Violet Blooming in Patronage

Away from Aiden, Violet walked a little faster. Her skirt kept getting tangled with her legs and it was painful to sweep her swollen legs, but the most difficult thing was that her calves were getting hot. She wished she could show her good performance at times like this, but it didn't always come out when she wanted to. It was questionable whether she had the healing power. The God-given power was so capricious that sometimes the wounds on her calves healed cleanly and sometimes left her in pain. She was now left in pain.

Violet let out a groan of pain. In fact, it was a tolerable beating, but she felt this pain was too great because it didn't fit well these days. Violet was afraid that she would not be able to bear it if she felt more pain later. It's not even that painful. She repeated it again and again to herself.

She missed Daniel. Daniel would surely cheer her up with a gentle smile. He would sometimes take care of Violet's studies when he had time. Still, it was a little reassuring because Daniel was here. Is Daniel still reading the book today? In fact, Violet knew his room, but she was somewhat embarrassed to go there. After reading the book, she hoped that he would get some air in here to move his tired body. Then the bird approached her and chirped. She looked there in surprise. In fact, her ability to understand the bird's words was something that happened for a while like healing power. Sometimes the chirping sound was heard in human voices and sometimes it was just a bird's cry. A glimmer of what the plants wanted was one of them. The power to understand the voice was only used in strange ways. She'd rather heal her leg. She muttered irritably.

"I'm so pretty, I'm so cool in the world, even men will fall for me! Chirp Chirp!"

It is said that when spring comes, birds rejoice that spring has come. It is said that when the evening sun sets, birds sing a song of loneliness. It is said that crows sing of death, and eagles cry over war. What a human-centered view this is.

"Beautiful, Chirp Chirp, lay my eggs!"

But usually, the song of the birds was like this. Violet thought that if any of the saintess' abilities were useless, it was this. Lay eggs, come here! Where are you! It was not pleasant to hear from the birds.

Violet frowned and stepped to a quiet place. She saw a chapel in the distance. The Agrecian nobles here owned a chapel and used to pray there. The chapel here was located slightly higher than the mansion, so walking up the stairs was a little inconvenient. In the past, she couldn't go around because she was afraid, but now she was used to it. Her footsteps in leather shoes trembled unsteadily.

And it was no surprise that she fell down with a shriek, startled by the sudden appearance of the shadow. If falling and rolling was a problem, it was a problem. Her bruised leg was so painful. She grimaced at her face.

"......I- I'm sorry."

Violet might get in trouble again today. She guessed today was an unlucky day. She looked up thinking so and saw a familiar face. Looking at the face, her face turned pale. It was Esselmond who came out of the chapel. He reached out to her expressionlessly.

"Are you all right?"

Violet had no choice but to nod. She had never encountered Esselmond since the meal together. In fact, rather than not encounter into him, Esselmond was busy with the Knights Templar, and he went out early in the morning and came back in the evening, so she didn't even have a chance to meet him. And she had a very difficult time with Esselmond. Her lack of words played a part, but somehow, she got the impression that he was displeased with her. She reaches out her hand. It was the hand she held the other day, but she didn't want to hold it very much. She was just trying to get up in shame. But there was no strength in her legs.

"Did you hurt your leg?"

Esselmond was sitting next to her and looking at her condition. The figure of the boy reflected in the red sunset was so close that she wanted to run away. She always looked shy in front of the first young master.

"Say it. Did you sprain your leg?"

There was even a hint of tiredness in his tone, and she shook her head desperately. It was just that there was no strength in her legs. If he knew she was sick from being beaten, she might be ridiculed. Or maybe she would get scolded again. Or he might have told the Marquis that such a child should be expelled immediately. That first young master was always a difficult person, and she had no idea what he was going to do. Aiden bullied her, Daniel was kind, but Esselmond was always expressionless, and the servants either liked him or feared him.

