"majesty."
At that moment, Yulia suddenly opened her mouth again.
"I'm sorry to keep bothering you, but I have a question for you."
Julia hesitated for a moment. It's something he'll have to ask someday, but it didn't feel good to spit it out.
"with me… When are you planning to get a divorce?"
At those words, Fernan's expression hardened for a moment, then slowly returned to normal.
"Why are you going to go and tell the Marquis?"
"no. I didn't mean to ask like that... ."
"Well. She is a daughter who listens very well to her father, so I do not trust her."
Julia's face grew tired of blue at the sound of a voice that was muffled.
She was always weak and passive, but when the story of the Marquis came out, she was especially frozen.
Fernan didn't know why. It was because the marquis he had seen was a father whom he cherished as much as my daughter.
From the first time the Marquis and the Marquis got married, the Marquis used to praise her to the point of being repulsive.
Not only the marquis, but also the emperor and empress were extremely favorable to Julia.
She must have grown up quite arrogant enough, but she didn't show that side at all.
So, at first, I wanted to pretend to be modest.
"Who knows if they will try to get some medicine and eat them again?"
Fernando looked broken and showed a slight arsenic. When she recalled that she was the daughter of her marquis, her confused heart seemed to gradually fade away.
Whether you are weak or timid, you are only the daughter of the marquis in the end. That fact has not changed.
"… … ."
Julia bowed her head without saying a word. She wasn't as bruised as always. She was just a face that looked tired of everything.
"I'm sorry. I won't bother you any more."
I didn't get the answer I was hoping for, but I could see that his intentions for divorce had not changed with his cold, reassuring words as always.
In an instant, my stomach churned. Not wanting to continue eating anymore, Yulia slowly got up from her seat.
Yulia, who bowed her head, crossed the spacious dining room.
When the servant opened the door, Julia left without any regrets. Without seeing Fernan's final expression.
* * *
It was the afternoon when early autumn had arrived.
Julia, who was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace reading a book, raised her head at the sound of a knock on the door.
Melissa, who was cleaning the bedding, ran to the door and opened it, and Bennett was standing in front of the door.
"My Majesty, you have a visitor from the Imperial Palace."
"Guest?"
Julia tilted her head. When I followed Bennet to the drawing room with a curious mind, the servant who was standing inside greeted me politely.
"I see you, Grand Duchess. I am the direct servant of the Crown Princess."
The servant handed something out. It was an envelope with the imperial emblem on it.
Bennett held out the envelope knife he had prepared in advance. Julia opened her envelope and took out her contents, and immediately read her letter.
The sender was the Crown Princess Veronica. The letter was written asking for her regards.
And it was added that a valuable guest would soon arrive in a great siege.
Whether it was intentionally intended to arouse curiosity or who the precious guest was was not written down.
Julia remembered Veronica's friendly face for a moment.
By now, she had entered the late stages of pregnancy and was in the midst of prenatal education.
Veronica, who was facing the prince and wrapped around her belly, looked very happy.
Yulia had a small smile, but the ending turned into a rather lonely one. It was because her current situation was so compared to hers.
Yulia shook her head and tried to shake off her thoughts. And he focused on who Veronica was talking about.
But, to my dismay, the customer came the next day.
* * *
A little late in the afternoon, Yulia stared blankly at the man who entered the main hall.
"Have you been at peace?"
A tall man in a white priest's uniform greeted her leisurely.
It was the priest I met at the last founding day, Matthew.
"The guest the Crown Princess spoke of… Are you a priest?"
Yulia, who murmured in the distance, slowly approached Matthew.
He never thought that he would meet Matthew again in this way.
As she looked at her with a mixture of surprise and delight, Matthews smiled softly.
"After the prayer period for Veronica was over, I stopped by on the way back to the temple."
Matthews looked around slowly. Several users standing in the lobby glanced at him.
