The Fortune-Teller Saintess - Chapter 19

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The Fortune Teller Saint

Chapter 19

‘If I say one wrong word, she might really go looking for Sierra.’

From Sierra’s perspective, meeting Nein would be unwelcome too. Setting aside the fact that Nein is crazy, it’s a meeting between a priest and a mage.

It could greatly damage Priest Sierra’s reputation.

‘But seeing how she’s not bringing up anything more, I guess there’s no evidence that I’m acquainted with Nein.’

I thought she might use that as leverage for blackmail, but fortunately it didn’t seem like it would go that far.

Then?

‘I should definitely seal her lips.’

I placed my index finger to my lips and smiled sweetly at Sierra.

“I see. Then this matter is a secret between us. Right?”

“…”

Sierra clenched her lips. She seemed annoyed that things weren’t going according to her plan.

Of course, that wasn’t my concern.

“Well then, Your Eminence, we’ll head up to our rooms now.”

“Yes, Saint Ellia. You worked very hard at this missionary event. Go in and rest. You too, Cardinal Robelina.”

Dale smiled warmly as he saw Robelina and me off.

Sierra, standing beside him, was desperately avoiding my gaze.

‘Still, I should be careful.’

There was nothing good about people knowing I was acquainted with a mage. Conversely, from Nein’s perspective, being associated with me, a saint, wouldn’t end well for him either.

‘So we’ll have to meet more secretly from now on.’

Not meeting wasn’t an option.

Why?

‘Because I have to set him up with Robelina!’

No matter how crazy he was, a male lead candidate was still a male lead candidate.

Besides, didn’t I witness his potential for redemption this time?

He was good enough to set up with Robelina.

‘I want to see a love story between three people.’

Of course, Jacad wasn’t included among these three people. That damn crown prince.

“Ria, will it be okay?”

Then Robelina quietly whispered to me. Seeing her worried expression, she seemed anxious because of Sierra’s words.

I smiled as if it was fine and patted Robelina’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You saw it, right? How we promised to keep each other’s secrets.”

“I wasn’t talking about Priest Sierra.”

“Huh?”

“I meant Sir Lucian.”

Robelina continued with a serious face.

“Will it be okay not to tell Sir Lucian?”

“…Ah.”

“Ria, don’t tell me…”

“I’m screwed.”

I felt the blood drain from my face as I laughed hollowly.

“I need to find Sir Lucian right away, don’t I?”

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The 1st Holy Knight Order of the Temple.

They were helping the priests who had participated in the missionary event carry their luggage.

And among them was one particularly eye-catching figure.

It was Lucian, the commander of the 1st Holy Knight Order.

“Focus on moving the large and heavy luggage. It would be difficult for the priests to carry.”

“Yes!”

He didn’t shirk from work using his position as commander as an excuse, and showed himself leading his subordinate knights from the front.

Above all, that brilliant golden hair and face that seemed to have absorbed the light of the sun itself!

It was only natural that the female priests couldn’t take their eyes off Lucian.

“Um, Commander Lucian.”

“…? Yes.”

When a female priest approached, Lucian stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

The priest blushed and shyly offered him the water bottle in her hand.

“Please drink this while you work. You’re working so hard.”

“Not at all. Thank you, I’ll drink it gratefully.”

“Y-yes!”

The priest squeaked and quickly retreated. Lucian tilted his head and drank the water the priest had given him.

Just as he turned around to resume his work, he met the gazes of knights looking at him with cold eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“…Just annoyed, that’s all.”

“It’s natural for holy knights to help the priests. It’s not good to be annoyed about such things.”

“That’s not what we meant!”

The indignant knights sighed and began whispering among themselves.

“I’m jealous. Some of us can’t even get a drop of water.”

“That priest is more pitiful than us. She’ll soon be forgotten from the commander’s memory.”

“Sigh. If he’s going to waste that face like that, he might as well give it to me.”

“Maybe there’s a reason God didn’t give it to you?”

“What did you say?”

While his fellow holy knights were grumbling, one holy knight asked Lucian curiously.

“Commander, don’t you have any memorable women?”

