Be Fascinated

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Chapter 30

Three years ago, Claude visited the temple. He was unknowingly looking at a woman in white, her long hair tied half up as she prayed.

Beneath the sun’s rays, her pale blond hair shone like gold dust.

Claude had no idea when he looked at the woman. To put it bluntly, she was like one of the stone sculptures in this temple.

Considering the relationship of the Imperial Family with the temple, the Crown Prince comes to pray with the children of the powerful family, and the saint prays… Or conducts a ritual.

People neither liked nor disliked stone sculptures. Claude was the same. The woman felt like a stone sculpture in a temple.

Claude didn’t even know that her name was Philia. Claude was originally not interested in people, but he was seriously uninterested in Philia.

It was just fun to see all the men in the temple clinging to that one woman.
The priests loved and protected her and supported her with affectionate eyes. The various emotions he saw from them were rather interesting.

The woman with a hazy impression seemed to have lived her life under such protection and care.

“As we live the life our Lord has bestowed upon us, repenting of the sins we have committed…”

In her clear, soft voice, she memorized the prayer. The voice was nice to hear.

Then, her voice stopped. The saint turned her head and looked at Claude. Huh? The saint stared at Claude, then looked at the man standing behind her.

When the prayer suddenly stopped, people’s eyes naturally turned to the saint.

The son of the Deoral family turned his head. When Philia turned her head again, the second daughter of the Sevoll family also avoided her gaze. All of her gaze was directed to those who did not focus on prayer. As people noticed, they bowed their heads in shame.

Claude looked into her eyes and smiled. A woman with a hazy impression as if she had lost her color, her eyes were just as blue as the sea. When the situation was settled, she began to pray tediously again.

Her voice was soft—low and pleasant to hear.

‘Is that the fake?’
It’s a doll created by the temple. Then it started to get a little fun.
The fake saint.

As the power of the temple weakened, there were only a few cards left in their hands. Occasionally, the priests would use a fake saint to satisfy their stomachs, saying that an oracle had been given to them. Religion was also another kind of big business.

The Imperial Family knew this, but tolerated it anyway. With the ordinance of atonement once every ten years, it irritates the Imperial Family, but the temple matches the Imperial Family’s power to a certain extent. In other words, they were the dogs of the Imperial Palace.

What interest would he have in the doll presented by the dogs of the Imperial Palace?

Claude looked at Philia. As he looked at her slender back, he suddenly wondered what the scent of her hair would have.

After the prayer, Claude went out to the corridor on the way to the dining room, and there, he witnessed an interesting scene.
“Hey, Saint. Take it easy. Does it make sense to give us such a disgrace?”

“We were forced to go. You have to be aware of this and be considerate.”
In the prayer room earlier, the noble children, who had been humiliated by her, were protesting against her.

The saint didn’t say anything. She had a gentle smile on her face, just like a painting. It was as inhuman as a statue, and these young nobles would have thought they could say anything to her.