I Married the Terminally Ill Emperor - Chapter 43
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I Married a Terminally Ill Emperor
Chapter 43
There were quite a few people who came to make requests like this. If he dealt with them one by one, he wouldn’t even get a wink of sleep. So it was his job to coldly turn away visitors at the door like this.
“I’ll wait.”
Dahlia pleaded with a desperate face.
“Waiting won’t help.”
Just as the Junior Priest spoke firmly and was about to close the door, Cole, who had been standing silently, stuck his foot inside the door.
“Priest. The child is very sick. Won’t you even let us wait?”
Cole’s voice became extremely low.
The priest, overwhelmed by his presence, shrank back and shouted inside.
“Call the Sacred Knights!”
“What are you doing right now?”
Dahlia looked at the Junior Priest with an incredulous face.
Calling knights instead of priests. Was he asking for a fight now?
“That knight over there is preventing me from closing the door!”
The Junior Priest pointed at Cole’s foot and burst into anger.
“Miss, I just want to go back…”
Monet, caught in the middle, looked at Dahlia with fear. She seemed to think that others were suffering because of her.
Seeing that made Dahlia’s head heat up with anger.
“Cole, move your foot. I’ll handle this!”
As Dahlia put her foot in the door gap, Annie quickly pushed her foot in too.
“What kind of behavior is this!”
It was then that the Junior Priest raised his voice even higher with a bewildered face.
A low, heavy voice came from behind the Junior Priest.
“What’s going on?”
“C-Captain.”
The Junior Priest turned around and stammered in surprise.
“Why did you call the Holy Knights?”
“Nobles came and are causing a disturbance, demanding to see the Senior Priests without any explanation.”
“Without explanation? Disturbance?”
Dahlia repeated the Junior Priest’s exaggerated words with an incredulous face, picking them apart one by one.
The Junior Priest glared at her with displeasure.
Meanwhile, the door opened wide, revealing Captain Roand’s indifferent face. His eyes widened slightly as if surprised to see her.
“Lady Ria?”
“Hello, Lord Roand.”
“How did you come to be here?”
“I have something I’d like to ask of you, Captain. I was going to say that I knew you, but that priest blocked my words so I couldn’t say anything.”
Roand’s sharp gaze turned to the priest who had gone pale.
“Y-You didn’t say that.”
The Junior Priest shook his head in denial.
“I’m sure I said I knew someone here.”
The Junior Priest gulped.
She had said that. But naturally, he thought it was a lie.
There were too many people claiming to know high-ranking priests.
Roand turned his attention away from him and looked toward Dahlia.
“What brings you here?”
“A child is sick. I’m truly sorry, but could I ask a Senior Priest for healing? I’ll pay any amount as a donation.”
Roand’s expression hardened.
It was common for Senior Priests to heal nobles in exchange for donations, but hearing the word money from her left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Roand turned his gaze to the side to look at the child.
“This child?”
“Yes.”
As Roand observed Monet, the child shrank back with a terrified face.
Imperial Palace maid uniform. The child’s bruised face, twisted ankle, whip marks on her calves.
“She was beaten.”
His face turned cold.
Dahlia silently looked at Monet with pitying eyes.
“Please bring the child inside.”
“Thank you.”
Roand ordered his adjutant standing behind him to call a Senior Priest and led them to his room.
After entering the neat and tidy room, Cole laid Monet on the bed.
But Monet was startled and tried to get back down to the floor.
“I can’t lie in a place like this. The sheets will get dirty.”
She had been rolling around in the dust of the punishment room for days. The clean sheets would get dirty quickly.
“Monet, it’s okay. If it gets dirty, we can wash it.”
Dahlia gently stroked the child’s head to comfort Monet.
Monet covered her head with both hands.
“Miss. I haven’t washed my hair in a long time. It’s dirty. You shouldn’t touch it.”
But Dahlia casually took Monet’s hands that were covering her head and lowered them.
