Chapter 655
My Villains Episode 655
74. melee(3)
It was already mid-April, and spring was in full bloom in the royal capital. However, the northwest wind that occasionally crossed the Great Mountains was cold enough to put the season in vain. People were melting as if they were melting in the weather that was getting warmer day by day, but they were shivering from the chill that came at dawn..
It was unusually cool in the convent of St. Thomasia just before dawn..
This small convent, embraced by the cathedral Mattiario, is a forbidden area comparable to the royal palace. The gloominess that did not suit a sacred building was probably largely due to its closed nature..
Whiuuuuu-
The cool wind became a gentle breeze and permeated the alcove located on the third floor of the main hall. If asked about the coldest place in the entire convent of St. Thomas, nine out of ten nuns would point to this half-pyeong cell..
There was no fireplace or even a small brazier, so there was no way to beat the creeping cold. The quilts hanging on the walls and the fur on the floor had been removed as soon as March came, so it was cold wherever I stepped on it. It was fortunate that there were no windows at all..
“……Ugh.”
At first glance, the cold bones that did not let in even a single light seemed like a prison, but what woke up there was not a prisoner, but a slender nun. She was a woman who was secretly referred to as a ‘precious person’ or a ‘blockade nun’ among the nuns..
“grunt.”
The nun, who had been shaking for a while, threw back the heavy blanket with a groan. I struggled to get up and with a very skillful posture, I fumbled around the bedside and lit the candle..
In the dim light, a youthful face revealed a surreal beauty..
Softly extended eyes, long eyelashes, transparent white skin, and red, plump lips. Silver hair with a mysterious glow and eyes with a gentle indigo color. Even the frowning expression on his face due to the cold was not enough to be a flaw..
Yuril Lioneldottir of Geore. It was Princess Yuril, who was often called the most beautiful woman in the kingdom among many luxuries..
Of course, she has long since abandoned her status as a princess. Having made her vows at the foot of the Ringed Cross, she was now only a nun..
“……cold…….”
Yuri gritted her trembling teeth and bravely got out of bed. And then I quickly changed my clothes. She quickly took off several of her worn-out pajamas and began to put on her nun's clothes..
He wore a black scapular over a white tunic, and a black hood over a white headkerchief. Just as I was covering my black and white nun uniform with a dark brown robe, someone knocked on the door..
“Sister, have you finished preparing??”
“yes, it's over.”
Yuril answered in a quiet voice and quickly stood in front of the door. For a moment, the sound of clanking metal rang out, and the half-span thick door slowly opened. She immediately finished adjusting her clothes and left the room..
The head nun and six or seven ordinary nuns led by her were standing in the hallway..
“May you lead to light. Did you have a good night last night?.”
When Yuril greeted her politely, the middle-aged nun responded with a faint smile. At the same time, he looked up and down the clothes worn by this solitary nun. The ordinary nuns and the female knights standing on one side of the hallway looked at Yuril closely..
After a moment of awkward silence, the head nun winked, and Yuril slightly bowed her head and joined her colleagues. The nuns wearing the same clothes walked silently..
Like most monasteries, a day at St. Thomas Convent was extremely monotonous. To sum it up in one word, would you say it is a daily routine that begins with prayer and ends with prayer?.
Waking up at dawn to pray, praying in silence when the sun rises, sets, and sets, praising and praying before breakfast, reading and praying at noon, and praying at the end of the day after dinner..
Seven prayers and two meals are not the end. Even the purification ritual of washing one's body under running water must be performed day and night. If the abbess or head nun gives you a task, you have to do it, and if it's the day before mass at the cathedral, you have to make related preparations..
It's a monotonous but busy life..
It has already been nine years since Yuril, a solitary nun, has been thrown into this convent life. Having spent nearly half of my life there, of course I have become accustomed to most of the things that fill my daily life..
But still, on cold and lonely nights, my kind mother and dependable brother would appear in my dreams..
When I dreamed of holding my family's hand and playing around the 'Baekpo Palace' and was thrown into the cold reality, it was not easy to narrow the harsh temperature difference. I have to shed tears for hours to quickly cool down the warmth that fills my heart..
It was like that until last year.
Now I can gather my thoughts with a few long sighs. Thanks to this, I have never missed prayer this year and have never received corporal punishment for it..
I turned 19 this year, not young by any means, but I was still afraid of corporal punishment. Even if I stayed in the convent for another 10 years, I would never get used to corporal punishment or that birch cane..
If I were to be naked in the middle of a large, dark room and have my back, buttocks, and thighs splattered, I would crawl into a corner without realizing it. Like a small animal. If you crouch like that, bleeding, shaking, and crying out loud, you will quickly forget not only your pride as a royal, but also your dignity as a human being..
I am truly happy that I have not suffered that terrible corporal punishment for five months now. Thanks to this, Yuril did not feel any dissatisfaction despite the number of jobs that increased day by day and are still increasing..
Looking back, it was around this time the year before last..
A strange disease called servant's disease had just begun to become popular, and the convent of St. Thomasia had begun to accept and care for unconscious female believers..
It's not strange. It is the natural duty of the church to provide relief to the sick..
Although Hain's disease was an unknown disease, it did not require any special measures right away. We don't know the cure anyway, so the priority is to take good care of him and save his life..
Of course, curing a person in a vegetative state is very difficult. It requires a huge amount of labor as you have to check their breathing every time, carefully feed them watery porridge, clean up their urine and feces, turn them over and wipe their bodies, and do all kinds of other things..