“Why are you suddenly asking that?”

“Just wondering. You receive gifts all the time, so I thought there might be at least one.”

“…?”

“…Never mind. If there isn’t anyone, that’s fine.”

The holy knight shook his head as if he had expected too much for nothing.

Then Lucian, who had been pondering something, exclaimed “Ah!”

“There is one person.”

“What? There is?”

“Who is it!”

The entire holy knight order rushed over like they had just heard news of a friend’s romance.

Lucian didn’t mind the pouring gazes and casually said while carrying luggage.

“The Saint.”

“Ah.”

“What.”

The thoroughly disappointed holy knight members returned to their places grumbling.

“Who doesn’t know the Saint? She’s someone we naturally have to protect as holy knights.”

“Come to think of it, isn’t this Saint very cute? Being so small makes her seem even more so.”

“Agreed. She has an aspect that stimulates protective instincts.”

Listening to his members chattering excitedly, Lucian fell into deep thought.

‘Cute?’

Is it because she’s small? Honestly, he wasn’t sure. To him, all people were the same.

However, for him, Ellia had some peculiar aspects.

‘A saint who’s friendly with a mage.’

He couldn’t understand why she would deliberately befriend a mage, who was treated as a heretic by them.

But why was it that.

‘Please sheathe your sword, Sir Lucian. I’m asking you once more.’

Those earnest eyes kept coming to mind.

‘Is it because the one he was trying to protect is a mage?’

Why go to such lengths?

Just as he was pondering this question.

“Sir Lucian!”

“Huh?”

“It’s the Holy Lady!”

The holy knights and priests who had been carrying luggage all stopped their movements at once.

Saint Ellia, who had been breathing heavily as if she had rushed over, straightened her back and looked up at Lucian.

“Sir Lucian, could we talk for a moment?”

“Yes.”

At Lucian’s answer, Ellia led him to a secluded spot. Cardinal Robelina stood a little distance away, as if keeping watch.

“Sir Lucian, did you happen to tell His Eminence the Cardinal?”

The blue eyes that had briefly lingered on Robelina turned toward Ellia.

“What are you referring to?”

“About me being close friends with the mage.”

“No. I haven’t mentioned it.”

At Lucian’s answer, Ellia visibly showed a relieved expression.

“That’s a relief. Then could you please continue to keep it a secret? You know… it wouldn’t be good if it were discovered.”

Lucian stared intently at Ellia.

In the continuing silence, it was Ellia who reacted first.

“Sir Lucian?”

“…There’s something I’d like to ask.”

“What is it?”

“Honestly, I don’t understand.”

Lucian tilted his head and asked with narrowed eyes.

“Why are you trying to maintain your friendship with that mage while hiding the truth?”

Ellia’s eyes widened at the unexpected question.

‘Why am I going to such lengths to hide Nein’s existence?’

Obviously to set him up with Robelina!

…Of course, I couldn’t answer like that.

With my answer blocked, I began to worry.

‘Depending on my answer, it seems like Lucian will decide whether or not to tell Barion…’

My head felt like it would explode from the thought that I needed to come up with a plausible answer.

“Holy Lady?”

In the midst of this, Lucian urged me for an answer.

I wanted to tell him to wait, but the situation where I couldn’t do that was frustrating.

‘Let’s just answer honestly.’

Of course, hiding the story about the original work.

Having made up my mind, I looked up at him with determination.

“Nein and I have already become friends. How could I let that go?”

“That friendship could pose a threat to you, Holy Lady.”

“Sir Lucian, a friend isn’t someone you keep close for your convenience and push away at other times.”

“…”

“And I think this is right. I believe in my choice.”

“Believing in your choice…”

Lucian muttered quietly.

As he seemed to be swayed by my persuasion, I nodded vigorously to help put an end to his worries.

“Simply believing in and being bound by teachings alone – God wouldn’t want that either. What’s important is thinking for yourself about what’s right.”

Lucian raised his head and gazed at me.

I smiled at him and patted his shoulder.

“So when you feel that your choice is right, believe in it and push forward.”

Lucian’s eyes trembled slightly.

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