I Made a Mistake in my Confession. Can I Cancel it? - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47

 

“Bishop Chris!”

 

Only then did the Old Woman put down her Walking Stick. Then she dusted off her Dirty Clothes and acted dignified in a way that didn’t suit her appearance.

 

“As expected, Doctor recognizes me at a glance.”

 

“You’re so elusive that I almost didn’t recognize you this time.”

 

At this, the Bishop laughed heartily.

 

“How could my Disguise skills be what they used to be? So, the Archduke is looking for me?”

 

“Yes, please follow me this way.”

 

“Ahem.”

 

Thunk.

 

As the Bishop crossed the Gate, he flicked the Gatekeeper’s head once more for being rude to him earlier. This time, the Gatekeeper couldn’t even make a peep.

 

“Doctor, but is that Count’s Daughter really that remarkable? The Archduke has gone mad over one Woman and is turning the Entire Empire upside down looking for me, making my life unbearable.”

 

The Bishop’s gender had somehow changed to male. Dr. Sellie, who was guiding the Bishop to the Reception Room, burst into laughter.

 

“She is worthy of such regard.”

 

“How strange to hear praise for someone from Doctor’s mouth. Have I lived too long?”

 

This time too, Dr. Sellie only laughed.

 

“I’m grateful that you got me out of that Military Unit created by that crazy Former Emperor. So I came at Doctor’s request, but I have no intention whatsoever of helping that Former Emperor’s spawn. That bloodline makes my teeth chatter with rage.”

 

“Bishop, you’ll change your mind once you meet him.”

 

At this, Bishop Chris clicked his tongue in displeasure.

 

“The whole Home reeks with a disgusting rotten smell.”

 

A little later, upon hearing news that Bishop Chris had arrived, Kartan came running at full speed. However, upon seeing the Bishop’s appearance, he frowned first.

 

“From what I’ve heard, bishops are supposed to maintain proper conduct.”

 

“These could be called a kind of Ascetic Robes. But Your Grace the Archduke, will you really grant me anything I want?”

 

Kartan made a displeased expression.

 

“What do you want? If you can just cure Lillian, what couldn’t I give you?”

 

The Bishop slapped his knee dramatically and said,

 

“Oh ho! Then would you give up Your Grace’s position?”

 

The Bishop’s eyes gleamed sharply like a well-honed Sword, as if this wasn’t a joke. At this, Kartan’s eyes narrowed and he leaned back leisurely on the Sofa.

 

“Ha.”

 

Then he looked at Dr. Sellie with eyes that said he’d brought a useless old Man. At this, the Doctor hastily stopped the Bishop.

 

“Bishop, how about hearing about the Count’s Daughter’s condition first?”

 

“Why should I?”

 

“Bishop Chris, please don’t be like this…”

 

“Deals must be precise. If I go to all the trouble of treating her and then you wipe your mouth clean afterward, I’ll be the only one left empty-handed, won’t I?”

 

Murderous intent began to fill Kartan’s eyes as he quietly watched the two. Then suddenly the Bishop burst into laughter.

 

“It’s a joke, a joke! Just prepare plenty of Money for me.”

 

However, Kartan’s expression didn’t soften easily.

 

“Doctor has brought quite an amusing fellow. I had no idea bishops were such worldly creatures.”

 

“Wandering life requires a lot of money too.”

 

Kartan pushed the paper and pen on the table toward the bishop as if he didn’t want to deal with him anymore.

 

“Write.”

 

“You’ll pay whatever price I name?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You promise?”

 

The way he dared to test and toy with the Archduke was like a cunning snake. At this, Kartan glared at the bishop and ground his teeth. If it weren’t for Lillian, this was the type of person he never wanted to deal with again.

 

“But if you try any tricks, know that you won’t leave here in one piece.”

 

“Oh my, how could I refuse!”

 

The bishop wrote down an amount on the paper without hesitation.

 

“I hope I haven’t written too large an amount and burdened His Grace the Archduke.”

 

The bishop who said this looked at him with subtle eyes. At this, Kartan scribbled his signature carelessly without even checking the amount, as if annoyed.

 

Only then did the bishop nod with a satisfied expression.

 

“Well! Now that what we’ll give and receive is clear, let’s go see the Count’s Daughter.”

 

“Take a shower first.”

 

“Oh my, look at me! It wouldn’t be proper manners to appear before a lady like this.”

 

Kartan looked at the joking bishop with a displeased expression.