However, all nuns are skilled in nursing and treatment. Patience is basic, kindness is a duty, and one or two out of ten even use divine powers. For such experts, curing a vegetative state was not a difficult task, just a bit of work..
Still, since nuns are human too, there were many cases where they thought it would be better for them to do such simple nursing care at home..
Of course, the patient's family's position was completely different. If you want to receive regular baptism of divine power from priests or monks, it is better to be nearby. Even if that wasn't the case, if you stayed in a space filled with divine power like a convent, you would benefit from everything..
In fact, this is not just an absurd idea; priests who live a monastic life not only do not suffer from minor illnesses, but also age much more slowly. For example, the abbess of St. Thomasia Convent maintains the appearance of a middle-aged person in her fifties, even though she is nearly seventy years old..
It was natural that there was a widespread trend of not using sacred power. How could it be that those in power would personally lead clergy in order to benefit the denomination?.
Those who entrust patients to the convent may not be of the highest rank, but they are of a high level in their own way. No matter what anyone says, this is the deepest part of the royal capital, a convent attached to the cathedral. It is not a space that anyone can enter..
In any case, from the convent's perspective, all they have to do is endure until a cure is found. There was no way the church, the royal family, and the Council of Dawn would sit still, so this mess would end soon. Everyone believed that.
Despite such optimism, Yuril devoted herself to nursing work. It was hard work, but it wasn't something I disliked. Although she was forced to make a vow, fortunately, helping others suited her..
Actually, I had other expectations..
Patients with servant disease are in a vegetative state and cannot speak, but aren't the people who come to visit them fine? I thought I would have no wish to be able to have a conversation or a few words with those visitors..
That's right, Yuril has been completely alone for the past few years. The loneliness was that deep..
Is it because of the sorrow of the convent and the chief nuns, or is it because of the poisoning incident that occurred a few years ago? Ordinary nuns did not dare to associate with Yuril. They only spoke briefly when absolutely necessary and rarely had private conversations..
My older nephew, who was my only companion, returned to his hometown more than seven years ago, and my friend who used to come over the wall from St. Adeion's Monastery also stopped hearing from me a few weeks after the 'Spring Equinox incident'..
It's sad, but that doesn't mean I decided to use this opportunity to make friends again. Yuril clearly knew what was allowed and what was not allowed. My friend clearly fell into the latter group..
She was just curious about what was going on outside. After her brother, whom she had been sending letters from time to time, died in a distant foreign country, there was really no one who gave Yuril any news from the outside world..
As a result, Yuril's expectations were met to some extent..
Of course, as expected, I couldn't even dream of having the opportunity to talk to outsiders. Not to mention the female knights who always followed her, and the nuns around her were also watching her every move..
Instead, I could overhear the visitors whispering among themselves. All that was heard was a few fragments of sentences or words, but it was something that Yuril, who was thirsty for stories about the outside world, was thankful for..
Also, a completely unexpected event occurred. While she was taking care of patients as usual, a visitor suddenly spoke to her..
“My older sister is Princess Yuril.?”
“……huh?”
“Could you please write a letter to the Red Knight? Don't come.”
“letter? What are you talking about, I have no idea,”
“They said the Red Knight was coming to get the princess, so my dad went to the west to build a castle. They say that as long as the red knight doesn't come, my dad can come home too..”
A girl dressed well was looking up at Yuril with bright eyes. She was embarrassed by the situation in which someone spoke to her, and she did not understand the content, so she immediately fell into confusion..
“The red knight is coming for me, what the heck-”
Before I could even finish asking, the people around me rushed in..
The surprised lady shouted, and the stunned maid ran over and picked up the child. On the other side, surprised female knights grabbed Yuril with violent hands and dragged her out of the aid station. She had to return to solitary confinement without knowing why..
After that accident, which was not an accident, surveillance became more stringent..
All of the female knights who had been attached as guards were replaced, and a wizard with a cold expression came and searched the half-pyeong cell like catching a rat, and in the evening, the nun was summoned to hear a sermon. Even the new bishop of Mattiariot Cathedral, Szwovan, came to visit..
They only scolded, questioned, and pushed, but did not teach anything..
But Yuril wasn't a fool either. I pretended not to know anything for fear of being punished, but inside I was constantly pondering questions..
In fact, it wasn't her first time talking to an outsider. The same is true even if we take as a standard the period after the father and brother died one after another, and surveillance and control became more extreme. There were about four or five people who spoke to Yuril without knowing her identity..
There wasn't this much fuss back then. At best, the head nun approached and politely dismissed the outsider and reprimanded Yuril..
But why did everyone cause such a stir this time??
The answer was obvious.
Red knight. It was because of that word.
But what a red knight. What does that villain have to do with you??
A red knight is a vicious criminal who was directly excommunicated by the patriarch of the Church of El Ganor, and a traitor who drove his beloved brother to death and became the lord of an enemy country. For Yuril, just thinking about it was an object that gave rise to an unfamiliar feeling of hatred..
Yuril didn't know anything about how her wise brother had been deceived by that villain. This is because when I exchanged letters with my brother, there was not a lot of talk about military affairs or politics. A letter containing such content would never have been delivered in the first place..
However, the evil red knight is coming to get him.?
Why? It's not enough as an older brother, I'm trying to harm his younger brother as well.?
Even in the middle of this kingdom’s capital? how?
Countless questions arose, but no one could answer them. The only option given to Yuril was to bury all the questions deep in her heart..
however…….
thud. thud. thud.
My heart was pounding strangely. It was really strange..
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