The Priest of Corruption - Chapter 109

Revilla Irmel.

Revilla Irmel.

Prince of Smiles, Carlto Irmel. Lineage and Beauty. A man born with both. The woman who occupied him, who was the object of envy for all women of aristocratic families.

Revilla Irmel.

Due to the tradition of the Northern Kingdom, which retains the maiden name after marriage, having Irmel’s surname instead of her original name meant that it was one of two cases.

Either her origin was Irmel’s collateral, or if it wasn’t, she didn’t have a last name in the first place.

Revilla belonged to the latter case. Yes, her original job was a gardener in Irmelga. A gardener who takes care of the mansion’s yard.

Carlto Irmel was a man whose face was not worth the money he was born with. Despite his face close to the essence of beauty, he was not very interested in the opposite sex. No, to be precise, it was fitting to say that he was not interested in people.

And because of that personality, Carlto Irmel spent most of his time in the Irmel family’s mansion.

Revilla was a taciturn woman. The kind of woman who always belongs to the listening side no matter who she talks to.

Carlto Irmel enjoyed sitting in the garden and relaxing in the warm sun. In fact, it was his only hobby.

No one dared to disturb him when he sat in the garden and basked in the sun. He was a very fair man, but the basis of his fairness was his indifference to humans, so he was a man who could always be bitterly cold to those who got on his nerves.

Of course, none of the servants of Irmel, who were well aware of his character, dared to get on Carlto Irmel’s nerves.

still. When he rested, there was always silence close to silence.

A small change occurred in his break time after the old gardener retired.

The old gardener passed on his business to his granddaughter. To Revilla, her granddaughter, who doesn’t hurt even if she puts it in her treasured eyes, which her son, who unfortunately crossed the river of death first, left behind.

However, she wasn’t very friendly, and she got a job as a gardener at a young age.

creaking sound.

The artificial sound made Carlto Irmel realize that a strange intruder had entered his resting place.

Gently opening his eyes, he found a woman who was sweating profusely pruning the branches of a tree.

Loose overalls and sweaty towels. A large hat that provides protection from the sun. She was pruning the branches that had grown in sweat.

Carlto Irmel was greatly displeased that his rest was interrupted. It’s also a young woman’s hindrance. It had been a long time since he had already been very fed up with the uniformity of women’s favor towards him. The favor that came without asking for it was just a great annoyance to him.

Before he opened his mouth, Revilla, who noticed his gaze, looked around and met the owner of the mansion.

She bowed her head to Carlto Irmel once to show her respect, then simply went back to her work.

That light movement stopped Carlto Irmel’s mouth from opening. It wasn’t because he fell in love with her at first sight, or because she was a borderline beauty.

The flow of what I was trying to say just stopped. Could it be because of the languid sunlight? Or was it because of the soft wind blowing? If it wasn’t even that, it might be because of the heavy eyelids from taking enough rest in the middle of the day.

Carlto Irmel found it too much of a hassle to open his mouth again to drive her away. Rather than accept the annoyance and kick her out, he decided to just let her eyelids close naturally.

square square.

He took such a sweet nap amidst the sound of branches being cut.

A few days later, when Carlto Irmel, who had taken care of his busy work and took a breather, came out to take a break, the gardener was still sweating profusely.

He was going to kick her out right away, but he was too tired to even open his mouth because of the fatigue he had built up over the past few days.

Eyes met again. Revilla silently bowed her head to the owner of the mansion she had met in a few days, then focused on her work again.

If she had said anything, he would have kicked her out of here right away. But she said nothing. Because of her silence, he lost the will to drive her out and chose to just quietly close his eyes and bask in the sunlight.

Revilla focused on her work in silence until the smiley worker left after taking enough rest. Without even looking at the owner of the sleeping mansion.

Again, a few days later, when Carlto Irmel came out to the garden to rest. His gardener was still at his work.

He had already allowed her to be here twice for some reason, and judging from his memories, he decided that there was no need to kick her out. She was a serene figure, as if she were part of the garden, and Carlto Irmel felt a comfort in her that he had never felt in other women.

Like that, the two spent 20 seasons without any interaction. After five years, Carlto Irmel, who came to rest as usual, suddenly felt something strange.

There was no gardener who was always attached like a part of the garden.

But he didn’t bother to find his missing gardener. Anyway, the servants of the mansion changed from time to time, and that was not something he had to worry about.

That day, Carlto Irmel rested in the sun as usual, but when he woke up, he felt a subtle displeasure at the feeling that something was missing.

He attributed it to the lingering fatigue of the last few days of work. A few days later he returned to the garden to rest.

The gardener was still not there.

A subtle sense of lack. The feeling of lack was so strong that it tormented him. In an unknown emptiness, he struggled to find the cause of that feeling and completed his own reasoning.

everything was as before. The only difference was that the gardener who was always there was not there.

gardener. Recalling the woman who always bowed her head in silence, he began to move to solve his small curiosity about the gardener’s whereabouts.