“Monet. Remember my words from now on. It’s okay for me to stroke Monet’s head, but it’s not okay for Monet to endure pain. So don’t just say you’re okay from now on. Understand?”
“…Miss, why are you so kind? Someone like me from an orphanage is nothing.”
Monet looked at Dahlia intently with tears welling up.
“Not having parents isn’t your fault, so why are you nothing? You’re Monet.”
Hearing those words from behind, Roand quietly closed his eyes. Memories from his childhood suddenly rushed back.
Someone extended a hand to him when he was pushed away for being dirty.
The boy looked at the delicate hand reaching toward him and deliberately turned his head away. He shouldn’t carelessly trust such pity.
Rough grumbling spilled from the boy’s mouth.
“Tch. This kind of treatment is natural. Adults are all like that. They all treat orphans carelessly. So I have to get used to it.”
But the eyes looking at the rebellious boy’s blue eyes were gentle. The response that came back was also.
“Not having parents isn’t your fault, so why do you say it’s natural?”
Roand opened his eyes with a start, then buried the surfaced memory back in his heart.
He shouldn’t recall such memories. He shouldn’t dare to think of that person.
Then, someone carefully spoke to him from the side.
“Um… Captain Roand? It’s an honor to meet you like this. But haven’t we met before?”
Actually, Roand had been deliberately ignoring the burning gaze he’d felt from the beginning. But when the other person asked so directly, he finally turned his gaze to meet their eyes.
Cole’s deep amber eyes sparkled with joy.
“…You’re my brother, right?”
“No.”
Roand answered coldly and turned his head forward.
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
Cole rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, but couldn’t take his eyes off the captain.
The mythical story of how he, a commoner, became a Sword Master and inherited the Pope’s castle was famous even in the Kingdom of Foevern.
So he had been admiring him without ever having seen him. When the Princess asked for sparring, he had been looking forward only to the day they would meet.
But this person is Captain Roand? This person who looks so much like the older brother I grew up with at the orphanage?
That brother had been abandoned at the orphanage right after birth, so he had no name. So he was always called just ‘hey’ or ‘brother’ or ‘big brother’.
Then after I started working at the Royal Palace, I lost contact with my brother.
Did I see wrong? Or does he not want to acknowledge past connections anymore?
Annie, who was standing to one side, was carefully watching the two of them.
Just then, the door opened and the Adjutant and Senior Priest quickly entered.
Roand guided the Senior Priest to the bed.
“Priest. Please provide healing.”
“Yes, of course. It’s the Captain’s request after all.”
The Senior Priest placed his hands over Monet’s lying body and poured out divine power.
Sparkling golden dust spread throughout the room. It was divine power.
Monet’s bruised face regained its original skin color. Soon after, her twisted ankle also slowly returned to its proper position.
Dahlia watched the scene with wide eyes.
Though she had met many famous doctors because of her incurable disease, she had never once seen a priest.
This was because of Mother’s opposition, saying it would be useless to meet them since divine power was specialized for external injuries.
However, seeing the healing process using divine power right before her eyes was truly amazing.
The Senior Priest, having withdrawn his divine power, wiped his sweat and gave Monet a kind smile.
“Child, can you try walking now?”
Monet carefully got down from the bed and gently placed her foot on the floor.
It didn’t hurt.
Monet’s eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe it, then she immediately bowed repeatedly to everyone in the room.
“It doesn’t hurt! Thank you, thank you!”
“I’m glad, Monet.”
Monet lifted her head and her orange eyes fixed on Dahlia.
Suddenly, she remembered the day she first met the young lady.
“I’ll bring you candy here at this time every day. Until the Foundation Day festival, I’ll be your good luck.”
Good luck.
To someone who had been an orphan since birth, good luck was a word whose meaning she couldn’t understand.
But now she felt like she knew exactly what it meant. The young lady truly was the good luck that had come to her.
“Young lady… thank you. *sob*”
Monet hugged Dahlia’s waist and let out all the tears she had been holding back until now.
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