The Healer Of Light And The Prince Of Darkness

23. The Lame Explanation Of A Poor Herbalist

Liliana was walking nervously in the dining hall an hour before the time for dinner for all the current saints. The number of the current being able to heal had plummeted under her supervision over the Temple. They were half the number they were the time the Third Great Saintess, Anastasia, had taken over the Temple. Two hundred years later Liliana had halved that number and even with her control over most of the aristocracy she was rumored of being not good enough at running the most significant temple in Hares.

It made her nerves thinner and thinner.

She had to do something. It was indeed her suggestion of making a test to see whether the people entering the temple were good enough to be healers of the Three Great Saints but she had her reasons. There was a high chance if she wasn't the Fourth the actual one would appear. That was what all were talking about these days.

She wasn't able to shut their mouths even with the political power her father's title held. She had a hunch who was the Fourth but it wasn't enough. Liliana knew that person was neither ignorant, nor stoic with her being the so called saintess. So they were going to make their move soon. That was the main reason she suggested the test.

Her trusted men were charged with the task to organize the things concerning the test and the results, which were written down in accounting books. There was to be no mistake if the one entered the Temple with the idea of making his identity known.

She wasn't going to let them live any longer then the moment they had crossed the threshold of the Temple.

"Even with those bold words of yours you cannot simply change the fact that you are actually pretty sp..."

"Enough!"

Tasia closed her eyes for a moment thinking. It wasn't the best idea having these two in the same room, was it?

"Cassian, if you continue, they will hear us," she said softly and then she turned around and her expression changed completely, "And you. Can you actually stop arguing with him? I'm pretty curious about the other things you are here to tell us."

Seth's face twisted in annoyance, "Yea, I haven't forgotten about them, don't worry, princess."

Tasia frowned in confusion. Princess? She was bewildered. That was the way he had referred to their mother years ago too.

"But first, let's make the deal," Cassian stated firmly.

That gained a small smile from the blond man.

"You really are her son."

"Why do you think so? As I remember she didn't ask you about that before having received pretty little information from you."

Seth smiled bitterly, "She is still one of the most intelligent people I've ever met. A mere question doesn't mean anything."

'Does it?' Tasia thought in confusion.

He was the one who first told Cassian was his mother's son because of the some mere question.

"Well then, let's make a deal, shall we?"

Hazel rubbed her forehead as she sighed unconsciously. The night and half of the other day that had followed didn't go well. It was mild said at that. Everything was a complete mess. Both her twins were sent to the Royal hospital and she wasn't sure what to do to distract herself. She had already been informed that Tasia had been stabilized after waking up in pain but she felt all the stress of the last couple of hours come back to her.

Suddenly hands squeezed her shoulders, massaging it.

"Are you okay?" A voice whispered into her ear.