Episode 62 Baptism Ceremony (5)
While they were talking, the music grew quieter and quieter.
The atmosphere matured and their parents moved to the lobby one floor up.
It must have been thoughtful so that the young children could enjoy the ceremony without being noticed.
However, as they left, they asked their children once again.
“Never disrespect the saint. Since he’s my son, I believe he’ll do well, but…” ”
Father, you don’t have to worry too much.”
The feast of worries happening here and there is like watching a school performance.
Eventually, only the young people remained on the main road on the first floor.
Even though it’s on the second floor, it’s a different building. The lobby on the 2nd floor is by no means small, but the lobby on the 1st floor boasts an enormous size.
It was difficult for them to build a building of such enormous size that it was impossible to raise the second floor straight.
When only the young people remained in the central hall on the first floor, the music gradually changed to cheerful.
The number of young people requesting a dance from those who watched him increased.
Those who formed partners were dancing in the central hall and chatting on the terrace.
Outside of them, a voice announcing someone’s position rang out.
“Zeke of the Duke of Trey is entering!”
All participants in the banquet are nobles. That’s why you can’t keep announcing your position every time someone comes. Even those who say they use strength will not be informed by the butler when participating in a banquet.
Nevertheless, what the butler outside the lobby told him was that he was an aristocrat with immense power.
The lobby door opened and a handsome young man entered.
He walked in with his dark purple hair flowing and looked around at the audience.
As his cold eyes looked at them one by one, those who met his eyes tended to avoid their eyes in a hurry.
It was like seeing a tiger among a herd of rabbits.
In the midst of them, Veris walked out holding a glass. he said in a slightly nervous voice.
“…This is Zeke. I didn’t know that the Trey family would also attend the banquet.”
There was a bit of sarcasm mixed in with the tone.
‘To a subject that has never participated in a banquet before.’
Veris gritted her teeth.
No matter how much the Marquis of Harold has power comparable to a duke, the author was an exception.
Why did someone who had never been seen before suddenly attend the banquet?
The one who did not even show his face at the baptism of the saintess.
The one called Zeke glanced at Veris.
“I didn’t come just to see your face.”
Then he looks around as if he is looking for someone.
Cerris, a blonde girl, looked at him and smiled.
“Who are you looking for?”
“…Isn’t the Holy Son here yet?”
“It seems that even Zeke hasn’t seen the saint.”
At her words, he shook his head.
Apparently, there is no one you are looking for here. He no longer felt the need to be here.
Zeke turned around and left the lobby without saying a word.
“Are you dying already?”
As soon as Veris arrived, he looked at him leaving and asked.
No answer was heard.
Percussion-
When he disappeared from the lobby, Veris’ complexion wrinkled slightly.
It is because his pride was hurt because he left without answering his words.
Grayan noticed him and opened his mouth.
“You seem to be busy with business. Seeing that you left so quickly.”
Veris hurriedly erased her expression and smiled at his words that forced her to keep her spirits up.
“Ha ha ha… I guess so.”
He smiles awkwardly and sips his drink. Seeing that, Seris laughed inwardly.
‘I can’t say a word properly to the Trey family after I’ve been acting like that.’
It was rude. After all, shouldn’t a man have a spirit?
Of course, there is a paper difference between courage and tenacity.
Just as they started chatting again, the sound of an announcement from outside the lobby rang again.
Veris felt a little annoyed, but didn’t show it outwardly.
When everyone’s eyes focused on the lobby door, the butler’s loud voice rang out.
“The Holy Son is entering!”
* * *
“A new saint has appeared…”
“It seems that the plan will be disrupted.”
Only voices could be heard from the gloomy place.
The phlegm-infested voice would have made a child burst into tears if they had heard it.
“Cluck. You can’t ruin a great world just because of one saint. By the way… how strong is the Holy Kingdom?”
A young voice spoke to him.
“My power alone is not enough. Moreover, if other empires or kingdoms intervene in the fight, the possibility is negligible.”
“Ohhh… Is Seongguk like that? I thought you’d be able to overwhelm it with your power.”
“Cluck cluck. You seem to be feeling something right now and you’re quite poised. The old man of the Holy Land is quite good.”
“It is premature to eat Holy Kingdom. We have to wait.”
Then an old voice spoke.
“…Now I want to walk confidently under the bright sunlight rather than in a dark and damp place…”
He said roundly, but he seemed to want a war right now.
A middle-aged voice stopped him.
“It is the same for everyone here. But the opponent is the Holy Kingdom. So shouldn’t we be a little more careful?”
A voice that seemed to scratch his vocal chords affirmed his words.
“That’s right. cluck cluck. I think I’ll still have to wait.
