She Was Sent by God

red out praises about her beautiful and noble figure.

However, none of the pleasant words entered Agnes’ ears.

She left the garden with an expressionless face and walked to the castle.

“Madam, the dining room is over here…….”

“I need to get some air.”

“All right.”

As she walked, she arrived at the watchtower.
The dense forest and sky were the only scenery.

She stared ahead blankly.
The sun was setting before she knew it.

Every time she took a breath, clean, cold air filled her lungs, but her chest felt stuffy as if it was covered with stones.

After only a few blinks, darkness came.

“Madam.”

Max, who was quietly escorting her, opened his mouth.
Agnes slowly turned her head.

There Laslo was standing there like a lie.

“Agnes.”

“……”

She didn’t answer.
She just stared at him with silent eyes.
Laslo came a step closer.

“I’ve been looking for you for a while.”

“……..”

“It’s getting late, so let’s go back to the castle.”

“Are you sure you want to go?”

Laslo quickly realized what Agnes was talking about.

“Yes.”

He spoke calmly and firmly.

“I…”

Agnes managed to open her mouth.

“I can’t watch it twice.”

“What?”

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“You, dying.”

“Agnes.”

Laslo looked a little perplexed.
He took a step towards her.

“What do you mean twice? Have I ever died leaving you behind?”

“…….”

“I know what you are concerned about.
A battlefield is a place where nothing is safe.
But I promise.
I will do my best to come back safely.”

He said in a soothing voice.
She then realized.

Laslo will never understand the fear and anxiety Agnes feels.

You will never know how great the pain is or how deep it is.

“Then do this.”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s make a ritual of oath before you go to war.”

“Agnes, but that’s…”

“So that nothing, even death, can separate our souls.”

“Are you serious? If you do the oath ceremony……”

“I know.
We’re going to be completely part of each other, and we won’t be able to have children unless we have each other.”

Agnes spoke quietly.
I think I can feel a little more relieved if I perform a ritual that binds even the soul.

“Agnes, by any chance… So, just in case….”

“Yes.”

“The oath ceremony is, if you want me to…….
no.
Nothing.”

As Agnes looked at him without saying a word, Laslo hurriedly shook his head.

The expression on his face was subtle and difficult to read.
He seemed disappointed and pleased.

When he did not readily affirm, Agnes spoke again.

“You said you have to go to war no matter what.”

“…….”

“I’m not used to respecting someone’s decision.
Usually, others respected and followed my decision.”

The king has never refused her youngest daughter’s wishes.

It was the same with the Queen and Chavolti.
She was born and raised as a princess.

“But you are different.
You don’t even explain why you’re going to war, so there’s a thousand emotions burning inside me.”

“……”

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“Still, I believe in you.
I respect you because it’s you.”

Agnes did not raise her tone.
All the while, she spoke calmly and quietly.

“So please respect my decision, too.
Give me confidence.
Swear you’ll come back alive in Sutmar.”

“Agnes.”

“The only thing I can lean on while you’re at war is this oath.”

“…….”

“This is also the least amount of respect for me who has to wait in this castle while struggling to see if you are dead or alive.”

Laslo put a hand on her shoulder without a word.
He lowered his face and met her eyes.

“You won’t regret it, will you?”

“I might regret it.”

Agnes calmly said.

“But it’s better than regretting letting you go like this.”

Perhaps reading the sincerity from her eyes, Laslo nodded with difficulty.

“Let’s tell the Minister to prepare for the ceremony.”

“I hope we can do it in two days.”

“That fast?”

“I don’t think it’s fast.
I’ve been thinking about it since the first day I came here.”

“…I’ll do that.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Laslo agreed.

“Let’s go back now.”

He reached out his hand first.
Agnes stared at the thick and big man’s hand.

She slowly reached out and placed it on her hand.
It was so warm that she felt relieved.

Since when did this hand give her peace?

It feels like a long time ago when she thought he was a cold and blunt man.

She squeezed his arm and pulled it down slightly, and Laslo looked down at her.

She met his firm, unchanging eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

Agnes shook her head.
The stride of walking side by side and the warmth of tightly woven hands were very pleasing.

To the point where she doesn’t want to let go.