《Thiendavis – For The Perfect Salvation》 Chapter 1 translated and edited by rie ! ¡¸To you in an imperfect world who longs for perfect salvation.¡¹ . . . ¡°You¡¯re as mannerless as you look.¡± A woman¡¯s offensive language poured cold water on the amicable banquet hall. ¡°I have to say goodbye now. Still, it is a great honor to meet you, Count Zion Laurel.¡± The ensuing insults cut off even the remaining laughter, and as if lightning had suddenly struck, the aristocrats were petrified. The nobles who were enjoying the party blankly stared at the girl. Evie Ariathe. That¡¯s the name of the girl in the sky-colored dress. She¡¯s the candidate for the next saint and the culprit who smashed the atmosphere of the banquet hall with just two words a moment ago. There was a chilling silence in the banquet hall surrounding the girl. And at the time when everyone was bewildered, Evie, the culprit of the situation, was extremely quiet but more intensely shocked than anyone else. ¡®What did I say just now?¡¯ Evie looked around at the silent banquet hall with surprised rabbit eyes. Then looked back up at the gorgeous man standing in front of her. His name is Zion Laurel, the brother of Grand Duke Laurel, who hosted the banquet, and the person who had just been accused by Evie of being mannerless. While Evie was blinking and frozen, the Count spoke. ¡°What did you just say?¡± In response to the Count¡¯s monotonous question, Evie suddenly came to her senses and tried to utter excuses. No, I¡¯m trying to explain. ¡°You¡¯re as mannerless as you look, but it¡¯s such a great honor to meet you, Count.¡± However, what came out of Evie¡¯s mouth was a vivacious argument. Then, she swallowed a gasp in shock. ¡®Wh.. what¡¯s going on here?¡¯ There¡¯s something wrong. Otherwise, the polite Evie would not have said such rude things to a person she only met today. Evie quickly shook her head in surprise. ¡°Um, excuse me, Count. That wasn¡¯t what I was trying to say¡­.¡± ¡°If not¡­¡± The Count leaned toward Evie, which prevented her from making excuses. With the distance narrowing, the Count¡¯s face drew closer. So, Evie looked at him, face riddled with confusion. The Count was indeed a great beauty. His delicate features that seem to have been carved by a skilled artisan were impeccable, and his wide shoulders that he lowered to face Evie made her realize just how big of a man he is. In addition, his shiny blonde under the chandelier was as dazzling as a halo. However, if there was anything different from the rumors, it would be his sky blue eyes, which were said to be empty and had no vitality, were strangely persistent now. ¡°If not, then what were you trying to say?¡± The Count looked at Evie and asked. It was unclear whether he was giving her a chance to explain or holding back his anger. But the desperate Evie replied, leaving her judgment behind. ¡°Greet me properly and go away, you rotten bastard.¡± I want to die. ¡®Is this a dream¡­?¡¯ Once again, Evie¡¯s mouth moved against her will, putting her in trouble. Evie found the situation absurd and looked at the Count like a rabbit caught in a trap. The Count, on the other hand, was gazing strangely at her. His gaze was akin to someone getting angry, watching something strange, and thinking about how to punish the previous disrespect. His ambiguous eyes and the silence of the banquet hall choked Evie¡¯s breath. The nobles watched Evie silently. Everyone looked curious as to why the good and gentle saint candidate suddenly committed such a rude feat. Evie wanted to give them an explanation or excuse. However, she couldn¡¯t open her mouth out of fear of saying something strange again. Frightened, Evie hesitated and hesitated then bit her lips. Then, leaving behind the countless glances that fell on her, she eventually fled from the banquet hall. . . . ¡®How the hell did this happen?