benevolently. The saintess bit her lips to hide it.

Beside him sat a noble lady with an off-white complexion.

She was a woman with a young appearance, enough to believe that she was a sister to a saint. The hostess of the mansion, commonly known as ‘Madame Percus’, had a worried expression on her face.

A devout believer in the Catholic Church, she was mainly interested in the saint.

It was the same as how Viscount Perkus cared about Elsie and Aaron cared about Seria. However, the kind of interest Mrs. Percus had in the saintess was a little different.

Elsina Seria was attracting attention as Ian’s bride-to-be.

In the first place, Viscount Percus had heard from Reynolds about the position of the Rainella family. Either way, she couldn’t help but care about Elsie, who might become her daughter-in-law.

All the more, since the power of the Rainella family, who will become her in-laws, is higher than that of the Percus family.

Seria was also receiving a lot of credit from the blunt Aaron. Aaron, befitting his heavy personality, valued trust, and it seemed that he quite liked Seria’s single-mindedness.

Or it might have been a sympathy between two people with poor social skills.

On the other hand, the interest that Lady Percus had in the saintess was mainly related to faith.

It was difficult to meet a proper priest in the countryside. However, since the highest-ranking clergy, each of whom was a saint, came, it was only natural for a follower to be interested in them.

On the contrary, there was a different person whom Mrs. Percus had secretly chosen as Ian’s wife.

“… … Holy maiden, will Ian be able to get along well with the Rainella family?”

The saintess trembled at the question mixed with a sigh.

Even so, Elsie, who clung to Ian’s side, was annoying. Even recently, Ian has been too soft on Elsie.

I heard that he called Ian ‘Master’ in front of dozens of people, but it was a change that took place after that.

The saintess didn’t particularly like that.

He didn’t even care if he touched his body.

She felt a little grumpy, and answered in an effortlessly calm tone.

“This also must have been up to Brother Ian to do it. The heavenly spirit brings righteous suffering to the righteous. The important thing is to have roots that will stand firm in the wind. Whether it’s faith or a sense of justice… Emmanuel.”

I was in the mood to spread all sorts of slander against the Rainella family.

That Daryl’s son-in-law from a lesser family might be discriminated against, or that he could only move around in dangerous and difficult positions.

But now Lady Percus was seeking advice from a priest.

I couldn’t distort God’s will with my personal feelings. This was the belief of the saintess as a priest.

No matter how upset I was, though.

Fortunately or unfortunately, despite the advice of the saintess, Lady Percus’ anxiety did not completely go away.

“These days, whenever I hear the news of my son, my heart sinks. Mine, Dark Church… How could we, the weak Ian, take down such hideous monsters?”

I fell just fine.

The saintess wanted to refute that right away.

It wasn’t long before I saw Ian holding an ax and defeating dozens of monsters. During the Homecoming Festival, he was the brightest star on the battlefield as he cut down all the monsters.

The corner of her mouth almost wavered after she smiled like that, but the saintess managed to control her emotions again. He only listened to the lamentations of Lady Percus that followed.

“Actually, you don’t have to be famous to be happy. I’m worried that Ian seems to be involved in something too risky for no reason… After quietly graduating from the academy, I thought it would be enough to marry Celine and live happily ever after… … .”

And Madame Percus looked at one of the girls with pity.

The girl who giggled and flirted with people from Ian’s hometown was ‘Celine Hester’.

Celine was popular at today’s banquet because she had a long relationship with Ian’s family and was friendly. Same goes for Leto, who was sitting next to him.

The fact that she was a less burdensome opponent than Elsina Seriana, a high-ranking aristocrat, and a saintess who held the highest position in the Holy Kingdom also played a role.

Even though there were many years, there were too many.

Excluding Seria, who is timid and unable to speak properly, Celine, supported by her family, was a slightly intimidating opponent.

Needless to say, if it was Elsie, who was even pushing for a marriage between families.

The saintess felt as if her insides were being burned.

So, he inadvertently accepted the drink that Mrs. Percus poured for him.

Mrs. Percus belatedly opened her eyes wide in surprise.

“oh! That, sin, sorry… Pouring a drink for a priest… … .”

In general, clergy of the Protestant churches did not drink alcohol. There was a popular perception that it was rude to offer a priest a drink, even if it was a mistake.

How much more so to offer a drink to a saintess who came as a guest.

What a huge disrespect.

It didn’t take long for Madame Percus’ face to turn pale. Lady Percus was restless, fearing that her son’s future might be hindered.

It was at that time that the saintess suddenly came to her senses.

The saintess was startled and had to strike at Mrs. Percus, who was about to bow her head.

“Oh no! You don’t have to apologize. In fact, even priests are not forbidden to drink alcohol… Ki, as long as it makes you feel good!”

Then, as if proving this, the saintess poured alcohol into her gullet at once.

Madame Percus was still a little bewildered, but soon burst into laughter.

It was thanks to the sense of humanity in the saintess’ confused appearance.

The saintess was on the verge of tears at the burning sensation that flowed down her esophagus.

Even so, he did not dare to refuse the drink that Mrs. Percus poured for him, and after drinking several cups of alcohol.

The saintess expressed her worries with a relaxed face.

“… … Are men only interested in women’s bodies?”

It was an out of the blue question.

However, a drinking party sometimes spilled even out of context questions. Similarly, Madame Percus, who was drunk and flushed red, glanced over the saintess’s body.

It was an admirable curve even for a woman to see.

It was obvious what the man would think. So Madame Percus spoke without thinking.

“It could be. The saintess’ body is so, um… Isn’t it? But many women will envy you.”

“… … Are you envious?”

“Yes, if there is a guy I like, I will visit him that night and make sure… … .”

Mrs. Percus, who was continuing such a playful remark, suddenly realized who she was talking to.

Soon, the woman’s face turned pale.

She coughed loudly, loudly, trying to lighten the mood.

“… … Hwa, are you going to tell your feelings?”

The voice of Mrs. Percus, who was trying to make amends while ignoring it, was very awkward.

Normally, it wasn’t a saintess who wouldn’t notice this, but unfortunately, she was very drunk now.

Of course, this was also a state shared by the majority of participants in the banquet.

So even when the saintess secretly left the banquet hall, few people noticed. At most, Yuren glanced away, but only gave a meaningful smile.

I could roughly guess where the saintess was heading.

That’s how the saintess came to raid Ian’s bedroom.