“Then I’ll make you wait too. Instead…”
He paused for a moment before continuing.
“We must definitely cut off the Holy Kingdom.”
* * *
Eucliwood guided Ray, staring at the decorative sword hanging on the wall. Then, for a while, I fell into thoughts of the past.
A small child who must have been seven years old was gasping for breath.
‘You are Belacroix! How can you not do this!’
‘I’m sorry…’
She hurriedly picked up the flying sword and held it in her hand.
Bloody ooze flowed from the hand holding the sword.
The leather on my hands had already burst, and my grip had no strength.
Even so, my father made me continue to swing the sword.
Percussion – Tak –
After clashing swords with her father several more times, she lost strength in her hands and could not hold the sword.
In the end, I had no choice but to let go of the sword again.
Looking up at her father with trembling hands, he squeezed her shoulders and shouted.
‘why! Why can’t I swing my sword! Can you still say that you are carrying Belacroix’s name!’
‘sorry! sorry!’
Before she had time to apologize and wipe away the flowing tears, she rummaged in the ground and grabbed the sword she had missed.
What she feared more than shouting was disappointing.
So, they clash their swords again.
Tak-tak-
I endured more than the first time, but eventually I lost the sword.
In the first place, since my hand was a rag, holding a sword was an easy thing to do.
However, since they even clashed swords there, there was no way their hands could hold up, let alone the sword.
‘Why are you so weak when you have to serve the Holy Son! Can’t I pick up the sword soon!’
‘Huh… black…’
She picked up the sword again. My hand was swollen like it would explode. I couldn’t keep my black color anymore.
The handle of the sword was stained red with her blood.
There is no need to attend a saint when the saintess already exists. It was because there had never been two adults appearing at the same time.
Why does he have to go through such hardships to serve a saint he doesn’t even exist?
Still, she did not dare to ask.
A scream rose to his throat, but he gnashed his teeth and swallowed it.
Because the moment I spit out that question, everything seemed to be broken.
One day, my father tossed it as if passing by in the hallway overlooking the garden.
‘The etiquette is quite good.’
He walked right past him without even meeting his eyes, but with that one word, he seemed to be able to hold on for ten years.
Thirteen years passed like that.
She heard a news.
The revelation of a new saint chosen by God.
It had nothing to do with everything about her.
Everything that I had learned and learned so far has become meaningless. The Belacroix family is a family that serves the saint. This is because, if there is no subject, no matter what you learn, it is useless.
Her family, one of the families that worshiped the saint, moved very busily.
Since their owner appeared, they had to prepare and respond accordingly.
It was no different with Eucliwood.
With her own will, she decided to enter the mansion where the saint is staying as a servant.
At first, everyone, including her father, was against it, but something happened to support her decision.
When Bellacroix made up her mind and pushed it forward, the job to the point where she became a servant proceeded swiftly.
Since she had learned various manners, rules, and behaviors to serve the saint since she was a child, she did not need to learn them again from the maid.
However, if she thought to herself that she liked the saint, that was not the case either.
Rather, it would be more accurate to say that the hatred is great.
Although the saint did not do anything to him, he couldn’t help but feel bad feelings when he thought that he had continued such severe training for the saint.
Still, he was their master. I dared not express my hatred.
I couldn’t even like it.
That’s how the saint came to Seongguk, and she met him for the first time.
The moment I saw him for the first time, it seemed as if an unknown strange current was flowing.
I blamed it on my mood. When the saint fell asleep, in his bedroom, I tried to make sure of his feelings, but somehow my hand went through his hair.
In the end, I didn’t touch him, but I couldn’t figure out why I was trying to do that.
Ray paused to stare at the decorative sword hanging on the wall and tapped her on the shoulder as she thought.
“what’s the matter? Is there something wrong with the sword?”
she woke up
She looked at Ray quietly and lowered her head.
“sorry. I showed ugliness. I will guide you.”
“What’s wrong with seeing a sword?”
At first glance, it may seem uneducated, but I didn’t know that it was an expression of being okay in its own way.
She walked over and guided Ray to the entrance of the enormously large hall.
I said something to the butler guarding the front of the lobby, and the butler was startled and immediately greeted me.
“It is the honor of a lifetime to meet the Holy Son!”
Ray also smiled at his sincere greeting.
The butler calmed down for a moment, straightened up, and then shouted loudly enough to rip the hall.
“Everyone, pay attention!”
All eyes in the hall were directed towards the entrance at the sound of a voice echoing from the lobby entrance.
As all the young aristocrats had gathered, the number of people was enormous.
I thought it would be a good two hundred people.
“The Holy Son is entering!”
