Surviving as a Terminally Ill Heiress - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

Every day, all I wanted was to rip that mouth out of her head for spouting madness around the house and toss it in the incinerator.
But out here, the worst scoundrel in the world stood playing the gentleman.
“Ah, brother, get out of the way! I was talking to the young lady first!”
The siblings, whose closeness was always evident, were bickering as they always did.
Miller Madam, standing a step behind, spoke to me with affection.
“The children were so delighted to meet such a distinguished guest—please forgive their noise.”
How could she be so composed.
People meeting her for the first time could never imagine it.
Her absolutely monstrous fits of hysteria.
How threatening and cruel they became when they erupted.
‘Ugh, this thing costs a fortune! You base creature……!’
When her condition worsened without anyone knowing, I’d knocked over and shattered a small ceramic she’d brought back from the Eastern Region.
Yes, that was my fault either way.
I didn’t feel wronged about being beaten senseless by her over it.
‘But Dad, didn’t you say that was a counterfeit? It wasn’t from the Eastern Region at all.’
‘Shh! Keep quiet, you fool. I was already nervous about Pete Baron finding out…… Hehe, if rumors spread that the maid who broke it got whipped and sent away, everyone will wonder if it was real after all.’
But that conversation I’d overheard with my battered body—it had ultimately torn my soul to shreds.
Miller Baron approached, the man with the most despicable voice in the world.
Then he smiled pleasantly and extended his hand to me.
“Heh-heh, meeting like this is surely fate…….”
“No.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“It doesn’t seem like fate.”
And I turned away.
I didn’t particularly want to do anything with them.
I simply had other work now, and much I could accomplish, but that meant no longer cowering before them.
I walked briskly away from them.

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The interior of the Grand Temple was silent and pure white.
I was quietly looking around, careful with my footsteps in the hushed atmosphere, when
a priest approached and greeted me.
“I see you, Lady Ambrose.”
Oh, special treatment.
It seemed he didn’t automatically recognize me as nobility the way some did.
So I just blurted it out.
“I’d like to meet with the High Priest.”
“Pardon? But the High Priest is not someone anyone can meet with.”
“Am I just anyone?”
The priest fumbled, clearly flustered.
Not that I was trying to be high-handed—I was genuinely curious.
As expected, it seemed I wasn’t quite ordinary.
“Well, you are the daughter of Sir Ansley Ambrose, hero of the great temple war…….”
Ah.
It was my father’s merit, then.
I’d have to make the most of that blessing.
“Yes, my father went to that war and never returned…… so I grew up difficult and struggling, never even seeing his face…….”
As I mumbled with eyes glistening as though I might weep at any moment, the priest began to squirm even more.
It never failed, no matter when I used it.
Come to think of it now, thank you for bearing and raising me this way, Mother.
“I—I will do everything in my power to help with anything else you need!”
Perfect.
I straightened immediately and spoke.
“Then I’d like to meet with at least one of the senior priests.”
“Ah, no—those are also difficult to meet without prior appointment. If you approach them suddenly like this…….”
“Orka.”
“Yes.”
At my call, Orka stepped forward.
Then she drew a checkbook from her bag and handed one to the priest.
“Here—an offering of sincerity from our lady.”
“No, I—but!”
The sum was far too generous to refuse.
“If you wait in the Prayer Hall inside, I will fetch a senior priest to meet with you as quickly as possible.”
The priest, now notably more deferential, took the check and hurried off.
Well, in any case, that money would mostly go to relief efforts.
The Grand Temple was sensitive about donations. They’d been overturned once for corruption, after all.
Orka and I made our way to the inner Prayer Hall the priest had mentioned.
It was far more intimate than the outer prayer chamber available to all, the sort of place where perhaps only high priests came and went.
‘What a beautiful door.’
Sunlight poured down over six wings carved intricately in white marble.
It felt like something straightforwardly deserving a name like “the Gate of Heaven.”
I was examining it more closely—lately Dido had been obsessed with marble carving—when
“Only those meeting with the senior priest may enter.”
The knight guarding the door spoke respectfully.
I signaled for Orka to wait and scanned the knight’s immaculate white temple uniform with my eyes.
A Holy Knight of the temple…….
‘If Young Lord Ambrose had come back, would he have joined the Holy Knight Order?’
He was said to be excellent with Holy Power. That’s why he led the front lines of the Demon War.
Or would he have preferred the Imperial Knight Order, befitting a great noble house after all?
‘……He could have entered anywhere he wished.’
He’d set out to war the moment he came of age.
Before even joining a knight order, his disappearance had erased every possibility.
I let out a quiet laugh as I walked through the door the Holy Knight was opening.
One thing was certain.
His path would not have been the Holy Knight Order.
Because Holy Knights could not marry.
Thud.
The heavy door closed behind me.
The Prayer Hall, lined on all sides with white marble, had a structure I’d heard of before many times.
Twelve pillars. A statue of Nibelis.
And an altar from which gold flowed like honey…….
Could this be.
“An altar where an Archangel descended……?”
“They answered Ambrose’s call, yes.”
I whirled around, startled.
Not from the door I’d entered, but from a small hidden door beside the altar—it opened.
And there he stood.
Long hair the color of teal flowing behind him.
‘……What.’
The Nibelis temple was said to be a place of fate, and today especially, I seemed to be meeting an unusual number of familiar faces.
Though I’d seen this person only once, years ago, in passing.
But the situation had been special enough that I remembered him immediately.
So the name was…….
“Sky?”
“Forest.”
What was that.
Different, yet somehow similar all the same.
I glanced around and whispered.
“……Did you run away again? This time disguised as a priest instead of a woman?”
“I don’t follow your meaning.”
Playing innocent—that was thick. Anyone would believe him.
I couldn’t have been mistaken.
That unusually handsome man was definitely Sky from back then.
Only his hair color was different.
“Your hair color came back.”
“It’s been this color since birth.”
“Right, that’s my point. You bleached it using that crude chemical to strip the color.”
Thinking about it again, it had been unhinged.
Given how seriously committed he was to escaping, I found him rather pitiful.
I looked at him trying so hard in every way with sympathy.
“I hope this attempt succeeds at least. You won’t want to be caught again.”
“Caught? What do you mean by that?”
I tilted my head at his words.
What do I mean?
“The Sorcerer’s Manor.”
“Such a frivolous place…… I am a faithful servant of the god who guards this temple.”
His expression showed genuine contempt.
Hmm, had he suffered some psychological break from the life on the run?
I quietly stepped back a pace.
“……Sky, are you alright?”
“Forest.”
Something was wrong. I was sure of it.
Those blazing eyes.
He genuinely believed he wasn’t Sky—that was the look of it.
It was then I was thinking I should perhaps flee.
‘Wait…… something’s different?’
His eyes were subtly different from what I remembered.
Had he changed them with magic? But then he’d said he’d be tracked, I thought.
That’s why he’d changed his hair color physically back then.
I blinked rapidly and asked.
“Do you…… have a twin?”
“Yes.”
The answer came immediately and deflated my theory.
And who his twin was, it was obvious.
I muttered in bewilderment.
“Well, couldn’t you have just said from the start you were Sky’s brother…….”
“That’s exactly what I didn’t want to say!”
This priest is also out of his mind.

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