Rozalie finally lifted her heavy eyelids. She stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.
It felt like all the emotions had been drained out of her body.
Why am I here? Why am I lying down? — even such thoughts no longer crossed her mind.
She just knew that she was lying down somewhere inside an unfamiliar room.
“…………..”
Her surroundings were noisy.
Physicians and priests ran helter-skelter around Rozalie.
She could hear the voices of people waiting for her awakening, but she didn’t have any desire to do something about it.
Her mind was blank.
The jealousy that consumed her, the ambition to stand in the pinnacle of the Shrine and desire to suppress everyone else, the contempt towards others that had existed within her as naturally as breathing — even the hope of becoming a great saintess had been wiped out of her heart.
No.
There was one thing that remained, and it was faint.
‘Lufure-sama.’
There was no anger or devotion, nor did she have the desire to see him, which had been the tangible proof of her avarice.
Her empty heart was just shaken like ripples on the water.
However, it was already everything for this girl at her current state.
It was the sole thought that woke her from the empty sleep.
“—Rozalie Forey! You have awaken!?”
One of the priests shouted as he looked at Rozalie. She was still lying on the bed without even closing her mouth. She didn’t stir the slightest.
Everyone rushed to her side in that instant.
What happened, did you really generate the filth, what’s the reason — she was bombarded with questions, but Rozalie didn’t utter a single word in reply.
She just continued staring at the ceiling, blinking slowly as she ignored the din, but —
The voices suddenly ceased.
It was replaced by the sound of footsteps.
What might it be — she didn’t even think about this.
She just reflexively tore her eyes from the ceiling and turned her head.
“—Rozalie-chan.”
A familiar girl stood at her line of sight.
It was Amalda — the saintess of the supreme god and the girl that she used to mock calling her ‘potato woman’.
She probably came to see Rozalie.
She rushed through the crowd of people inside the room the moment she spotted Rozalie’s figure.
The priests hastily opened a path for her.
Amalda smiled when she saw the priests moving out of her way left and right.
That smile held hints of being troubled and yet it was something she already expected — Amalda then turned to the young priest closest to her before saying “Thank you.”
That greeting of thanks held no meaning for that girl.
It just so happened that he was the closest to her.
However, the surrounding atmosphere changed in that instant, and Rozalie noticed it.
‘Ah…..’
Her body trembled reflexively.
It wasn’t because she feared Amalda.
The thing that surrounded them now — even if she lost her mind, her body still remembered.
Jealousy and envy that had turned towards the young priest….
The devotion and the egotistical resentment…
Something invisible clung to Amalda stickily.
Amalda and the priests seemed unaware of its presence.
Amalde wasn’t bothered by the countless gazes on her as she drew closer to Rozalie’s bedside.
“So you woke up, Rozalie-chan.”
She stopped in front of the bed, and without bothering to sit down, she said those words to her.
She smiled at Rozalie.
It was a kind expression, as if she was sympathizing with her, but she then shook her head right after.
“But then, Rozalie-chan — no, Rozalie-san.”
She then turned her gaze down and slowly blinked.
When Amalda raised her head again, she no longer have a trace of that smile on her lips.
There was something cold and reticent about those blue eyes of hers as she stared at Rozalie.
“Even if we’re friends, there are things that you should have told me…I heard all about it while you were unconscious. Rozalie-san generated filth and attacked Lidianne-san, they said. I also heard that Lufure-sama was the one who rescued Lidianne-san when you assaulted her.” “…………Ah.”
Rozalie herself didn’t understand why she uttered that.
Amalda ignored her tiny reaction before placing her hands on her lips.
Her brows were furrowed, her eyes wandering about as if she was at a lost. She looked as ifshe was wondering whether she should say something that was difficult to broach.
However, she shook that hesitation off and raised her head.
“I believed in you, Rozalie-san. I was also confused about Lidianne-san’s matter, but…I believed in your words, so I yelled at her. But, turns out reality was the other way around.”
The expression in her face now was that of firm resolution.
Her brows were still furrowed as if she was aggrieved bout something, before she placed her hand on her chest as she looked down on Rozalie.
“Rozalie-san, I am truly disappointed in you. Even if we were friends, I cannot forgive you. Not only did you deceive me, you also created filth and attempted to hurt Lidianne-san. I am also at fault here for not seeing though your filthy heart.”
Her dignified voice resounded through the room.
The priests all cried “oohh”, apparently impressed by her firm voice that didn’t suit her meek appearance.
Even if she was hurt, she was still willing to face the truth for the sake of her friend — it was so befitting of a saintess.
Rozalie unwittingly blinked as she stared back at the figure that was looking down on her while the voices rang behind her.
A thought passed through her mind, and it was the feeling that she held towards this Amalda before.
‘Idiot, easily getting conceited just because she’s praised even though it’s not sincere….’
She’s a stupid potato girl pretending to be a heroine and she didn’t have any idea that Rozalie was just using her.
Rozalie believed that she had this ignorant, easily controlled country bumpkin wrapped around her little finger, thoroughly using her and yet…
“The Shrine will definitely give their verdict towards Rozalie-san. It isn’t just a problem of filth, it also includes Lidianne-san’s matter; you have a lot of things you have to be responsible for.”
It was then that she understood, from those words that had been thrusted to her.
It had been the opposite.
Rozalie was the one who had been thoroughly used without her knowing.
“I’m sure we will not meet again in this Shrine. Even though you were a good friend…Really, how unfortunate.”
(End of Volume 3)
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T/N: Sorry for the wait, guys. This is Sat’s missed chap, will post Tuesday chap tomorrow >.<
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