Volume 8, Chapter 37 – Camilla and the Angel’s Morning

Translator Note

back in time with camilla pov

It’s going to rain again.

Looking up at the dense clouds gathering over the Royal Capital, Camilla, standing by a tent in the refugee camp, felt her heart sink. It wasn’t that the arrival of the clouds would cause some major incident, but that the rain would prevent her from going out. Although she felt content just staying in the room with Yisi, even if the two of them said nothing and did their own things, the long, gloomy rainy days were still depressing.

I want to go for a picnic in the countryside.

If, on a sunny day, she could sit on a spread-out picnic blanket with Onee-sama, each tasting the sandwich in the other’s hand, it wouldn’t matter if the world collapsed the next day.

Of course, Camilla knew her place and wouldn’t say the thought that had just flashed through her mind out loud. Otherwise, she would be questioned with things like, “If the world collapses, won’t your Onee-sama die too?”

Assuming, just assuming, that such a thing really happened, Camilla believed that dying together was also a form of happiness. However, few people would agree with this view. For most couples in love, when faced with a life-or-death crisis that was difficult to reverse, one party would always try to find a way to let the other live at the cost of their own life. But to do so without asking for the other’s opinion would inevitably seem very selfish. At least in Camilla’s imagination, if one day Yisi were to sacrifice herself to let Camilla live, Camilla would feel that the world had lost its color, and that living would be more painful than death.

Thinking that another continuous stretch of rainy days was coming, Camilla glanced at the refugees crowded in the small tents and simple wooden sheds under the city wall, crossed her arms, and let out a big sigh.

“Hah…”

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“What’s wrong?”

Laxy, who had come to the refugee camp with her to offer comfort, walked to Camilla’s side. Because she had just been making a simple breakfast for the refugees with the nuns, Laxy was still wearing a white apron. If not for the pure white wings that flapped from time to time behind her, no one would have taken her for an angel. Camilla couldn’t help but think so. The current Laxy, no matter how one looked at her, was just a beautiful and sexy human woman.

Camilla shook her head.

“It’s nothing. I’m just in a bad mood thinking that it’s going to rain again.”

“Indeed. If I can’t see the sun, I can’t communicate with the Goddess. The power of an angel will be weakened.”

Alright, I take back what I said. Laxy is quite different from humans in terms of sensibility.

The helplessness in Camilla’s heart deepened. She first patted the wrinkles on her white, luxurious dress, then tightened the large white ribbon that tied her blonde hair.

“Laxy, you were distributing rice porridge and bread to the refugees with the nuns, right? How are they?”

It wasn’t that Camilla had the same meddlesome heart as Yisi. The reason she asked was because, as the younger sister of Cardinal Yisi Enya, she was currently comforting the refugees in Yisi’s stead. Therefore, even if it was just for show, she had to go through the motions. To be honest, she had no interest in the life or death of those refugees. And the way some of them stared at her made her want to gouge their eyes out.

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Laxy looked at the refugees crowded on the stone piers, gobbling down their food. Probably due to the frequent thefts in the refugee camp, many people had lost their trust in their compatriots. Most people were wary of their surroundings while they ate.

“Their condition is stable. It’s much better than the first time we came. At the beginning, the refugees here thought we were here to exploit them in the name of the temple. If Alice hadn’t helped us out, the priests at that time might have gotten into a conflict with the refugees.”

At this, Laxy sighed, just as Camilla had.

“Hah, they can’t even trust angels. The people of this era are truly rotten. In the Age of the Gods, angels were symbols of salvation and hope… Camilla, why do you have a hint of my lord’s scent on you?”

Making a sniffing motion, Laxy pulled at Camilla’s clothes and sniffed. Camilla was stunned for a moment, then, while stepping back, she smiled as if nothing had happened.

“Er, did you make a mistake, Laxy? Ah, it must be because I’ve been with the refugees, and my nose has been desensitized by the smell. I’ll go get a sachet when I get back—”

“No, this scent of flower tea mixed with cloves is my lord’s scent. There’s no mistake. If it were a sachet, the scent would be stronger. Only someone who has a natural body fragrance like my lord would have such a faint aroma.”

Oh no.

Camilla’s mind raced.

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She had always been careful to use a ‘Cleansing’ spell before going out to eliminate the scent on her body. But this morning, she had been too immersed in Yisi’s bed—the smell in the room was hard to dissipate on a rainy day, and she was also a little sleep-deprived. So when she was cleaning the room in the morning, she had dozed off for a while in the quilt that still held her sister’s warmth. As a result, her drowsy mind had forgotten to remove the scent from her body after she got up.

Although if it were Laxy, it would be fine to tell her the truth. Laxy would at most only reply with “I see,” and not ask anything else. But the problem was that if Laxy were to report this to her sister, and her sister were to think she was a pervert or a creep—no, that would be fine, it would show that she was devoted to her sister. But what if her sister, in order to correct her ‘bad habit,’ or because she was embarrassed that she had gotten into her quilt, were to hand over all the future room-cleaning tasks to Mary and Laxy? In that case, she would surely regret it so much she’d want to bang her head against a wall.

And it was impossible for her to make this angel, who absolutely obeyed her master’s commands, promise not to tell her sister about today’s incident. Therefore, in order to be able to secretly take her sister’s personal belongings in the future, and then wash them and return them after she was done, she had to muddle through this.

An unshakable resolve arose in her heart. Camilla’s beautiful face showed a smile.

“It’s my turn to clean Onee-sama’s room today, right? Onee-sama’s bed was a little messy today, so I spent a little more time in her room. It’s normal to have her scent on me.”

“I see.”

Laxy nodded seriously.

What an easy angel to fool.

Secretly sighing in relief, Camilla made an excuse and took out the staff made of earth dragon bone—a creation of Yisi’s—from her storage magic’s black hole and waved it casually.

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“It’s a good thing you reminded me—[Cleanse].”

A blue water ball that needed to be held with both hands condensed on the staff. Camilla held the staff above her head, then let the water ball fall from her head onto her body.

Splash.

The blue water washed over Camilla’s white dress, but it did not get it wet like ordinary water. Apart from being a little whiter, the dress was no different from before.

“So this is life magic. The people of this era are not as bad as I thought. A very convenient magic. If the first and second-rank angels knew about it, they would surely be very happy.”

Laxy, who had witnessed this scene, marveled. In the Age of the Gods, people only studied the magic of destruction, creation, and control. Few people spent time on making life more convenient.

“If Laxy wants to learn, I can teach you.”

“Unfortunately, Camilla is not a warrior. Otherwise, I could return the favor.”

If you really want to return the favor, then give me the right to stay in Onee-sama’s room every night.