¡¯ Evie, who got on the carriage, sighed and remembered what had just occurred. Earlier, Evie insulted the great nobleman Zion Laurel, in the presence of hundreds of nobles. What¡¯s worse was that she commented on his manners. It was something no one else would dare. Only four families are called great nobility here in Thienda, and the first of them is the Grand Ducal family of Laurel. Laurel is an aristocrat of the nobility and the de facto owner of this kingless continent. But to insult Count Laurel at the banquet hosted by the Grand Duke of Laurel¡­ Evie imagined what the aristocrats would say with the desire to cry. ¡ª ¡°Heavens, was she that kind of person in the first place?¡± ¡ª ¡°It¡¯s good that we discovered her true nature before she was chosen as the saint.¡± ¡ª ¡°Manners aside, I knew the natives of Vis were low-class people.¡± Evie closed her eyes tightly at her self-painted criticism. Although she is now mentioned as the next most powerful saint, Evie is a lower-class member from the subcontinent, Vis. Although she is now being talked about as a powerful next-generation saint, Evie is a lower-class citizen from the subcontinent, Vis. Evie, who had been living at Vis¡¯ orphanage, was blessed by God at the age of 15. Thus, she caught the eyes of the Tower and came to Thienda, the upper continent, the world of aristocrats. After that, at the age of 18, she entered the society of Tienda in earnest, but the conservative aristocrats were bitterly cold to the lower class Evie. Some young aristocrats even made immature bets on when will the ¡®lowly slave¡¯ flee back to Vis. However, despite the strong malice, the exclusion of Evie did not last long. It was because of Evie¡¯s wonderful ability to receive divine protection, and her kind and warm personality befitting it. Eventually, the cold nobles opened their hearts one by one, and now they love Evie enough to mention her as the next saint. But today, her efforts so far have collapsed. Evie frivolously spat out harsh words in front of everyone. But Evie swore to God that she had no intention of saying all that. ¡®The words involuntarily came out of my mouth. Why is this happening¡­?¡¯ Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks Evie was confused and searched for the cause, but suddenly swallowed a gasp. Come to think of it, the butler once told her something like this before. ¡ª ¡°Ms. Evie, if you want to go out in the social world, you need to know about the curse.¡± ¡ª ¡°On rare occasions, the aristocracy even commissions a curse as if it were an assassination.¡± ¡ª ¡°The curse puts the target in trouble in a bizarre way. So you have to be careful.¡± Indeed, I¡¯ve heard of it, about the curse. Evie, who recalled those words, was convinced of her condition at the same time. Maybe¡ª no. This is obviously a curse! Otherwise, my mouth wouldn¡¯t move freely like this. When her thoughts reached that point, Evie¡¯s delicate eyes shook anxiously. ¡®Even if it¡¯s because of a curse¡­ will everyone believe me?¡¯ If she says that insulting Count Laurel, the great nobleman, was not her intention, if she says that the previous rudeness was all due to a curse¡­ Evie thought so and shut her eyes. I hated myself for being more anxious about the eyes of the nobles than the mysterious curse. But I couldn¡¯t help it. In Thienda and Vis, there was a wall of status that could never be crossed, in which pride was a right and servile was duty. While Evie was stomping her feet, the carriage arrived at her mansion. The servants rushed to meet the master when she returned home, but Evie ran straight to the room, leaving them behind. Then, he took a deep breath with his back to the door. ¡®In order to explain it, I must first find out what kind of curse it is.¡¯ Evie thought so and looked at the full-length mirror in the bedroom. In the mirror, a neat girl with black hair was standing holding her breath. The elaborately decorated appearance was beautiful in her own eyes, and the situation of her running away again was upsetting to think about. Evie bit her lips in frustration and whispered to the mirror. ¡°I am Evie Ariathe. Evie Ariathe, the saint candidate of Managna Tower, who is presumed to have been cursed¡­.¡± Evie muttered a few words as she remembered, and started to cry again. Unlike when she spoke ill of the Count, she now spoke properly. ¡®What..? Could it be that I only speak like that in front of other people?