As long as he, a great lord with only four people in the Northern Kingdom, began to wonder, the gardener’s whereabouts were sent to him in the form of a piece of paper in less than half a day.

What was written in the document was not that difficult.

The senile previous gardener fell seriously ill, and Revilla, who was his only blood relative, had no choice but to borrow money far more than her income to treat him.

Fortunately, she had a pretty smooth look, and an old merchant who had his eye on her had his eyes on her.

Of course, the previous gardener was vehemently opposed, but Revilla borrowed money from the merchant despite his grandfather’s opposition.

She poured out all the borrowed money and called the priest, but her grandfather passed away before the priest arrived.

Revilla was left with debt, and the money she received as a gardener was far from enough to pay the debt.

The old merchant pressed her to choose between paying the debt immediately or becoming his concubine, and she replied that she would become his concubine after her grandfather’s funeral was all that was written in the papers. .

After checking the contents of the document, Carlto Irmel felt a subtle displeasure.

The unpleasant feeling of having your garden invaded by someone else. However, intervening in the affairs of the servants of the mansion was far from his usual behavior.

Do you give favors to someone you ruled over?

He was a man who had never thought of such an idea or acted like that in his life.

Of course, again, he hadn’t thought of paying her debts himself and bringing her back to work as a gardener.

He wandered around in his office for a long time in a feeling of displeasure that could not be calmed down before heading to his garden.

And there was a gardener there.

She was tending the garden, sweating profusely as usual. Upon seeing her like that, Misogong realized that the displeasure that followed him had already disappeared without a trace.

His and her eyes met.

Revilla, who noticed two golden eyes looking at her, bowed her head in silence as usual.

Carlto Irmel, as always, did not respond to the greeting.

But his gardener was different from usual. After thoroughly wiping the sweat with the towel she was wearing around her neck, she approached the owner of the mansion. For the first time.

It wasn’t far, but it wasn’t too close either. She opened her mouth for the first time, not bothering to come closer, just in case the smell of her own sweat would make her smile uncomfortable.

What she said to him was very simple.

He said that he could no longer work here due to circumstances and that he was very grateful.

After bidding farewell to her employer, she bowed her head one last time in gratitude before turning around and leaving.

The smiley ball caught the arm of the gardener who was leaving.

It wasn’t that I was holding him on purpose. To be honest, he had no idea. My body just moved on its own.

It wasn’t that she was suddenly caught, but rather, Miso Gong was taken aback by what she had done and was at a loss for words.

Then an uncomfortable silence followed.

The body of another person felt at the fingertips. It was the first time in fifteen years that he voluntarily contacted another person.

Carlto Irmel threw all his energy into trying to understand his actions, while Revilla stood still, waiting for her employer to open her mouth.

After a long silence, the first words Carlto Irmel spoke to her were extremely simple.

“Propose.”

Originally, what he meant to say was, ‘I will pay off the debt, so refuse the merchant’s marriage proposal and continue working as a gardener in my mansion.’

Maybe it was the first time I opened my mouth that day. Or is it because the body is uncontrollably tense? Whatever the reason, he got his tongue twisted.

He froze again in shock at the grotesque words he had uttered.

Another long silence.

After a while, Revilla’s mouth opened slowly.

“Will you marry me…?”

A marriage proposal that was forcibly accepted. To that marriage proposal, Carlto Irmel responded neither too late nor too soon.

“… it does.”

So he married his gardener. to marry her

There was a lot of opposition and resistance to his sudden marriage, but as always, he broke down the opposition casually and gave the gardener the surname Irmel to make her his wife.

After a while, he realized it only when he saw his wife sleeping soundly next to him.

he loved her I don’t know since when, but she was already part of his life.

Revilla also fell in love with her devoted husband.

The two, who loved each other, bore the fruit of their love, gave birth to a son, and later had a daughter.

Her health deteriorated rapidly after having a daughter. Misogong asked his wife to be healed by the priest, but for a pregnant woman to be healed by the priest was tantamount to giving up the child.

The power of healing is to return the body to its best state. Unfortunately, the healing power poured out on the pregnant woman rejected the fetus and had a devastating effect.

So she refused to seek treatment.

It was a terrible ordeal.

Dakia was born at the same time Revilla died.

Carlto Irmel, who watched her death by his side, quietly returned to his room.

After that, the curtains were drawn in his room. The curtains were so thick that not even a single point of light could penetrate.

So he locked himself in his room and never saw the sun again.

Because the warm sunlight reminded him of his wife who left first.

***

Green fleshy trees covered the land and grew. The living trees attacked Dakia’s party all at once.

bang! bang! bang! bang!

violent destruction ensued.

In the midst of merciless destruction, the second apostle, ‘Looking Back Carlto’, roared.

– right now ! ! ! Give me the ring ! !!