I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 32

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#Episode 32

Madam moved to the dining hall while receiving everyone’s attention.

Monastery Head Filio gladly offered the seat of honor, but Madam said to dine comfortably without formality and sat in any nearby seat.

Brother Vincent pulled out a chair for her and sat right next to her, while Count Baron, the only retainer, sat across from Madam.

The Baron kept stirring the dishes on the table with a wooden ladle.

His face looked quite displeased.

“To invite Madam and then serve such lowly food! It’s so hard and crumbly that just looking at it kills my appetite. Where else in the world could there be such irreverence?!”

“Huh, what did you just say?”

Meanwhile, Madam was already dipping rye bread into thin potato soup and putting it in her mouth.

Trainee Joseph and the monks, who had been inwardly deflated by the Baron’s reproach, looked up in surprise with wide eyes.

Though she had probably never seen such humble food in her life, Madam was devouring her plate as if she truly found it to her taste.

Count Baron immediately tucked his tail.

“No, no! You misheard me! Haha!”

“Madam, Count Baron is right. Even now, if we prepare proper ingredients…”

The monks, unable to bear it any longer, cautiously spoke up.

In truth, they hadn’t thought that Madam, the mistress of Lombard, would really come to such a humble dinner.

Even when Joseph invited Madam, they had only briefly scolded him not to talk nonsense.

But Madam had truly come, and they ended up serving her nothing but soup with only potatoes in it.

They were so embarrassed they couldn’t lift their heads.

This was none other than Lady Elisia, who was like a benefactor to the monastery.

With a little effort, they could probably obtain some butter or sugar.

But Madam actually tilted her head and asked back like this.

“Are you saying my taste is poor right now?”

“No, no! You misheard us! Haha!”

In the end, the monks had no choice but to give the same answer as Count Baron.

Vincent, who chuckled, served her some of the food in front of him.

“Please have more, Elisia.”

“At this rate, you might go hungry. But refusing a gentleman’s consideration wouldn’t be a lady’s duty, so I’ll gratefully accept.”

Meanwhile, the young nuns checking ingredients in the kitchen watched that scene with sparkling eyes.

It was truly a sight beneficial to their vision.

“How can she be so dignified and elegant yet so down-to-earth?”

“She seems completely different from the nobles I knew. Madam is even of royal blood, yet she sits around and dines and talks with commoners without reserve.”

Her unannounced visit to the thanksgiving dinner was surely consideration not to burden the monastery.

“She must be having such a hard time with Lady Olden, her closest aide, in that condition, yet she’s even caring for us…”

“We should spread this widely to other villages too!”

In fact, voices supporting Madam were gradually growing in Lombard, unlike at first.

Though news between regions was cut off due to geographical reasons, starting with this completion ceremony where many territory residents gathered, Madam’s achievements began spreading to other villages.

Of course, in our village, Lady Elisia was like the Virgin Mary.

Though it’s an irreverent expression toward God, it really was so.

The miners and their families who saved their lives thanks to Madam, the patients who watched the changing treatment center, and the citizens who came and went to the monastery all remembered Madam’s grace.

Of course, her personality was… well, her personality was indeed somewhat fiery.

Nevertheless, everyone was reflecting on believing the malicious rumors surrounding Madam.

“Madam, are you really alright with such things? We have some butter and sugar we’ve saved for important feast days, so perhaps…”

“Don’t say such things. The taste is good enough to serve anywhere.”

Even at Monastery Head Filio’s suggestion, Madam shook her head again.

Rather, she said it was absolutely not inferior to the banquets at Lombard Castle, and separately called the monk who prepared today’s dinner to warmly praise him.

“Elisia, will you drink this too?”

“Alcohol isn’t my preference, but today is a pleasant day, so I’ll specially try some.”

“Here it is.”

Vincent poured wine aged directly at the monastery into a crude wooden cup.

Madam, who emptied it in one gulp, continued speaking.

“Ah, if possible, I’d like to stay at the monastery for a few days.”

“What?!”

The monks cried out in surprise.

Though Madam’s expression was calm, the content was anything but.