¡¯ It¡¯s a plausible assumption, but it¡¯s still too early to conclude. Earlier, Evie was able to speak properly in front of the count, even if it was for a brief moment. Evie stared into the mirror and repeatedly agonized, and the sound of a shrill knock rang out. ¡°It¡¯s me, Ms. Evie.¡± A calm voice came from outside the door. It was the voice of Evie¡¯s butler, Dieth. ¡°I heard that you returned. You came earlier than expected, is something the matter?¡± The butler asked politely, but Evie couldn¡¯t afford to explain, so she roamed around the room. ¡°At the banquet, I cursed at Count Laurel, called him rude, and ran away because I couldn¡¯t handle it.¡± ¡°¡­.What?¡± ¡°Ugh!¡± No, I attempted to cover it up. However, her voice once again betrayed the will of her body, Evie was startled and covered her mouth. Ugh, Again! My mouth moved freely once again. Why? Why now¡­ ¡®Wait, by any chance, this¡­?¡¯ Evie, who had been absent-mindedly stiff, swallowed in vain with a certain foreboding. Come to think of it, it was. There was a certain situation before Evie¡¯s mouth spat out unwanted words. The first, second, third, and now. Evie swallowed dry saliva at the ensuing speculation. Then she asked the butler outside the door carefully. ¡°Well, butler, let¡¯s put this aside for a moment and ask me a question. Anything you¡¯re curious about.¡± ¡°What do you mean¡­¡± ¡°Just once, it¡¯s important.¡± Evie hired a hesitant butler. The butler reluctantly started his rhyme. ¡°Then, Ms. Evie, did you really accidentally break the statue of the Tower Master, which was discarded?¡± ¡°Nope. I kicked it on purpose.¡± There was a moment of silence in response to Evie¡¯s unadulterated answer. Evie opened her eyes wide in surprise, and the butler outside the door was silent for a moment. ¡°¡­ Why?¡± ¡°Because the tower master made me angry.¡± It was the same when the butler asked for a reason. Evie replied unconsciously and froze in a daze. After a significant silence, the butler asked softly. ¡°Then, Ms. Evie do you know the whereabouts of my Verdaede-limited teacup?¡± ¡°Yes, I buried it in a flowerpot inside my room.¡± ¡°Did you break that, too?¡± ¡°Again, yes, but this time it was a mistake.¡± ¡°But why did you feign ignorance every time I looked for it?¡± ¡°You nag a lot and hold grudges!¡­ Tha¨C that¡¯s enough! Stop!¡± At the butler¡¯s successive interrogations and the confession that flowed out of her mouth, Evie freaked out and stopped answering questions. The butler shouted to open the door. So Evie held on to the doorknob and groaned. ¡°This is unbelievable.¡± Evie finally realized. The curse that befell her, and that she can¡¯t explain anything to the nobles, including Count Laurel. Evie Ariathe, the saint candidate with a gentle and noble, is cursed. I¡¯m certain. It¡¯s the curse of answering other people¡¯s questions honestly. And just an hour ago, Evie, who was cursed and became painfully honest, said this in front of everyone. ¡ª ¡°You¡¯re as mannerless as you look.¡± ¡ª ¡°Greet me properly and go away, you rotten bastard¡± ¡°Ah..¡± Evie¡¯s face turned white as she pondered over her words. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only Now that I¡¯ve come this far, I have to admit it. This cheap nonsense, which was blamed on the curse, was actually, in fact, Evie¡¯s pure sincerity. The kind and gentle Evie Ariathe had a rough and snobbish personality by nature, but she pretended to be meek with the sole intention of becoming a saint. However, the curse that fell like a thunderbolt on her was a curse that exposed her pretense, so Evie, who realized the situation, sat down with her back to the door. She then forgot how to breathe and screamed in silence. Chapter 2 Chapter 2: Becoming too honest. translated and edited by rie <3proofread by eriBefore coming to Thienda, Evie had no last name. When she was a child, she was an orphan in the slums with no parents and home, let alone a surname. One day, she was asked by an astrologer wearing a deep hood.¡°Evie, what kind of person do you want to be in the future?