“Sir Knight, Sir Knight.”
Gabriel let out a small groan at the soft touch that was waking him up. He felt hot water dripping down his face.
“Ugh…”
He fluttered his eyelids. He struggled with the bitterness to open his eyes, and his bruised, swollen eyes covered half of his vision.
Through the gap in his vision, watery golden eyes were visible.
‘Golden eyes.’
A symbol of divine power.
Gabriel stared blankly into the eyes, and jumped to his feet in embarrassment.
No, he was trying to get up.
But a great pain in his stomach struck him, and he couldn’t help but groan while raising his body vaguely.
“Keugh!”
“Stay still. You are seriously injured.”
A small hand pressed on his shoulder.
Gabriel looked down at the hand for a moment, then raised his head to check the other person.
“Saintess…”
The little girl had a determined expression on her face as tears were dripping down.
It was Veronica.
Gabriel lay quietly, feeling the strength draining from his body.
“Why are you crying?”
“You’ve been hurt so much…”
Gabriel, who had been bullied by several rogues, could not open his eyes and look at her.
Veronica said, wiping tears from her sleeve as if she was the one hurt.
“Sir Knight was lying down, so I moved you to the nearest infirmary.”
“Oh, did you?”
“I’m sorry for forcibly waking you up. You didn’t even move, so I got scared so I didn’t know…”
She smiled shyly, scratching her cheek, perhaps embarrassed for fussing.
Saintess, Veronica.
She was quite famous in the papal palace.
Although she lacks innate divine power, she is a warm-hearted person who embraces everyone with her natural character.
‘Because you are kind to even a humble apprentice knight like me who might be kicked out at any time.’
First of all, it was Garcia of the Holy Empire that enjoyed absolute power from those who were born with divine power.
But even between them, there was a class. The more shiny and vivid the golden eyes they have as melted gold, the higher their position was. Because it was evidence of high divine power.
Veronica’s eyes were so dark golden that they looked almost brown at first glance.
But she had a fairly high position in the papal palace.
Everyone loved her, Veronica. As a sign of respect and friendship.
Gabriel was no exception.
“You don’t have to cry for something like me.”
“Where are those words!”
At Gabriel’s words, she burst into anger.
“God is the one who embraces even a single strand of grass that has bloomed by the roadside. Don’t humble yourself by saying you’re unlike me. Are you going to ignore His love?”
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