Not Knowing The Betrayal Of That Day - Chapter 130
Translator: Effe
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Chapter 130
“You’re already drinking as soon as you wake up.”
“I saw an unpleasant face in my dream. Just consoling myself.”
“Still, drinking on an empty stomach isn’t good.”
The man nodded and asked the servant who brought the wine for some simple food this time. The servant assured him that it was already prepared, and food would be coming up soon from the kitchen.
“Your Holiness, enough of playing the role as the Marquis’ caretaker. Did you handle what I instructed properly?”
“Of course. I instructed them to spread misinformation into the south about donating funds. Baron Vijune is one of Count Chaldiweus’ financial channels, so surely the Count must have received the news by now. He might be busy scheming to embezzle the money.”
Hearing the man’s answer, Beatrice raised her eyebrows and curled the corners of her mouth.
“All right, that’s how it should be. Our goal is to blow away Count Chaldiweus’s emergency fund. That way, the old man would start rampaging. We need to drain the money he has collected.”
“But he won’t move immediately. Dealing with such a large amount of money circulating and laundering takes time. Well, if we wait, we’ll gradually receive contact.”
“Alright, let’s see how long he can hold out.”
Beatrice laughed lightly and poured herself a drink. The amber liquid filled the glass.
“More than that…it’s fascinating. A guy who squeezes every penny from the poor peasants, then devoutly donates a substantial amount every month. Does he really think salvation can be bought with money?”
“…Well, sometimes there are foolish and ignorant individuals who understand one thing but don’t grasp the whole picture. They view God merely as a means to satisfy their own desires. From their perspective, they might think they are faithfully worshiping God.”
The man spoke with a sad tone as he arranged the chess pieces on the board. Beatrice, after observing his careful movements, eventually spoke.
“How about a game of chess with me?”
“Sure, I was getting bored playing alone anyway.”
“Let’s have you play as white.”
“Are you confident? I won’t decline.”
As the pieces were neatly organized on the board, the man moved the white pawn first. Then, Beatrice moved the black pawn, initiating their chess game.
In the early moves, the game was evenly contested, but as time passed, it increasingly leaned toward Beatrice’s side. After contemplating for a while about where to move a piece, the man was interrupted by a sudden question from Beatrice.
“Do you think that I would be saved by the god you believe in?”
“….Lee, are you trying to distract me?”
“Well…”
Beatrice shrugged. She couldn’t deny it.
In response, the man chuckled softly and moved a chess piece to the spot he had been contemplating. Then, he calmly opened his mouth.
“Salvation… It’s a difficult question. I am cautious to even mention that word with the lips of a humble servant. In truth, I don’t know everything about Lee. Therefore, I can’t casually make assumptions about what kind of life you’ve lived. Doing so would be deception and arrogance. If one is a servant of God, they should never dare to embrace such things.”
“That was a long speech. So, what’s the conclusion?”
“Yes, anyway, what I want to say is… everyone is given equal opportunities. To those who seek salvation, God always responds. So, Lee might also receive an answer. Of course, if Lee wishes.”
When the man finished speaking, Beatrice simply smiled. His response still sounded like empty words to her. Well, perhaps that answer could be a source of hope for someone, but fundamentally, it meant nothing.
When it was her turn to move in the chess game, Beatrice made her move and leaned back against the sofa with crossed legs.
“Well, then I guess I won’t receive that answer.”
‘I’ve long discarded any expectations of receiving an answer.’
Beatrice didn’t believe in God.
Ironically, living in a country where religious authority was second strongest, she was denying the existence of God. Moreover in front of someone like the Cardinal. However, Beatrice considered believing in God something trivial. For her, it was an eternal and unchanging fact.
‘There is no god. Even if there were, it wouldn’t be the god I desire.’
There was a time when Beatrice believed in God. During her innocent days, she thought that if she prayed earnestly, a compassionate God would surely answer her prayers without a doubt.
But not anymore.
The ultimate savior she once believed in turned out to be nothing more than a pitiful illusion, a parasite that exploited people’s weaknesses.
That day, when she asked her father why he had abandoned her, his response lingered in her memory.
‘Must I explain that to you in words? This is why women…’
The sound of mocking laughter echoed from above her head. She could hear the brothers her father had brought laughing at her from outside.
‘I thought you were a different child because you’re a daughter. In the end, you’re just a daughter anyway. Did you really not expect it to turn out like this? How foolish. Just as my Father said, women are like this.’
Scorn, mockery, and blame all merged together, overwhelming Beatrice. She trembled all over and couldn’t bring herself to lift her head. And she thought.
What went wrong, and where did it start?
Before long, Beatrice made up her mind.
She decided not to repeat the foolish act of waiting for her father and praying for salvation while living three days with her hands bound and starving.
The underlying problem blocking her way would not change easily, and it would continue to persist. Therefore, Beatrice realized that power was needed to crush those things.
‘I need my own strong and unyielding tower.’
Thus, Beatrice began to look up directly. She faced reality.
‘Rice! How could you, how…!’
‘I won’t talk much. It would be good if you died for me.’
Since that day, Beatrice began to deal with the illegitimate children who had once believed without a doubt that they would become the successors of Marquisate Borwen, mocking and belittling her.
She had no mercy for those miserable creatures. Those bastards, bragging about nothing but their lower bodies.
When there were no sons left, Beatrice went to find her father. The daughter who had grown taller than him now faced him directly. Her father trembled. His contemplative face was extremely refreshing.
‘You seem like you don’t know what’s going on, Father. But must I explain that to you in words? You’re going to die anyway.’
‘You, you wretched woman…!’
‘Go and greet my brothers for me.’
Dealing with her father was easier than dealing with her brother. Her father, already sick and weakened, could not resist her hand that was pressing down on him.
After everything was done, Beatrice smiled at the wretched face that was looking at her.
‘Merciful God, are you watching? This appearance stained with sin and immorality.’
Leaving her father’s body behind, Beatrice dragged a chair and sat by the sunny window. The sunlight streaming through the window was dazzling more than ever before. In the refreshing feeling, Beatrice exhaled a long breath and slowly closed her eyes.
Eventually, she burst into laughter like a madwoman.
‘Wretched bastards.’
In the end, salvation is for the weak and those who seek it.
The one who can save herself is herself.
“Check.”
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