¡±The child stared at the astrologer¡¯s random question and then clicked her tongue.¡°Mister, what are you saying to a person whose nose is bleeding?¡±Evie said so, and the astrologer sitting on a shabby stool scowled. Not to mention that Evie was in tatters at the time, her nose dripping with blood. At best, the handkerchief lent by the astrologer was already soaked in blood.That day, the 12-year-old Evie got caught by a back street gang and was beaten harshly due to not paying debt. So when Evie grumbled with an uncomfortable face, the astrologer made a poor excuse.¡°When a man dies and comes back to life, he makes a new commitment.¡±¡°I¡¯d rather go to hell.¡±¡°Our dear Evie is also cold today¡­¡±The astrologer sadly mumbled at Evie¡¯s cold response. She frowned and sighed deeply in return.To say the least, the only one who treated Evie like a person in this dirty back alley was the astrologer. Although he neither tells his name nor shows his face, she didn¡¯t even know why he set up a seat here when there was nothing. But she was always indebted to the astrologer, so Evie replied, pretending she couldn¡¯t win.¡°I want to be a difficult person.¡±¡°A difficult person?¡±¡°Look at me. I¡¯ve been like this since this morning. It¡¯s because I¡¯m an easy person. A push-over.¡±Evie spoke bitterly and looked down at her wounded hands.¡°I have no energy, no money. This is how I am. There¡¯s nothing ¡®difficult¡¯ about me¡ª except for my life, that is.¡±She looked up, tired of the shape of her insignificant hands.¡°So I want to be a person that others find difficult. Say, like the people in Thienda.¡±Evie said so while pointing to the sky. There was a massive continent floating in the air, guarded by several islands.Thienda. It was a land where noble and high-ranking people lived.Once upon a time, the sea covered the earth. When the destruction arrived in the form of a submersion, God showed mercy and scooped up the earth with both hands. Then, he ordered four dragons that resembled the sky to guard the land that floated in the air. And the two aerial continents created by God¡¯s protection are the Thiendavis they now live in¡­ the astrologer once taught her that¡­Among them, the continent of Thienda is the land that monopolizes sunlight from high places, while the Vis continent, where Evie lives, suffers from shadows and curses from low places.¡°Didn¡¯t you say that? There are nobles living up there. I¡¯ll go up there someday, you¡¯ll see¡­¡±With a muddy hand, Evie reached for Thienda. Her thin fingertips were shabby, but her black eyes reflected between them sparkled like stars.¡°I¡¯m going to become a very difficult person over there!¡±...Eight years have passed since her declaration.Evie, who came up to Thienda as she planned, and was even about to take the seat of a saint, was still deeply ashamed of her poor life.¡°Well, Ms. Evie. What¡¯s your dream?¡±¡°World domination.¡±¡°Aside from that, do you have any other dreams you¡¯d like to see come true?¡±¡°Becoming a saint and taking power.¡±¡°Then, what would you want to say to the Tower Master?¡±¡°Get out of my life, you wrecker! ¡­ Ah, what should I do?¡±After answering without hesitation, Evie pressed her palms to her forehead due to her remarks. Perhaps if it was the usual Evie, she would have answered like this when asked about her wishes, aspirations, and acquaintances:¨DFor the world to be full of peace.¨DI want to be a saint and convey hope to people.¨DDear Tower Master, thank you so much for guiding me.However, an unexpected event that began last night took the world away from her. Evie, whose black and secular true intentions were revealed, had to swallow her disillusionment for a long time.¡°You seem to have become too honest.¡±Then a shrill voice was heard nearby. The man who said so was wearing a butler¡¯s tailcoat and had reddish brown hair. His name is Diez. He is Evie¡¯s butler, who shared life and death with her. He immediately noticed Evie¡¯s condition last night. She also confided in him about everything this morning and is now putting their heads together in order to find clues related to the curse.