Yuna walked around her own room in circles, unable to calm down.
She couldn’t bring herself to sit down quietly. She had to do something, anything– this thought pushed her own without meaning.
Two weeks have already passed since she learned of the fact that Ron was waiting eagerly for the anti-saint faction’s royal palace attack. There, Yuna had declared “I will go down the path that I believe in” but, in actuality, she couldn’t find anything for herself to do. Just by stepping out of her personal rooms she came under care of a bodyguard, so there was no way she could rush out into the town and persuade the anti-saint faction.
The sunlight, which seemed to pierce, shone mercilessly on the young lady’s back.
While gritting her teeth, the young lady carried a basket on her slender shoulder and walked at an even, unbroken pace. When she finally reached the building that was her goal, she opened the door with her body and dropped the basket she had been carrying with a thump. At that impact, an undersized fruit rolled out of the basket which was full of vegetables. It rolled to another young person. A muscular body bent to pick up the fruit and then, while throwing it into the basket, he gave a deep sigh.
“How many times have I said that you don’t need to do this kind of work, Mille.”
“And I’ve said many times that I’ll do it, even if you tell me not to, Jin.”
The young lady, called Mille, gave a chilly glance at the tall man before she poured water into a cup from the water jug beside her and drank it all at once.
The next morning, a letter was delivered to Yuna who was having breakfast in her room.
It was an exceedlingly fine-looking envelope, with an imposing wax seal. Because the messenger purposefully carried it to her on a golden tray, she could tell that the letter came from someone of status. However, for Yuna, who hadn’t received a letter in this life up to now, she had no idea who the sender could be.
In any case, nothing would start if she didn’t open it.
Finshing her breakfast and drinking her after meal tea, Yuna placed her cup on the table and then took the envelope in hand.
“Wow, it looks amazing on you, Lady Celiastina!”
Yuna, who was standing in front of the full-length mirror in her room, sent a wry smile back at her maid, Nasha, who looked at the mirror and exclaimed in delight.
Right now, Yuna looked more like a fashionable aristocratic lady than a saint who served God. She had on a light pink dress, layered with delicate lace, and a necklace with a large jewel; her makeup was also applied more carefully than usual.
“No, really, for this dress to be worn so splendidly…”
The dressmaker beside Nasha had a wide smile as he said this with admiration.
It was recent that he, an expert dressmaker, made a request to present his own work to the saint Celiastina. In less than a month, when the royal palace gave consent, the dress and the person himself entered the royal palace. And, because he wanted to check if there were any measurements which didn’t fit, it became a dress fitting session right there.
What is a miracle?
Sometimes, it might be the glittering stars in a black, night sky, which moves a person’s heart.
Sometimes, it might be the flower blooming in the wide desert, which comforts a person’s heart.
But in time the night will end and the glittering stars will disappear.
But in time the sand will dance and the colored flowers will be scattered.
It is only the human will that raises a miracle.
Even if one thinks it is lost, they must not give up.
If it is a miracle that cannot be lost, then one must never stop.
Only move forward.
As long as the flickering light beyond the road’s end is within sight.
(T/N: Updated the page list with 3rd book details!)
Character pages for the second volume! Once again, these appear the front of the book but in order to hide spoilers about appearing characters I’ve posted this at the end. Warning: Looking at this might destroy your mental image of the characters, aha. You can also laugh at my hilarious romanization of their names.
A long time ago, there were two beautiful twin sisters who lived in the land of Schlezel.
The two sisters closely resembled each other, to the extent where no one could tell them apart. The older sister’s name was Rhodiani, and the younger sister was Endius. The two lived close to the entrance of the forest, a little ways off from the town. The two had lost their parents early and had no other relatives. Because of that, the two were bound by a strong bond. If one laughed, the other laughed; if one cried, the other cried. Even if their bodies were divided in two, their souls were one. This was how dear they thought of each other and trusted each other.
As they left the orphanage and went further on horse, the entrance to the forest appeared faster than she thought. And, indeed, there was a quiet graveyard spread out on their side of the forest. Not a lot of people seemed to come here and the hushed and lonely atmosphere made Yuna feel more and more depressed. She didn’t think anyone would want to stay here long with the force of the dense forest approaching from behind.
