Violet Blooming in Patronage

In the carriage, Violet bowed her head and said nothing. Sitting across from her, the Marquis also looked out of the window with a complex look on his face without saying anything. The Marquis was originally reticent, and Violet also chose to keep her mouth shut in situations like this. It was her painful way of surviving that she would rather keep her mouth shut and not make mistakes in front of difficult people. She felt dizzy and wanted to rest for a while, but she couldn't even close her eyes.

"Do you understand, Saintess? We have to be careful and cautious when we meet the King and when we deal with the royal family."

"Yes sir."

Violet answered politely. What she said no more was due to the fear of making mistakes. The Marquis said as he took a breath, even noticing it.

"Especially when facing the priests, you must run away."

"The priests?"

At her question, The Marquis nodded a little.

"These are people who are always looking for opportunities to take the Saintess. It won't happen because someone will always be with you, but avoid meeting the priest when you are alone."

Violet nodded her head. She had a strange heat, and she couldn't forget the priests who honoring at her feet. The people who had beaten her sister like that at night, Lydia, smiled at her sublimely during the day. The only firm decision that Violet made, who knew nothing properly, was that she never wanted to go to the temple. As she nodded, the Marquis looked more relieved. The carriage arrived and the royal castle was revealed. She bowed her head instead of looking at the magnificence of the royal castle. She shrugged her shoulders as if she had come to the place she shouldn't have been. The attendants who came to meet them led them to the king's reception room. The reception room was not a large hall like an audience room, but a small room. They were stood and knelt down when the King entered.

"Get up."

At the King's words, they stood up. Although the hem of her dress made her stumbled, she managed holding her center and raised her head with the King's permission. But as soon as her eyes met the King, she bowed her head again. It was still unbelievable for her to look at the nation of a country.

"Is there any inconvenience?"

With that stern tone, Violet said immediately.

"Oh no."

For a long time, his gaze as if evaluating her continued. She shrugged her body even more, hiding her head in case the King took issue with her expression.

"I think she need to learn etiquette first, Marquis."

"I was already looking for a tutor."

The King sighed and sat on the chair at the table. He gestured, and they both sat down cautiously.

"What is your name?"

She answered the question.

"Vi-, It's Violet."

"Even the name comes from a flower."

The king chuckled and clicked his tongue. Is the name Violet wrong? Then it became very uncomfortable to be here. It was not a suitable place to begin with.

"Did the Marquis know this?"

"Oh, no."

"Oh, you don't even know her name when you say you're going to have a foster daughter."

At the King's words, the Marquis looked at the girl sitting next to him with a bewildered expression. It wasn't a pity to see her trembled with a pale face.

"I plan to entrust the education of the Saintess to the theologian, not the priest."

"Good idea."

Said the King as he drank the tea that the maid served in front of him. Violet couldn't care less about tea and refreshments. It was because she thought she might find another flaw while drinking tea.

"I think that if there is a proper education, she should be trained for Malum."

"What do you mean by training?"

"I plan to teach swordsmanship."

Swordsmanship? She looked at the Marquis with astonishment. So was the King.

"I think it's a good thing she wields the sword."

"There is nothing you cannot do if you work hard. 120 years ago, I don't know how the temple educated the Saintess, but the Saintess probably needs some force. That way we can prepare for her future."

"I trust in the Marquis, but I can't shake the thought that it's too heavy."

Swordsmanship, Violet muttered to herself, out of her mind. Manners, swordsmanship. Where on earth does it relate to? When she heard that, it sounded so far away. Then the King said,

"Maybe Marquis, I think the Saintess needs a rest now."

It was hot, she fixed her expression. It must be a great disrespect to stand before the King with a weary face.

"That's what I was thinking, too."

The Marquis winked and one of the servants guided her.

"This way, please."

Violet followed the servant with a nod. She could feel the eyes of the King and the Marquis following. She tried hard to walk clearly, but the over-enriched skirt interrupted her steps. The servant matched her stride.

"This way, Saintess."

When Violet stepped out of the palace, the scent of the flowers filled her. When she saw the beautifully decorated garden, she thought it was like a paradise of God. After a little bit of pressure, she gathered her courage and looked at the colorful flowers.