 

A moment later, Kartan spoke to the bishop who had finished bathing and come out.

 

“Follow me. Lillian’s room is this way.”

 

“I know where it is. There’s been a very foul smell coming from the upper floor.”

 

The frivolous appearance the bishop had shown until now was nowhere to be found. The bishop, now with a serious expression, found Lillian’s room at once. Then he covered his nose as if there really was a nauseating smell.

 

“Lillian.”

 

“….”

 

Even when Kartan called out, there was no response from inside. She had said she was taking a nap earlier, but the sun had set and she still hadn’t woken up.

 

Soon Kartan let out a sigh.

 

“Lillian, I’m coming in.”

 

Suddenly Bishop Chris stopped Kartan who was turning the door handle. Then he seemed to make a prayer gesture, and red light burst forth from the bishop’s body.

 

“Your Grace the Archduke, the Count’s Daughter is not sleeping. Have you been entering and leaving her room without any protective measures this whole time?”

 

“What do you mean? Explain it so I can understand.”

 

“Someone has cast sorcery on the Count’s Daughter. And it’s a vicious dark magic that’s said to have been used in ancient times.”

 

The bishop then took out holy water, opened the door, approached the bed, and sprinkled it on Lillian who was sleeping deeply. Then he clicked his tongue and continued speaking.

 

“Usually they cast it so it doesn’t show, but whoever cast this sorcery must be quite bold and persistent. To blatantly emit such a foul stench.”

 

As soon as Kartan heard the words “dark magic,” his complexion turned cold. It was a term all too familiar to him.

 

Soon the bishop delivered his final verdict on Lillian’s condition.

 

“If she stays like this, the Count’s Daughter won’t last even a month.”

 

“You’re saying she’ll die?”

 

“Yes, that’s right.”

 

Suddenly Kartan made a strangled sound as if his throat was constricted. Then he asked urgently.

 

“Bishop, how can we save her?”

 

“….”

 

When Kartan’s aura changed ominously, the bishop fell silent. At this, Kartan urged for an answer with an impatient voice.

 

“Can’t you hear me? I told you to present a method.”

 

“….”

 

Even so, the bishop had no intention of opening his mouth. Growing tired of waiting, Kartan drew his sword and pointed it at the bishop as he asked.

 

“I ask again. Tell me the method. Otherwise, know that your head will roll here.”

 

Only then did the bishop let out a deep sigh and answer.

 

“There are only two methods.”

 

Before long, murderous intent flickered in Kartan’s eyes. The bishop seemed to look up at the ceiling, then soon closed his eyes.

 

“One is to find the person who cast the sorcery and have them directly lift the spell placed on the Count’s Daughter. But someone who cast such wicked sorcery would never do such a thing.”

 

“What’s the other one?”

 

“The second method is….”

 

The bishop suddenly stopped speaking and looked at Kartan. He continued with a complicated expression.

 

“The person who cast the sorcery dies. Then the Count’s Daughter would naturally be freed from the spell.”

 

The bishop’s answer was somehow unsatisfactory. Soon Kartan spoke in a cold voice.

 

“It seems you haven’t told me everything.”

 

“…!”

 

The bishop was startled and began to stammer.

 

“H-how could that be? How could I dare to His Grace the Archduke… Urgh.”

 

“Speak. Or you die here.”

 

Soon the blade Kartan was pointing touched the bishop’s skin. The bishop frowned as if it stung.

 

“That cannot be called a complete method. Even if you take someone’s life and give it to the Count’s Daughter, it will only be stolen away by dark magic again.”

 

But Kartan already had a determined expression on his face.

 

“Yawn.”

 

Just then, at the sound of Lillian stretching, Kartan quickly dropped his sword. Then he caught it with his foot and kicked it to hide the sword under the bed. The series of movements was natural without making a single sound.

 

“Archduke…!”

 

“Bishop, let’s continue this conversation later.”

 

At the subtle signal that he wouldn’t let it slide if he said more, the bishop shut his mouth.

 

Meanwhile, Lillian, who had awakened from sleep, looked at Kartan and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

 

“Oh my, did I sleep until evening time again? But Your Grace the Archduke, who is that person?”

 

Only then did the bishop step forward. He looked at Lillian with intrigued eyes.

 

“Oh my, the Count’s Daughter truly possesses a remarkable ability. How truly amazing.”

 

Toward Lillian, who was tilting her head, the bishop raised the corners of his mouth first.

 

“But haven’t we met before, Count’s Daughter?”

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