It was because his appearance, with a sense of holiness, seemed somewhat alien to the dark and profound anti-aircraft.
"May I meet and greet the Lord first?"
"Ah, Your Majesty is not currently in the castle. You went out for government affairs, but when will you come back? ."
These days, the time of Fernan's return was different, so he was not sure when he would come.
First, Julia led Matthews to the drawing room.
The user who opened the door disappeared saying he was going to bring refreshments, and only after that did Julia open her mouth.
"There were so many things I wanted to hear from the priest… I didn't expect to see you like this."
"The Crown Prince was very worried about Julia. He said that the last time he didn't have a good look on his face, he said it bothered him. So he earnestly asked me to stop by the castle and pray for Julia-sama."
"… That's right."
Veronica's warm heart was fully felt, and Julia put a faint smile on her lips.
"He said he had a lot of things he wanted to hear from me. I will sincerely answer anything."
Matthew's calm voice subsided. With that relaxed attitude, Yulia felt that even her heart calmed down and asked questions one by one.
"Which temple do you belong to?"
"This is the Temple of Illion. Here, not far from Caesar's estate."
The Temple of Illion was not a temple belonging to the Empire.
Matteus said that while traveling around the Empire, he stayed in the Imperial Palace for a while at the request of the Imperial Family.
As you may have guessed, he seems to be a fairly capable and trusted priest.
Julia calmly organized her thoughts. He wasn't sure what to ask first.
Matthew, who was looking at her like that, opened his mouth first.
"You are very much like your mother."
Julia raised her gaze and looked at him blankly. Her clear eyes began to flutter.
"Do you know my mother?"
"Yes, because I was there when you were born."
Julia's hand trembled softly. My heart was pounding and started beating fast.
Matthews reached out to her. Julia looked at the hand as it was far away and laid her hand on it as if possessed.
Immediately, he instinctively felt his holy power flowing through his hands.
"I once said that I am confident in healing."
Julia took a deep breath, feeling the holy energy flowing through her body. The excited heart slowly began to return to its original speed.
"You were the first life I saved with this power."
Long ago, Matteus, an apprentice priest in a small monastery, saw a young woman who came to pray alone every morning at dawn.
She was always crying, sometimes even laughing with her stomach wrapped around her.
Young Matthews watched her every day, and at some point waited for her time to come.
As each day passed, her stomach grew more and more.
"One day, a midwife and a doctor rushed to the monastery. The mother has lost her mind, and she tells her that she cannot use her hands."
They sought a priest as a last resort, but there were only young apprentice priests in the monastery that day.
Matthews rushed to her house, but was unable to help her.
"The only thing I could do was pray, so I prayed with all my heart. Please, save the mother and the child."
Matthews took a moment to catch his breath and then continued.
"And that day, God awakened my latent power."
Matthews injected part of the awakened sexual energy into the woman's belly, and she awoke safely and gave birth to a child.
The heart of the born child was imbued with the holy power of Matthew.
"My first blessing as a priest was that I wanted the child to grow up to be happier than anyone else."
Matthew asked, looking at her quietly.
"Are you happy now?"
Julia stared blankly at him, then immediately lowered her head.
She raised her hand and brought it to my chest, feeling the pounding of her heart.
"I… ."
not happy So I couldn't continue to answer.
Looking at Julia's complicated face, Matthew whispered softly.
"If you are not happy, it is my responsibility."
He turned and looked out the window. Then he slowly opened his mouth again.
"You are still special to me."
"… … ."
"So, whenever you need help, come to me."
Julia raised her head and looked at his shaggy face. He softly curled his lips.
His story was so amazing that it was hard to believe, but unlike his complicated mind, he was calm in his heart.
instinctively knew. Thanks to the holy power in my heart, being with him can help me find stability.
"I… ."
Just as Julia was about to open her mouth, someone opened the door without knocking.
Turning his head, Fernan, who had just returned to the castle, was standing there.