The Cowardly Baby Saint Sees Ghosts - Chapter 75

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# Episode 75
The guards who should have been sprawled unconscious from the Sleeping Potion were nowhere to be seen.
There was no sign they had ever fallen. As though no one had ever stood in this place at all.
‘……Something’s wrong.’
Before she could make sense of that unease, another figure stepped from the shadows behind Diane.
It was Liam, the Holy Knight Captain of the Temple.
He held rope in his hands—already prepared to bind Seria.
The color drained from Seria’s face.
‘……Why? Of all people, why did it have to be her?’
She had prepared herself dozens of times.
That one day all of this might come to light.
To an investigator, to a guard, to anyone else.
But never—not once—had she imagined it would be discovered by Diane.
Diane’s expression was utterly unlike her usual self.
Those eyes that always regarded Seria with such warmth had gone cold and still.
And beneath them, something was slowly beginning to boil.
“Seria.”
Diane spoke her name quietly, her voice trembling faintly.
“……I wish—I wish you hadn’t been here.”
At those words, Seria’s vision went white.
“I’ve been praying since this morning. That my suspicions were wrong. That you wouldn’t appear. And yet…….”
Diane’s voice cracked.
A small glass vial came into view beneath the faint moonlight, held in her hand.
It was the same bottle Seria had left by the water bucket that afternoon.
“……I found this near the bucket this afternoon.”
The moment Seria saw that vial, her legs gave out beneath her completely.
She would have collapsed if she hadn’t braced herself against the wall.
And at the same time, that unease returned in a sickening wave.
The guards weren’t lying unconscious.
They had never drunk the water in the first place.
‘……She knew. From the beginning—she knew everything.’
The thought sent ice down her spine.
“……No, that’s not—I…….”
She tried to continue.
As always, she should have brushed past it with a careless lie.
But her mouth would not open.
Her throat constricted as though clamped shut, and no words would come.
Diane approached her slowly.
Each step seemed to carry terrible weight.
“……Explain yourself.”
Her voice held a chill Seria had never heard before.
“Tell me it’s not true. Tell me this is all a misunderstanding, that there’s some other reason. Tell me that.”
“I…….”
Seria’s lips moved soundlessly.
But no words emerged.
The moment her eyes met Diane’s, every lie shattered into fragments in her throat.
Tears welled up in Diane’s eyes.
But behind those tears, fury was rising to meet them.
“……The murder of Basil. That was you, wasn’t it.”
“…….”
“Answer me, Seria!”
For the first time, Diane’s voice rose sharp and cutting.
It struck the dark brick walls of the Confessional Hall and echoed back.
“Answer me! Was it you?”
Seria flinched at that cry.
Her entire body trembled like aspen leaves.
She tried to deny it. To say no, that wasn’t it, that it wasn’t like that.
But in that moment, all the warmth that Diane had ever shown her came flooding back at once.
That first moment when she had reached out her hand; when she had taken Seria’s wound upon herself in the warehouse; that night in the old Archive when she would not let go.
Against the weight of all those memories, her lies could no longer escape her lips.
“……I’m sorry.”
The words tumbled from Seria’s lips in fragments, as though she were breaking apart.
The moment Diane heard that answer, her face crumbled entirely.
An expression beyond words—rage and sorrow twisted together.
“……How.”
Diane’s voice wavered, thin and low.
“How could you. With those gentle eyes, those hands, hurt someone like……!”
Diane broke off, breathing hard for a moment.
Her fists clenched so tightly they went white.
“I trusted you so much.”
“…….”
“Every time you were struggling, I wanted to be there for you. I watched over you, worried about why you were always so anxious, why your face grew so pale every night. And now it turns out that was all because you were hiding this?”
Diane’s voice grew more heated.
“……Is it.”
Diane fell silent for a moment.
She stared at Seria as though trying to confirm something.
“Are you with the Heretic Sect?”
The instant that question dropped, Seria’s heart seemed to stop entirely.
