She never aged. Her youth was timeless.0

Estelle.0

She grew more beautiful every day. Her fingertips carried the scent of fresh apples, and her feet gave off the smell of ripe grapes. Everywhere she walked, people were entranced as if they had drunk too much wine. Her fluttering hair resembled a field of golden wheat and exuded the scent of autumn, captivating the entire village whenever she passed.4

Estelle, the Saintess of the Outskirts. 0

That was what people began to call her.0

One day, an impoverished woman came to Estelle with a sick baby in her arms. She said that she had followed a long trail of rumors before she arrived here.0

“My saintess, I beg of you. My baby is sick. Please bless my pitiful baby…” she pleaded.0

“Are you aware of the rules?”0

“Yes, yes. I am aware…!”0

Estelle nodded. “Leave the baby here. You can come back tomorrow at daybreak.”0

The woman bowed as deeply as she could and left behind her small baby. The baby was wrapped in an old yet soft quilt, made from the woman’s softest rags to keep her baby warm. Humans were very desperate to protect their loved ones.0

Estelle buried her nose in the old quilt. It carried the typical lively scent of a baby… It was fragrant. The baby cooed and felt Estelle’s hair. It made Estelle smile. The baby’s quilt may be made from rags, but his life was vibrant. Estelle found happiness...0