Incompatible Interspecies Wives

Chapter 65: The Saint Who Hates God (4)

Sien took advantage of the rare moment of respite she had earned.

For the first time in a while, she could distance herself from the harsh sounds of panting and screams, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin.

She was seated in a small clearing where grass had sprouted.

Around her were the holy knights assigned to protect her, but she chose to tune them out.

Sitting in a meadow like this made her feel as if she had returned to the past, calming her spirit.

With this newfound tranquility, Sien watched the children play innocently.

Witnessing their endless brightness, oblivious to the war and violence, steadied her own heart.

In a way, it could be seen as a form of compensation for her sacrifices.

It was to preserve such innocence that she was willing to get her hands dirty.

Though the hardship she endured was primarily for Berg, that innocent laughter was also among the things she wanted to protect.

She wanted to do so because she too had once been sheltered and cared for.

Even when she had lost her parents and had to navigate a harsher reality, she could distance herself from all the griminess because of Berg.

Similarly, when they were both young, Berg had dirtied his own hands for her sake.

He kept her from being drawn into the slums and advised her to settle in an orphanage.

When children appeared to bully her, he fought on her behalf.

The rough Berg of the slums showed a gentle smile, but only to her.

"..."

If a stranger were to observe her childhood, they might think she was unfortunate.

From a young age, she suffered physical pain and hardship.

There were times when her life had almost taken an even darker turn, nearly being sold as a prostitute in the slums.

Having lost her parents.

Becoming an orphan...

However, every memory from her childhood was precious to her, each one a treasure in its own right.

Especially after meeting Berg, not a single memory could be discarded; they were all irreplaceable.

The seven years she spent with him were the happiest in her life.

It remained true to this day.

Leaning on those memories, she was enduring each day.

She was still waiting, hoping to rewrite the story that had been interrupted with Berg.

If the church knew her true feelings, they would surely be scandalized.

That the saintess of Purity wanted to devote both her body and soul to a man.

But Sien had intended this from the start.

Her heart had always been oriented toward Berg alone.

She had survived thus far because of him; she was willing to sacrifice everything for his sake.

Even now, she was striving for a future in which he did not die.

As much as they had shared their childhoods, her feelings for Berg had taken root deep within her heart.

He didn't love her because she had become a saint; he loved Sien, the orphan who had nothing.

The more time passed, the more miraculous his unconditional love seemed.