¡°You can¡¯t hold back or change your words, right?¡±¡°Yes, my mouth moves on its own.¡±¡°Excuse me for a moment.¡±Diez lifted Evie¡¯s chin with his gloved hand. Then he looked deeply into her black eyes and said,¡°So it is the curse of Noche after all.¡±¡°Noche, I haven¡¯t heard of it in a long time¡­¡±Evie smiled with a cloudy face at the butler¡¯s affirmation.Noche. It was one of the four dragons that guarded Thiendavis. But 300 years ago, Noche committed treason and lost his life to the other dragons. He continued to fight until the very end, eventually turning the divine protection he had been given into a curse that he then spread all over the world. That was how the curse of Noche began. It was the most threatening and malicious disaster in the world, which began 300 years ago.¡°Using the curse requires the cooperation of the Night Clan, and contacting them is dangerous even for the nobles. Is there anyone around you who would take such risks to curse you, Evie?¡±¡°Other saint candidates, aristocrats, or the men who confessed to me and got dumped.¡±¡°There are a lot of suspects.¡±¡°That¡¯s great, I grew up with nothing so I like it.¡±Diez¡¯ eyebrows curve downward at Evie¡¯s nonsense. How can you be so aloof when you¡¯re under an unidentified curse? Asked Diez, who was suspicious of it.¡°Are you alright?¡±¡°No, I¡¯m just pretending to be okay. Actually, I cried all night.¡±There was a moment of silence.¡°Agh!¡±Diez shouted and released Evie¡¯s chin. It was because Evie, whose chin he was holding, bit his thumb. When Diez looked at her in surprise, Evie smiled gracefully and warned him after she had bitten him.¡°Please refrain from asking unnecessary questions.¡±¡°Why are you taking it out on me when you¡¯re bluffing?¡­.¡±Diez murmured, shaking his tingling hands, but Evie sighed, pretending not to hear it.¡°I¡¯m so upset, how could I be caught in such a curse¡­¡±¡°The basic principle of cursing is the realization of weakness. That means your weakness is the revelation of your true nature and your pretense.¡±¡°¡­.Thank you very much for your kind explanation.¡±Evie softly laughed at the butler¡¯s acrimonious reply. However, Diez added nonchalantly, as if he had no malicious intent.¡°To be under such a curse two months before the saint selection, the person who commissioned this curse seems to want to prevent you from becoming a saint.¡±¡°I¡¯m sure of it.¡±Evie nodded helplessly at the butler¡¯s guess. As Diez said, the next saint will be decided in two months. Therefore, the female candidates had to be careful and take care of themselves until then.But the previous day, as a result of the curse¡¯s abrupt emergence, Evie caused a scene in front of the great nobility and ruined the banquet. Nothing could be said even if she was disqualified as a saint. As Evie touched her forehead again, recalling yesterday, Diez asked implicitly.¡°But why did you do that to Count Laurel?¡±¡°I didn¡¯t do anything, and that damn bastard touched me first¡­ No, Evie. Don¡¯t be like this.¡±Evie grumbled unconsciously and quickly shook her head. Damn bastard, what a word to come out of the beautiful mouth of a saint candidate. Evie slapped a palm in her mouth and explained in a neat voice again.¡°¡­It was an accident. But if I have to determine what¡¯s right and wrong, I think it¡¯s Count Laurel who¡¯s to blame.¡±Evie said so and looked far away. Then with a dim face, she remembered the events from yesterday....Yesterday, a wonderful minuet filled the banquet hall. The marble-cut space was brilliant, and the constantly replenishing drinks and food aroused the admiration of gourmets. In the lavish ballroom, lovely saint candidate Evie Ariathe was hauling a watery dress to greet people. Evie smiling with her eyes shining was very cute. However, it was only a well-made facade, and in fact, it was full of insidious calculations.¡®There won¡¯t be such a big banquet like this for a while. Let¡¯s do our best today.