“I know the monastery’s situation, so pilgrim lodging would be sufficient.”

“B-but how could we house precious Madam in such a shabby place?! Rather, please use my room—”

“I have no intention of taking the head’s sleeping quarters.”

Though everyone strongly dissuaded her, Madam’s will was firm.

Finally, when Monastery Head Filio was about to kneel in reverence, she spoke.

She said not to take lightly her will to directly confirm the lives of the citizens with her own eyes.

‘Ah, what a respectable person!’

It was the moment when small exclamations burst out among the nuns watching that scene.

Rough hoofbeats quickly approached from outside the monastery.

The presence that lightly jumped down from the horse approached the dining hall, and soon the door opened.

“I hope I’m not disturbing a good atmosphere?”

The man who entered was a perfect being to stimulate the nuns’ secret imagination.

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‘Hmm, did I eat too frantically…’

I looked down at the devastated plate with embarrassed eyes.

My eyes had rolled back at the home-cooked meal after so long.

Count Baron and the monks seemed to have said something earlier, but I was too busy eating to hear properly.

‘Since they’re not saying it again, it must not have been important.’

Anyway, once I filled my stomach, reason finally returned and the scene inside the dining hall came into view.

The monks were clearing empty plates, and the nuns and trainees were carrying water pitchers for guests who had finished eating to wash their hands.

Originally, I should be among the working people too, but sitting comfortably and only receiving service made me feel like I was on a bed of thorns.

But if I got up, those people would end up on a bed of thorns.

I downed the wine Vincent offered in one gulp to calm my uncomfortable feelings.

‘This body is unexpectedly weak to alcohol despite not looking it.’

The past me didn’t get drunk easily unless I drank to death, but Elisia, contrary to appearances, started getting flushed cheeks after just a couple drinks.

I was gradually wanting to lie down.

“Ah, if possible, I’d like to stay at the monastery for a few days.”

“What?!”

I knew the monastery’s situation well anyway.

Though they had done construction, due to budget limitations, they mainly worked on the chapel and prayer room that the Inquisitor would consider most important, and the social infrastructure frequently used by citizens.

Spaces like lodging for the monks’ personal use were practically untouched.

‘There’s one pilgrim lodging for occasional visitors here, and the rest are all being used by the monks. Since it’s winter now, it’s not the season for pilgrims to come…’

It would be perfect if I stayed in that lodging.

I declared to those who dissuaded me.

“Don’t take lightly my will to directly confirm the lives of the citizens with my own eyes.”

In truth, it was the will to lie down immediately, but anyway.

While I, who was starting to get sensitive from being away from bed for so long, was arguing with people, a resounding horse’s neigh came from the clearing outside the monastery.

‘Did Gilbert come?’

Horses were quite luxury items, so there weren’t many people who could ride horses at the outer castle walls.

I happened to remember Gilbert bragging about scraping together his personal physician salary and outer wall special duty pay to buy a horse with impressively good bloodline.

It had been a long-time dream of his.

Anyway, stopping my idle thoughts, I turned to look at Vincent sitting beside me.

It was all thanks to his help that we were able to successfully complete the temple construction.

I wanted to give this timid yet devout priest appropriate compensation.

Vincent, meeting my gaze, smiled brightly without knowing why.

“Brother, do you have a moment before returning to your quarters?”

“If Elisia calls, I must make time anytime. What is it about?”

“Well…”

Just as I was about to get to the main point, urgent footsteps sounded and the door burst open.

Casually turning my gaze, I was so startled that I jumped to my feet.

“I hope I’m not interrupting a good atmosphere?”

The Duke, who should have been at the castle keeping Lady Olden’s lackeys in check, was standing there.

Wearing a modest but neat outdoor dress with a cloak draped over it, he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed and tilted his head.

His gaze was directed not at the director or me, but at the timid priest sitting beside me for some reason.

“So you’re that Brother Vincent?”

“It’s my first time meeting you, Duke.”

The problem was that Vincent was also staring at him intently.

‘Was he always this kind of person…’

With a sinister gleaming look in his eyes that I’d never seen before.

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