The Fortune-Teller Saintess - Chapter 107

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“A fake Holy Lady?”

“What is all this about?”

I could hear murmuring sounds around me discussing my situation.

I tried to maintain a calm expression while looking at the madman before me. Of course, I couldn’t hide the bewildered look in my eyes.

“There are many points I’d like to address, but let me ask just one thing first. What grounds do you have for calling me fake?”

The madman snorted dismissively.

“The great Prophet is carrying out his mission in accordance with God’s will. But didn’t you interfere with that! You who betray God’s will are the fake one!”

“Since you brought it up, why don’t you tell us directly with your own mouth what the Prophet’s mission is.”

I crossed my arms and spoke sarcastically.

I already knew about the Prophet’s mission from what Barion had told me. To drive out those who possessed magic.

It was a story no one would listen to anyway. So I waited quietly for his answer, but an unexpected response came out.

“The Empire’s peace.”

I raised my eyebrows and stared at the madman. The surrounding crowd stirred even more at his answer.

The madman smirked at me and then raised his voice while looking around as if giving a speech.

“Cardinal Barion desires the Empire’s peace. That’s why he sacrificed you to build up the Temple. There’s probably no place in the Temple that hasn’t been touched by his hand!”

I knew it was complete nonsense, but it was dangerous talk to just let slide.

Everyone here knew what Barion had done to the Empire. So no one would take Barion’s side after hearing those words.

However, the claim that Barion had sacrificed for the Temple was dangerous. It made it sound as if the Temple had been on his side.

Indeed, the murmuring around us grew louder. I could feel distrust in the glances that flickered toward me.

‘This won’t do. If I falter here, it’ll be difficult to rebuild trust again.’

I clenched my fists tightly and glared at the madman. He wore a triumphant expression as if he had been aiming for this from the start.

My teeth ground together involuntarily, but I didn’t let anger take over and spoke calmly.

“It was Cardinal Barion who betrayed God. The Temple will never forgive Barion, who brought harm to the Empire and insulted God with lies about God’s will.”

“I wonder about that. If the Prophet insulted God, then how is the Prophet able to perform miracles?”

“Gasp…”

“He performs miracles?”

Performing miracles in the Temple meant being able to freely manipulate divine power. The crowd stirred because of those impressively crafted words.

Enjoying this reaction, the madman looked at me.

“On the other hand, Holy Lady, what about you? Can you perform miracles?”

I frowned at that question. Honestly, my skill in handling divine power wasn’t very good.

But I had something bestowed by God.

“I have the sacred relic. Are you doubting me, whom the sacred relic has chosen?”

“I heard that the Holy Lady’s ability is to see the future. But what if all of that was fabricated by the Holy Lady herself?”

‘What complete nonsense.’

The problem was that the crowd was being swayed by this nonsense.

Feeling that atmosphere, I listened to the madman’s story.

“If that ability was truly bestowed by God, then try making a prediction.”

The madman spread both arms wide and smiled brightly.

“I’ve planted explosives somewhere around here.”

“What…!”

“Explosives?”

I stared wide-eyed at the madman.

He pulled up the corners of his mouth to the fullest and acted out a benevolent voice.

“If you can use the sacred relic to find where the explosives are, I’ll personally disarm them for you. But if you can’t find them… I’m sure you understand without me having to say it.”

At that moment, I felt all the surrounding gazes focus on me. They were looks mixed with suspicion and desperation.

Feeling the crushing pressure, I bit my lips tightly.

‘I can’t pinpoint locations with the tarot cards.’

Barion probably knew this and sent this person to me. When I first became the Holy Lady, I had told him the scope of my abilities.

Even so, I had no choice but to take out the cards. If I didn’t step forward, everyone here would be caught in the explosion.

My hands trembled from the burden. Feeling the pressure that I had to succeed, I shuffled the cards.

And just before drawing a card, I stared intently at the pile of face-down cards.

‘Can I pull this off?’

No, I couldn’t have this kind of mindset.

‘I have to succeed.’

