Kalis Haneton and his knights were ready to head to the Great Temple. The High Priest was dead and the Saintess was missing. The atmosphere in the barracks was dreary, but the Haneton Knights were exceptional in the depth of their gloom.
It wouldn’t be the same again.
Seria, who knew that Lina was coming back, had no significant emotional changes, but most of the priests here looked dead except for one or two unusual ones.
The Great Temple had yet to make a major announcement that Lina was a Saint. Although there wasn’t any official announcement, most of the nobles were aware of the fact that a Saintess had descended.
However, the Great Temple pursued perfection. They wanted to bring a strong Saint from the Berg territory, the frozen lake, to the temple, to finish her education, and announce that God’s representative came down in the most perfect condition on the most perfect day.
Of course, it was not a forced education. The Great Temple voluntarily decided that for the sake of Lina’s stability, she could stay in the Berg territory for another six months. She was a messenger of God.
They didn’t want to bring her here by force and have the Saint turn against the priests. So they sent the priests to the Grand Duchy of Berg, and asked the Grand Duke’s permission to take the Saint away as soon as possible. There must have been a deep respect and love for the Saint.
When Kalis reported that the preparations were almost finished…
“Marquis Kalis Haneton.”
An old priest approached and spoke.
“I have received urgent news from the Temple. Another person is to be added to the procession to the Great Temple.”
“Who?”
“Stern is to be brought along.”
“…”
At that moment, Kalis’s heart sank.The priest who had delivered the news also knew how Kalis, Seria’s fiancé, had ended up in a complicated marriage. So it wasn’t a good idea to put them in one procession, but it wasn’t a matter of mixing his own personal feelings.
“We have a big group. Among those who were in the same place at the same time on the day the Saintess disappeared… They asked to send one person who possesses divine power along. So, after a hasty meeting with the high ranking officials, they decided to bring Stern.”
“So I should be the one to do the guarding?”
“Stern will be escorted by us. It will not be easy for either of you, so we won’t run into you unless Stern wants us to.”
“I see.”
There was quite a distance to the Great Temple. Seria wouldn’t want to make eye contact with him, let alone talk to him, but Kalis still wouldn’t mind at least guarding and protecting her. Suddenly, a bitter feeling arose in him, and he touched his wrist, which had a magic crystal bracelet, the last gift Seria had given him.
It was then.
“Marquis Haneton.”
A short call. At the same time, something flew to Kalis at a great speed. Kalis caught the flying object with a gulp. Kalis’s eyes went wide. What was in his hand was none other than the water bottle that he gave directly to Seria earlier.
But the warm water bottle had already cooled down.
Kalis turned around. The man he had already expected to see was standing there. It was Lesche Berg. Lesche asked, throwing a glance at the old priest with his characteristic cold blank expression.
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The Tragedy of The Villainess
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