The Price of Sainthood
Defame yourself

Alisha passes by while passing Narendra. Whether not to see or how, the girl intended to go straight into the room after arriving at her papa residence.

"Alisha, are you okay, honey?" Narendra finally decided to ask for wonder. He was originally walking while chatting with someone over the phone to the point of delaying the conversation to ensure the condition of his daughter.

Clearly he was astonished. Alisha is not what she used to be. The girl did not greet him as usual, while her eyes also looked a bit puffy.

"Alisha be all right, Pa," she replied with a forced smile. Then he nodded before moving on. "Alisha go to the room first, yes, Pa. Take a break."

"okay." Narendra brandished his thumb a sign of assent. However, his gaze did not immediately switch from the princess to disappear behind the door. There was a question in his mind. But he did not want to be rash and urged his daughter to tell a story. It seems like waiting for her daughter to calm down would be better. Okay. He intends to hold off until Alisha leaves the room tonight.

Alisha threw her body onto the bed violently. His hand reflexively rubbed the corner of the eye as a clear colored liquid dripped from there.

Weepy. Why is she crying? Wasn't he just a moment ago like a man lost his sanity by undressing to a young man who hurt his feelings?

"Don't, Alisha!"

Unexpectedly, Dante who was originally seen by Bringas suddenly died of lice in front of him. The young man immediately closed his eyes despite already throwing a sideways glance. Wh why? Why does Dante seem unwilling to see his disgrace?

Alisha smiled slantedly at Dante's reaction. How quickly did the young man change his mood? "Why not? Don't you want this?"

Alisha's like losing her mind. Just to show proof of Dante's accusations, he to the point of letting go of his superiors. Perhaps even worse, he was willing to give up his virginity so that Dante believed.

Dante's accusation is really very cruel. How could Dante have thought that she was a prostitute while he himself had never come into contact with any man.

Dante approached her with a very fast movement. Alisha had even turned herself in if the young man had actually pounced on her.

However, he was made flabbergasted because Dante was not about to touch him, but rather grabbed a blanket to then wrapped around his body to the neck with his face turned and eyes closed.

A widened Alisha could see Dante tightening his jaw. His face was red. Is it true that Dante is not serious about what is said and only tests it?

Instantly, the feelings of anger, hate, annoyance and also disappointment that controlled Alisha evaporated just like that. Moreover, when Dante hugged him with shaky shoulders, he could only be dumbfounded with his mouth agape.

"Sorry," said Dante regretfully while still resting his chin on Alisha's shoulder. His embrace was so tight that Alisha had trouble breathing.

"Why apologize? You're not even wrong" Alisha said with the rest of her cries. However, this time his tone sounded calmer and slower than before. "I'm a prostitute. I'm not a good woman. I support myself with the illicit money of selling myself. I don't deserve a good-natured, perfect man like you–"

"Enough, Alisha. Enough's enough!" Dante growls in frustration. He couldn't bear to hear Alisha say that, whether it was true or not.

Alisha sobbed back while hugging the bolster pillow beside her. Nothing hurts more than slandering yourself. And stupidly again Dante believes.

Even so Dante still helped her put on clothes without the slightest want to look. He carried her well to the door of the house.

Only, he was still reluctant to talk to Dante even though the young man repeatedly apologized. To the point that he was just silent along the way home.