With the heart to save the people here.

With that resolve, I drew a card.

And at that moment.

-It’s okay.

A voice was heard.

My eyes widened. It was a familiar voice.

‘Robelina?’

-No matter what anyone says, you are…

No, it wasn’t Robelina. Yet it was a familiar voice.

The same as Robelina but different, the owner of this warm voice was…

-…who will inherit, the Holy Lady.【/</p】

The sacred relic.

Flash-

Light burst forth from the card I had drawn. That dazzling light swallowed me and brightly illuminated the surroundings.

Soon the card left my hand and flew somewhere. That direction was in front of the madman.

I looked back and forth between him and the card image and spoke.

“…It’s you.”

The Judgement card.

The person the card pointed to was staring at me with a hardened face.

I glared at him intently and commanded.

“The explosives you’re carrying on your body, disarm them immediately.”

His eyes, which had been filled with madness all along, shook greatly.

Meanwhile, the Royal Guards who had followed Yuriel surrounded us. It seemed Yuriel had ordered them to capture the madman.

Then the madman muttered as if he couldn’t believe it.

“This can’t be… God chose the Prophet, so why! But this power…!”

Tick-tick-

At that moment, a faint sound that hadn’t been audible before pierced my ears.

A sound like a clock ticking.

As that sound grew louder, I found myself shouting.

“Everyone get away! It’s going to explode soon!”

The Royal Guards hesitated at my shout. And the surroundings instantly became chaos.

Tick-

And the moment the sound stopped.

“It’s okay.”

A gentle voice settled down with the wind.

“I’ll protect the Holy Lady.”

And a round barrier was created around the madman.

Boom-

A dust storm arose inside the round barrier. The madman’s figure disappeared into the dust storm, and the sound was blocked by the transparent barrier and didn’t leak outside.

I stood there dazedly watching this, then belatedly came to my senses and whipped my head around.

Nein, having gathered his magic, was grinning at me.

“See? I’m a man who delivers when I say I will.”

“…Yeah. You are.”

Relief washed over me and a smile leaked out.

That’s when it happened.

Beep-

“…Huh?”

“Holy Lady?”

My vision blurred along with a ringing in my ears. And at the same time, a headache began to surge.

The pain crashed through my head like waves, and tears welled up in my eyes without me realizing it.

“Ugh….”

“Ellia, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt? Ellia!”

Nein was so urgent that he even called my name.

Through Nein’s voice, a familiar voice echoed in my head.

-You’ll be in pain for a moment. Just bear with it a little, Ria.

‘This isn’t pain that can be endured just by enduring it…!’

-Anyway.

The Sacred Relic cut off my thoughts and spoke.

-You’ll meet soon enough.

‘…What?’

The question couldn’t continue. Pitch-black darkness consumed my consciousness.

The last thing I saw was Nein’s pale face urgently shouting something at me.

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‘Since the Sacred Relic said that, I thought I’d come to that lake from before.’

I blinked and stared at the scene before my eyes.

‘Where on earth is this place?’

Burned and blackened building debris, corpses scattered nearby.

This place, which seemed to have once been a village, was desolate as if it had just been attacked by monsters.

As I was looking at that scene with stunned eyes, I heard a human voice nearby.

“Pl-please help me….”

I quickly turned my head in that direction. A person trapped under building debris was reaching out their hand, pleading for help.

“My goodness, are you alright? Let me help you….”

I hurriedly ran over and tried to grab that person’s hand, but stopped short.

My hand didn’t catch theirs and passed right through instead.

“…It’s an illusion.”

Probably an illusion created by the Sacred Relic.

Realizing this, I looked around with complicated eyes.

‘What exactly does it want to show me by creating such an illusion?’

That’s when I was thinking this.

“Everyone kneel before His Imperial Majesty!”

“Emperor…?”

I turned my head with doubt and soon encountered an amazing sight.

Royal Guards were entering the village while escorting someone. The person who eventually dismounted from his horse and walked forward had a face I recognized.

It was Prince Uriel.

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