“Please do not leave my side.”
Stopping the horse, Asyut murmured that while looking around at their surroundings. Feeling the tension in his form, Yuna also braced herself once more.
Looking out over this desolated ground, there was not a soul in sight. Instead, there were shabby tombstones dotting the grounds.
Yuna watched the changing scenery as she sat on top of a horse, supported by Asyut.
She never expected that she would leave out of the gates in the same way that Yodel, who she saw off several days ago, did. Feeling a strange connection, Yuna sighed in wonder. That sigh, in the blink of an eye, disappeared behind them.
Yuna and Asyut were on a horse that was galloping on a continuous straight road; the two were heading to the orphanage that Celiastina used to live at in the past.
Aeneas walked down the corridor alone. Suddenly, he stopped and raised his head absently. –Beyond that door, Celiastina wasn’t there right now.
Aeneas could only smile bitterly at how, every time he passed her room, he found himself searching for her, even through the door. Right now, he didn’t have the energy to tell himself off for how weak he was being.
Celiastina looked quite busy these past few days. Because she wasn’t allowed to act alone, Aeneas would always head to see her and escort her during those times. But even though the time he spent beside her was longer than usual, why did he not feel that at all. Instead he felt like they were drifting apart from each other more than usual. Both of them were awkward and could only have harmless and inoffensive conversations.
She couldn’t turn her eyes away now that she came this far.
She would visit the orphanage where Celiastina lived. It didn’t matter how trivial it was, so long as she could learn about anything related to her there, the thread wrapped around her heart would surely come undone.
Asyut also did not stop Yuna. He himself might have wanted to uncover what lay at the bottom of Celiastina.
It was decided that Asyut would investigate as to the whereabouts of the orphanage.
That said, the investigation was not that complicated. Because it was the orphanage where the Saint Celiastina grew up. The royal palace had to know where it was.
There was just one worry; whether that orphange still existed now. According to the rumors on the street, Celiastina was identified as a saint when the director approached her with intentions to assault her. It might have been a story created to make her personal history tragic, but if it was the truth then it was likely the orphange’s doors wouldn’t be open in the present. The director was punished, and there was a possibility that the people who were involved became scattered.
The sky was high, Yuna thought.
A clear, cloundless, blue sky spread out this morning. Yuna took in deep breaths while still looking up. Recently she realized that whenever she was thinking, or troubled, she found herself looking up at the sky; somehow it had become a habit. It was a strange thought because she didn’t do this before. It might have been because the sky was the only thing that hadn’t changed since her previous life, and looking at it naturally calmed her down.
“Lady Celiastina, is something the matter?”
“Ah, no. It’s nothing.”
Aeneas was escorting her to the balcony that overlooked the plaza.
Asyut picked up a piece of the report that was spread out in front of him and then tossed it aside after a glance.
Unable to feel motivated, he stood up from the sofa and poured himself a glass of water from the shelf before draining it in one go. –As he thought, work wasn’t something to be brought into his private room. Along with his sigh Asyut felt that keenly. But there was a mound of problems and they were all serious matters that could not be ignored. During the day he was up to his neck in dealing with business that the only way to think slowly over these problems was to set aside a short time at night.
The enviroment surrounding the Saint Celiastina was once again starting to change greatly.
There were many points related to her that he was concerned about. First, the most immediate problem was the matter of her bodyguards. Ever since Neisan, a victim of the Holy Jail, was announced as a candidate to be her bodyguard, everyone’s doubts began to swell again.
The same situation occurred when Aeneas became one. Why did he expressly want to serve as the hated saint’s bodyguard? Was he not hiding a plot to avenge himself? If that was not the case then, conversely, was the saint the one who appointed him as a bodyguard again? If so, then for what reason?
Certainly, the surrounding voices gradually became smaller as Aeneas did his work with devotion. From an outsider’s view, the master and servant relationship was also favorable and, from the start, Aeneas’ nature made it hard to associate him with shadowy actions like deceiving people for revenge.
But what about Neisan? Those who had knowledge of him, know him. Originally, he was a man whose specialty was gathering intelligence and assassination. Various factors, which happened in a row, led him to walking a path as a squire but, even if his title changed, he might still be acting behind the scenes of the royal palace as a “shadow”.