"Now you have to return to your mansion."

"Yes, sir."

As Violet answered, she couldn't take her eyes off the splendid garden. Come to think of it, the Marquis also seemed to have a beautiful garden. She heard a beautiful bird chirping. As she gazed into it, her eyes wide open, the blue bird chirped at her. She giggled.

"Why are you laughing?"

The servant asked, curious at the sound of clear laughter.

"I'm saying hello to that kid."

At the end of her hand sat a blue bird. The servant's expression was strange.

"Do you understand the words of the bird, Saintess?"

"Yes, strangely I can understand."

"It is because the Saintess was loved by all God-given creatures."

Violet tilted her head at the word. Those creatures must also include humans, because they had no memory of being loved. As Violet reached out her hand, the bird sat on her finger as if waiting. The sound of puffing up the plump feathers gave a somewhat chatty feel. The sun was rising. Her silver hair glistened like sunlight. The image of the girl smiling while looking into the blue sky was like a dream result. The servant watched in raptures as she listened to the bird's song.

"Oh, my God, you are here!"

As soon as she took a moment to walk, someone followed her. It was an old man in a white priest suit. As soon as he approached, the bird made a shrill cry and flew away. The old man came and knelt in front of her.

"I, the servant of God, Berncastel, greet the Saintess."

What did he say? She was so surprised that her voice didn't even come out.

"Are you feeling any discomfort, Saintess?"

"Uh, no."

"It seems to me that you have been emaciated in a day, but you should have prevented the Marquis of Ermengart from using a mean trick to entice the Saintess."

"......"

"Saintess, it's not too late now."

The old man on his knees got up and suddenly grabbed her hand.

"You must go to the temple. The cardinal is waiting for you."

"It's rude, what are you doing to the Saintess!"

Said the servant next to her.

"How dare a petty servant disrespect me, an apostle of God! Do you know what you're doing right now? You'll bring the God's wrath!"

As he roared, the servant flinched. The hard-handed hand wouldn't let her go. Violet trembled in fear at the clingy like of obsession. She might go to the temple. But she didn't want to change her residence. What if the priests changed their attitude and treated her the same way as they treated Lydia? She didn't want to be like her sisters, who fell down and sobbed when the priest went out.

And there was no way the servant next to her could defeat the high priest. Unknowingly, she bit his wrinkled hands tightly.

"Argh!"

As the unexpected pain relieved its strength, she ran away.

'Especially, when facing the priests, you must run away.'

The Marquis' voice was ringing in her head. As Violet ran desperately, she heard the voice calling out to her. The sound of looking for her diminished as she drifted off into the side path. Then Violet realized she had forgotten where she was now. There were large flowers blooming in the maze-like garden, and the trees were regularly trimmed, and it had long since lost the function of the ground. She realized that she had made a mistake. When she run away, she should have fled towards the royal castle. Because it was the only place she knew. She walked around avoiding as many people as she could, as fear prevailed that she might go to the temple if she did something wrong here.

"What should I do?"

Violet muttered. Then she heard the chirping of a bird. As she looked in that direction, the blue bird cried. The bluebird cried once more as if to follow it, and then it perched on a tree near it and cried again.

"Did the lucky tree tell you to come here?"

Violet asked. The bird cried once again. The bird made sure she was following along, and it occasionally made a hurried cry whenever she was late. Violet, who was preoccupied with the bird, squealed, startled by the hand who was grabbing her, and she screamed. This time she clenched and bit the wrist as the arm behind her back grabbed her without hesitation. Still, the arms held her tightly. Suddenly, the bluebird flew away. She realized that the arm that grabbed her by the waist was different from that of the old priest. She struggled at the touch of the arms, which were more powerful.

"Stay still."

In the middle and low of the voice, Violetlooked back in surprise. There stood a young man with black hair. No, actually,he looked like a boy, not a young man. He was obviously tall like a young man,but his face remained youthful. The boy was wearing a black uniform, and thegold thread and colorful patterns were impressive. In her very narrow opinion,there was only one wonderful person who wore such a dress. She was sure she hasheard what Lina and Rose were talking about. They said that in the palace theprince lives. So, this person was a prince. That person was very similar toViolet's imaginary prince.