She was sent by God - Chapter 98
He fiddled with the soap Adrienne had made with a curious expression.
Laslo was an example of a good monarch, so it didn’t take long to gather and accept opinions.
“How much can you produce? How much does it cost to make?”
“The production period is about a week, and it costs little.”
“You’re saying it costs only a little to make soap?”
His expression turned bizarre, as if he had been told that clay could be made gold.
“Is that possible?”
“Yes. So, I hope the soldiers will use it diligently.”
Agnes spoke calmly.
She said it as if it were nothing, but soap is a luxury.
It is a precious thing that commoners have never used in their lives, but Agnes breaks the boundaries so easily.
Laslo was surprised every time she did this. He was afraid of getting used to the amazing miracles she created.
“Really? it’s not difficult?”
“It may be cumbersome, but please pay attention to it.”
“I’ll do that. I’ll make hand washing a part of our training schedule.”
Dinner went smoothly. After the couple finished eating, they naturally went up to their room.
Naturally, she thought they would sleep in one bed, but Laslo took a few steps back when he saw that she was lying on the bed.
“Why? Are you uncomfortable?”
“No. It’s just that I have something to take care of.”
“Then I’ll join you.”
Agnes pouted her lips and got up with the blanket on. Laslo smiled sweetly and kissed her forehead.
“Go to sleep first.”
He left the bedroom with those words.
The next day, Laslo followed Agnes as if apologizing for being cold to her for the past few days.
He tried to share three meals a day together, and left a small kiss on her cheeks and eyelids regardless of who saw it.
He hugged her from time to time and followed her everywhere.
His actions were so blatant that Niall coughed in vain.
“My lord. There are many eyes in the castle.”
“It just shows the deep bond between the couple.”
“Why are you doing it in the middle of the castle? Don’t you think about the people who can see it? What about the people who don’t have a partner and live life alone?”
Zoltan was furious at Laslo’s blatant response.
He even laid out sermons that didn’t suit him, telling him to do it secretly in a bedroom with just the two of them.
Of course, Laslo did not even pretend to listen to it.
“Wait, Laslo. Isn’t this too much?”
“Now, put this arm away. Oh, I’m falling!”
He stuck to her even when she was at work.
Instead of just sitting next to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her in his arms, so it was uncomfortable for her to move her body.
Agnes managed to put down her pen and told the man sticking to her.
“I heard you need to organize your military service again. Sir Zoltan was begging me to come to the training ground earlier.”
“I’ve already written down the reorganization on paper.”
“Writing it on paper doesn’t mean it’s over. I heard that there are so many other things to do besides that.”
“Wait a little longer.”
Laslo hugged her deeply and rested her head on her shoulder.
The breath that touched her neck was hot.
Agnes only sighed, unable to push him away.
Everything seemed to have returned to its place. Laslo spoke and acted as usual.
The only strange thing is that he is reluctant to lie in bed with her at night.
“What do you do at night?”
“It’s just things that have been pushed back.”
“So, you push back the thing you need to do during the day and do it at night.”
When Agnes grumbled, Laslo only smiled, kissing her eyes.
She found it annoying that he tried to be alone at night, but she didn’t mind too much as she was tormented by Laslo during the day.
One day, 10 days before Laslo goes to the battlefield.
She was experimenting with this and that with the soap that Adrienne made, and turned her office into a sea of water.
Agnes called in the maids to clean the floor, but it was not easy because the amount was so large and the range was wide.
“I think I’ll have to remove the furniture and remove the rugs as well. Madam.”
“Sigh. I can’t help it. Do that.”
Because of that, the office was a mess.
Meanwhile, a maid who had just entered the castle accidentally spilled soapy water on the floor, and Agnes unluckily stepped on it and fell backwards.
“Call a doctor right now!”
The servants screamed. Agnes’s mind was briefly drawn to a dark and gloomy place.
When she came to her senses again, harsh shouts and sorrowful cries woke her up.
“… P, please forgive me. Help me. Hugh M, master!”
“Brother! This is the princess’ bedroom.”
“I’m sorry. I was wrong. I absolutely don’t have any evil intention. Please save me, Master!”
Agnes struggled to open her eyes. She had a slight headache, but it wasn’t unbearable.
First, she saw the maids kneeling on the floor and shaking.
One small maid was lying down and begging at the feet of Laslo.
I can also see the angry face of Zoltan. He was clutching Laslo’s arm, holding a sword tightly.
Laslo immediately looked back, even though it was a little louder than a whisper.
As soon as their eyes met, a feeling of relief appeared on his face.
“Agnes, are you awake?”
“What sword is that….?”
“Where does it hurt? Doctor! Bring the doctor right away.”
“Why is there blood at the end of the sword?”
It wasn’t an illusion. The blood flowing through the blade was as hot and red as it just appeared.
In response to the repeated question, Laslo swung his sword once to shake off the blood and put it back in its sheath.
“It’s not a big deal. How’s your head?”
“It’s not bad.”
His face was as friendly as usual. He looked calm as if he were greeting her in the morning.
He constantly swept Agnes’ cheeks and forehead.
“But why are the maids kneeling down like that? Did something happen?
Agnes was just confused about everything.
She remembers stepping on the slippery floor and falling backwards.
But when she wakes up, the maids are on their knees and trembling, and Laslo is holding a blood-stained sword.
“You don’t have to care about sinners.”
“Sinner? What do you mean?”
“They are sinners because they did not take good care of their master.”
He turned around and looked down at the maids.
His eyes were as cold as the winter north wind, and there was no emotion in his voice.
Even though his gaze was not directed at Agnes, she was afraid for a moment.
Agnes grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. It was then that she was able to understand the situation.
“Is it because of me?”
“No. It’s because of them who put their masters in danger.”
He quickly changed his face to a gentle face and spoke.
Agnes looked closely at the maid’s skinny back.
Thighs or sides. At that point, blood was dripping out. The maid was trembling with her head down on the floor.
She felt weird. The Laslo she knew would never cut people like this with a sword,
“Why? Are you in pain?”
‘Why didn’t I notice it before?’
Only then did Agnes realize the strange behavior.
Laslo Arpad, whom she knows, is a merciful monarch.
He was never a person who would draw a sword at his subordinate’s mistake.
Agnes said, holding his hands tightly.
“Can you back off?”
Laslo lifted his finger.
The maids left the room in line as if they were waiting, and the maids who were lying down were supported by the other maids.
Red blood dripped onto the rug, leaving a trail. Agnes glanced at it and calmly chose what to say.
“Laslo, I understand your concern for me. But I think the treatment of the maid is somewhat excessive.”
“…It could have been a big trouble.”
“That maid didn’t do that on purpose. The maids will have their wages cut for a month, and the maid will heal her wounds before letting her out of the castle.”
“You could have died.”
He muttered. It was small, but not enough to hear it.
Agnes smiled lightly and pulled Laslo’s hand.
“No, it’s not a big deal. It’s my fault for not paying attention to my surroundings…”
“Don’t you know that you could die? People die somehow.”
“Falling off a horse, eating poisonous mushrooms, and even if you fall and hit your head like this, you might die!”
It wasn’t the anger that had built up deep inside, but the fear exploded all at once.
Laslo shook off the hand caught by Agnes.
“I am in agony and pain every time I hear that you collapsed like this.”
“It’s so hard to be nervous and afraid alone, thinking that your heart will stop beating without me knowing…….”