¡¯Evie, who is about to be chosen as a saint, was busy managing her reputation that day as well. The saint, a symbol of hope, was an honor bestowed to one of the best women who purifies water in the Tower of Managna. Thiendavis quickly runs out of water because the bottom of the continent is empty. Hence, the Tower of Managna periodically purifies seawater to prevent drought. At this time, it was the women who were blessed by God who purifies the water, and Evie was the most powerful among them. Therefore, everyone agrees that the next saint will be Evie Ariathe, though the result has yet to be confirmed.¡®In any case, the final decision will be made by the great nobles and saints of the previous generations.¡¯No matter how talented you are, you cannot become a saint if the previous saints and the great nobility oppose it. Skills are ultimately just prerequisites for taking the test, and it is reputation and connections that determine a saint. Evie knew the ecology of Thienda very well, so she was walking around to win the favor of the nobles today.However, the exclamation from somewhere caught Evie¡¯s ankle, which was moving smoothly.¡°Oh, my God, is that Count Laurel?¡±The banquet hall, which had been amicable with the fuss, was stirred up. The aristocrats who were having a noble conversation or savoring gourmet looked at one place in unison. So Evie followed them around and there she found a man surrounded by people.Then, without realizing it, she stopped breathing.He carried his brilliant blonde hair like a halo. His superior height and shoulders emanate incomparable elegance, and his beautiful face catches the eye even from afar. He was a man with an overwhelming presence as if he had ripped off a scene of the torch.¡®That person is Count Laurel¡­¡¯Evie repeated the man¡¯s name without hiding her admiration. It was her first time seeing him in person, but Evie already knew quite a lot about him.Zion Laurel. The half-brother of Grand Duke Laurel and Commander-in-Chief in charge of the stability of Vis.It was the duty of Grand Duke Laurel to rule over Thiendavis, and the duty to protect the subcontinent Vis was given to the second son of the Laurel Family. Therefore, as a seventeen-year-old, Grand Duke Laurel¡¯s brother, Zion Laurel, was given the title Count and went down to the continent as Commander-in-Chief to watch over Vis.He then carried out his duties perfectly and never returned to Thienda again. Even during important seasons and regular vacations, he stayed in Vis. And no matter how much his brother, Grand Duke Laurel, called him, it was all the same.But today, seven years later, the Count broke the long silence and returned to Thienda. What kind of wind blew, I wonder.Today¡¯s meeting was a welcoming party organized by Grand Duke Laurel to welcome the Count.¡®I heard you were great, but you really do have it all.¡¯Evie looked at the Count and nodded unconsciously.The world is full of absurdities, as expected. He was born as a great noble, has excellent ability, and a handsome face. Evie thought so and looked at the rapidly changing atmosphere of the banquet hall. Earlier, this was a social hall where nobles showed off their friendship, but now everyone was obsessed with the Count.Prominent nobles twisted around and tried to talk to the Count, while relatively low-ranking nobles could not even approach him and only rolled their feet. And at the center of it, Count Zion Laurel was coldly distancing himself from the people without even realizing that he was the main character of the banquet.¡®He doesn¡¯t seem to be very sociable.¡¯Evie, who thought that this was his flaw, realized that it isn¡¯t and swallowed a laugh. It isn¡¯t a flaw but a privilege.Anyway, with the advent of that tycoon, Evie had no choice but to take a break from her work. Even if you approach the nobles now, they¡¯ll get irritated, and if you dare to approach the Count, you will be criticized by the nobles who flocked over him first. So Evie decided to slip away, but the situation surprisingly dragged her in the opposite direction.That was when the Count¡¯s gaze fell on Evie without any warning. The count, who found Evie among the people, looked at her as it was.No, he was glaring.As if he had been looking for her, wanting to eat her alive.