Light Beyond Chapter 6
As Cella waited for Lynes in her room, no one else came to visit.
She did nothing but just slump and lay down on her bed.
What in the world should she do until noon. What would the previous Cella do? As far as she could see, this room was empty. There was only seemingly luxurious furnitures arranged coldly there. Lynes reminded her to behave obediently but was it absurd to move around actively in the room?
(Aaaa, so that was how it is)
Cella realised. This room did not feel like anybody was living here. It was vacant. The only gentleness in this room was merely the sunlight which can be felt through the big window. At that moment Cella became aware of her loneliness.
(No way, I don’t want to stay in this room)
---That Celastiana, what was in her mind, what did she feel?
Exactly as he said before, around noon, Lynes came to meet Cella.
After arriving at the entrance, Cella entered alone.
The blessing chamber was unexpectedly small, being only six feet big. It was hexagonal in shape and the walls were painted in a pure white that gave an indescribable sense of holiness. The ceiling which have a sharp point up above was decorated with several big skylight, where natural light fell, illuminating the entire chamber. From the entrance a stairway could be seen inside, leading to a space above which seems to be the altar. A simple and plainly designed chamber, but it looked so divine in her eyes.
She climbed up onto the top of the altar.
Somehow the space around her made her remember 'that moment'. The space when Cella’s life was greatly derailed. The happy-go-lucky angel that brought this much agitation in her, right now, what was she doing?
“Excuse me”
Suddenly a voice could be heard, following that the gate was opened majestically. A middle-aged man with elegant attire made a deep bow as he came into the chamber. Following behind that man were six other nobleman who imitated him, giving deep bows before entering.
Cella understood immediately that the ceremony had started. She psyched herself up and tried to somehow make a listless expression. However, when trying to psyche herself up, she had the suspicion that she had already gone past the level of languor. Such a matter was ignored by Cella’s mind, and the ceremony continued on without incident.
In front of the altar, the noblemen stood side by side in a line. Observing them, everyone seems to be a personage with quite high status. For the commoner Cella, she couldn't help but sense an intimidating air just by them lining up.
“Saint-sama, I am called Georges - Evans”
The first man on her right hand side suddenly opened his mouth.
“Please give me a blessing”
How terribly direct. Towards his forwardness, Cella's mind became blank. Sarcasm. While inside this place with such a holy aura, she had to think about sarcasm. Impossible. For Celiastina to be able to bring out a topic about wig in this situation, she much rather show respect.
“.....umm”
Cella became flustered, she hesitated. However, the seven person before her did nothing but keep their heads low and didn't interrupt her at all.
“.....May the blessing of God Veda be upon you”
Being unable to endure the awkward atmosphere any longer, she accidentally chose the most ordinary, commonplace words to say. The man who introduced himself as Georges raised his face with an astonished expression.
Silence.
“......I, I am, called Beretta - Mischler. Saint-sama, please give me a blessing”
The second man spoke, he seems able to somehow pulled himself together.
“............May God Veda always be by your side at every moment in your life”
When she had given her blessing, the second person looked like he was about to cry.
They were frightened. Completely afraid of me.
Cella was aware of that, but she had no slightest idea how to react in such a situation. She gave up thinking about it and simply finished her blessing until the sixth person in the same manner. But, up to then, the noblemen dismal only appeared to grow proportionately. Everyone’s expression was ghastly pale and stiff. How harsh were they abused by sarcasm usually that their became frightened by a mere proper blessing? Celiastina seems to be a woman beyond her imagination.
Not good. As expected, being upright was not good. In her mind, Cella was hiding such a pathetic thought.
“Sa, Saint-sama, I am called Claude - Trevathan. …….ple, ple, please give me a blessing”
The man curled himself to a degree that he looks so pitiful. Certainly this man must be a powerful noble who lived as he pleased in his territory. And yet, now, the exact same child, rather than man, was trembling pathetically.
“You ----”
“----You looks like a peacock wearing a flashy scarf, are you a fool?”
“I had it. I really had it.”
“Calm down, Cella”
Kukuku, Lynes came into the blessing chamber while enduring his laughter.
“Even so, for me, this was absolutely unreasonable! Something like Celiastina, I wouldn’t get accustomed to it at all!”
“Well, really, that is a masterpiece”
With a quivering shoulder, Lynes wiped the tears that gathered at the corner of his eye. Such behaviour made Cella very angry and she gave him a piercing glare.
“Wasn’t it strange that they became frightened simply by my ordinary way of speaking? That was totally weird!”
“What exactly are you angry about? To me, all I saw was a clown who made a blunder during a performance at a big stage being angry at the audience?”
“I am a clown you say?! Because of whom do you think I act like that??”
“Now, now, you did well. I didn’t expect that you would go all the way like that before doing what you did at the end....kuh”
“Please don’t laugh anymore!”
It was really terrible. Because she was losing her mind at the last moment and blurted out all that, it made the place wrapped up in a cold atmosphere.
Being the only person mocked at, the peacock man, Claude - Trevathan, seemed to unable to comprehend what was happening and was at a loss.
The others were taken aback and could only switch between looking at Cella and Trevathan, in silence. Being unable to stay any longer in the soundless confusion where not one soul spoke a word, Cella uttered 'Get out'. The nobleman quickly scattered in all direction in haste like baby spiders. When Cella opened the gate in a deep self-hatred, she found Lynes who had been secretly peeking at how the blessings were going from the outside, and was laughing while holding his side.
“If you had maintained your style from the start, it would have gone down peacefully”
“Such a thing, I cannot do it normally”
“But in the end you made it, didn’t you? ---Come on, the point is you have to get accustomed to it. Besides, since there are mountains of such similar ceremonies, eventually your sarcasm will start to come out naturally, I think."
“Is that a good thing ....?”
Without answering her muttering, the man with an unfathomably strong stomach only presented a chuckle on his face.
“More so, maybe you have more talent than the real Cella. Compared to equally insulting everyone, the method of showing contempt for just one person was much more powerful"
“Please keep up with it Cella, I believe you can do it if you try.”
It would have been better if I couldn’t do it after trying. She thought so, but Cella didn't have any strength left to refute him.