Chapter 234: Rinella’s Destiny is Her Own (27)

The commotion from the previous day’s events spread throughout the manor like wildfire.

Though the Percus manor was spacious enough for a noble’s residence, it lacked the grandeur of higher-ranking nobles’ castles.

The noise that erupted from my bedroom had even reached the courtyard, drawing the attention of over a dozen people gathered at the banquet. Among them were the nosy residents of the Percus territory, notorious for their curiosity. It wouldn’t be surprising if they flocked in to satisfy their inquisitive nature.

Especially considering my family’s prominent role in the proceedings.

Senior Elsie tried to protest at the audacity of commoners trespassing in a noble’s residence. However, to her dismay, no one in the Percus manor seemed to take issue with it.

After all, it was inevitable that today’s events would come to light sooner or later.

Before Senior Elsie could offer her own explanation, she found herself having to account for her brandishing of the kitchen knife. It appeared she had become agitated and headed to the kitchen, but her choice of weapon remained unclear.

Senior Elsie’s explanation was brief and to the point.

“I-If I use magic, it might harm Master too….”

In other words, she only wanted to stab the Saintess.

The Saintess, initially at a loss for words, regained her composure quickly as the Saintess of the Church of the Heavenly God. Now, she resumed her composed facade, spinning lies without bothering to wipe the saliva from her lips.

“I was simply offering Brother Ian some advice on doctrine, but it seems Sister Elsie misunderstood. Immanuel.”

With a subtle emanation of her white holy power, who could doubt the Saintess’s words?

Only my devout mother, with her unwavering faith, made the sign of the cross and whispered a word of prayer.

“Immanuel.”

Of course, not everyone was wholly convinced by this.

Seria and Celine’s gazes were especially dangerously intense. It was almost a relief that we were caught by Senior Elsie instead of them.

If it had been Seria wielding the kitchen knife, it could have spelled disaster.

Even my younger sister appeared visibly irritated.