“I’ve heard the rumors too—that a spy from the Heretic Sect is hidden somewhere in the Temple. But I never thought it could be……you.”
“…….”
“Answer me! I’m asking if you’re with the Heretic Sect!”
Diane cried out again.
The betrayal in her voice tore through Seria’s chest like knives.
Seria had no words. She could neither deny it nor confirm it.
Either way would only make this moment more unbearable.
“……Why won’t you answer me.”
Diane’s voice shook.
Tears finally spilled down her cheeks.
“Not answering—that’s the same as saying yes.”
Seria collapsed completely at those words.
Her legs gave way, and she sank to the floor.
She barely felt the cold stone biting into her knees.
Her mind burned away to white ash.
‘……It’s over. Everything. All of it.’
The moment she had dreaded most had come—before the person she had dreaded it before most—and in the worst way possible.
That truth was shattering her mind into pieces.
She couldn’t breathe properly. Her vision blurred, a ringing howled in her ears.
Diane’s voice, the very air around her, everything seemed to recede into unbearable distance.
“……I’m sorry.”
Seria could only repeat those words.
No other words came to her. No excuses, no denials, no explanations. There was nothing she could do but apologize.
“……I’m so sorry, Saint. I’ve disappointed you so terribly, truly I’m so very sorry…….”
Tears poured down her face in an unstoppable stream.
Seria huddled where she was, shoulders heaving as she wept.
Her whole body trembled, and her breath came in gasps—she couldn’t even speak properly.
“……I didn’t want this. I really didn’t want any of this…….”
Diane looked down at Seria for a long time.
The body that had shaken with fury began to stain with a different emotion in the face of Seria’s weeping.
Betrayal still burned bright in those eyes, but beneath it, something deeper—sorrow—was rising.
“……Why didn’t you tell me. Not even once.”
Diane’s voice wavered, thick with tears. The furious edge had vanished; in its place was something worn, something hollow and trembling.
“If you were struggling, you should have told me. You could have told me, couldn’t you? Am I that little to you?”
“……I couldn’t tell you.”
Seria shook her head painfully, her face streaked with tears.
“If I had told you, the Saint might have been drawn into danger. I was most afraid of that. Nothing terrified me more than that.”
At that answer, Diane fell silent.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She bit her lip, trying desperately to hold them back, but it was useless.
“So that’s why you lied to me?”
Diane’s voice wavered again. This time, it was wounded hurt that came through stronger than anger.
“You should have told me instead. We could have found another way.”
“……I’m sorry.”
Seria had nothing else to say.
Her mind had shattered completely; no other thought could take shape.
Only one fact remained crystalline: the tears streaming down Diane’s face—she had caused them.
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After a long silence, Diane gradually steadied her breathing and straightened her posture. Her eyes still glistened red, but she forced her voice into a hollow calm.
“……Take her away.”
At Diane’s quiet command, Liam and the guards waiting in the shadows moved forward.
Every motion of theirs betrayed it—they had anticipated this moment, prepared for it all along.
“……Your Highness, I’m sorry……! I truly am, so sorry……!”
Even as they dragged her away, Seria could only repeat those words.
No denial, no excuse—only apology.
Her voice broke under sobs, fragmenting even that much further.
With both arms seized by the guards, Seria turned back again and again as they pulled her forward.
Diane remained rooted to that spot, unable even to wipe away the tears that fell, her eyes following Seria into the darkness.
When their gazes met one final time, Seria felt her mind dissolve completely.
Tears, sound, all sensation blurred and faded away. Only one thought remained vivid in her consciousness.
‘……I’ve left the worst possible version of myself in the memory of the person I cherished most.’
Diane watched her receding figure until the very end.
She did not speak another word—not until Seria had vanished completely from sight.
Tears continued to fall.
Liam approached quietly and called out in a low voice.
“……Your Highness.”
Diane could not answer.
She only brushed away the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, her gaze lingering long in the darkness where Seria had disappeared.

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