She wished he'd let it slide, but Esselmond lifted her skirt without asking for her understanding as if he didn't trust her words. She was so surprised that she was speechless, then came to her senses and shouted.

"N-, no!"

Maybe it's the loudest voice she was ever spoken since she got here. It may also be the first vehement refusal to express to the people here. Oh, my gosh, you raised my skirt! She was too shy to lift her face. Esselmond glanced at her as she screamed and tried to lower her skirt. Oh, I might have upset you. What should I do? But instead of looking pathetic, he looked at her like he was observing. Esselmond, who saw her frightened face, said.

"I'm just trying to see the wound."

It was very kind consideration. Despite the violent reaction, he spoke calmly and took off the silk socks under her skirt. Maybe what he wanted to see was barefoot. His hands stopped as he was peeling off her socks. And he looked at her face for a moment. She couldn't lift her blushing face, so she didn't know what expression he was making. She was so ashamed that she couldn't stand it. She just avoided his gaze. God, a man I don't know pulled up my skirt! The innocent girl's face, blushing with shame, entered Esselmond's eyes unfiltered.

"This wound......"

He frowned. Violet was right. She had a calf wound. It was then that she realized that her calf was swollen. Even if she didn't speak, he could tell by looking at the wound on her calf. Violet understood the frown on his face. In fact, anyone would. She couldn't learn the etiquette, so she was a girl who gets a lot of sticks. As the Viscountess said, she was not really aristocratic. Besides, there was a sense of disgust from her wounds. When this harsh beating was applied, her tender skin swelled and sometimes burst. Rose and Lina also frowned upon seeing these cuts, so she understood his reaction.

"......I'm sorry."

Violet lowered her head again and spoke in a crawling voice, and Esselmond asked.

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

The obvious look of annoyance at the question made her honeyed mute. Violet bowed her head again, as she couldn't bear to see his face, but it was clear that he was probably wearing a terrifying expression. Unsurprisingly, unable to withstand the long silence, she looked up slightly to see Esselmond's face, and he had an angry face. She spoke of her fault in a frightened way.

"I-, I actually came into a place I shouldn't have been in, but I did. I apologized was because I was pathetic because I didn't follow the nobleman's etiquette, and the second reason I'm sorry is because I was beaten like this because I didn't do it properly even though the Marquis gave me away. That's how bad I was."

Violet tone was already mixed with weeping. It was rather refreshing to confess. She knew that Esselmond was staring into her own face. Perhaps the Viscountess Iskinder, as always, was staring at her with a disgusted look on her face with astonishment. Tears dripping down her face, and Esselmond said.

"In my opinion."

He sighs.

"The dresses are not yet suitable for the Saintess to wear."

At those words, she despaired again. Neither the Viscountess nor Aiden nor the first young master spoke of it.

"I think it would be better to tell Finn from now on and wear the dresses later."

Violet bowed her head. She knew. Her heart, which was a little excited by putting on the dress, was droopy. Wearing a dress didn't really suit her either. In fact, Violet thought it was strange that Esselmond remembered her exclusive maid, Finn, but she thought it was because maybe the smart noble master had a very good memory. She struggled to hold back her tears. The first young master was just telling the truth. If she cried, he might say something again. She tried to bite her lips and hold back her tears.

"I don't think it's a good thing to walk on that wound, but why did you come all the way here?"

He asked, she answered tearfully to the stern question.

"I want to see big brother Daniel."

"......"

The he said, "I'm asking you, did you tell Daniel this story?"

Violet didn't know what he meant, but she nodded instead of answering. She knew that 'this story' meant that the Viscountess had been scolded her for breaking the etiquette, but she didn't know that it was referring to the Viscountess' whip. He frowned at the answer. There was a sigh and she realized that her body had been lifted.

"Kkyah!"

She screamed as she fell off the ground. Before she knew it, she was held by Esselmond. He picked her up easily even though the dress was too heavy and she wouldn't be too light either.