The Fortune-Teller Saintess - Chapter 77

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The Fortune Teller Saint

Chapter 77

“Seer.”

At Shadow’s call, the Seer rolled his eyes to look down at him.

Shadow couldn’t bring himself to look directly into his eyes and reported calmly.

“It seems our tail has been caught.”

“Our tail has been caught?”

“The Crown Prince is investigating matters related to the Founding Ceremony. …It appears he learned something through Rowen.”

The Seer remained silent.

But Shadow didn’t rush him. If he tried to force an answer here, his head would roll.

After waiting obediently, the Seer finally opened his mouth.

“The Crown Prince has noticed our existence… Then we can’t just sit still.”

“What should we do?”

“Keep an eye on the Crown Prince. And… yes.”

The Seer smiled and continued in a bright voice.

“It would be good to prepare a gift.”

“A gift… you say?”

“Secretly leak information to the Crown Prince. Tell him where a member of ‘House of Pesport’ is hiding.”

At the Seer’s words, Shadow was startled and unconsciously raised his head.

“But Seer, that’s too dangerous. We risk exposing our existence to them.”

“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”

“A plan…? No, never mind. I will follow your will, Seer.”

Shadow hastily replied and bowed his head again.

Then the Seer’s sharp gaze softened.

“Then Seer, what should we do about the Holy Lady?”

“Hmm.”

The Seer let out a contemplative sound.

Holy Lady Ellia. The woman who constantly interfered with their plans.

He had tried to treat her befitting her noble status as one chosen by the Sacred Relic, but…

She had crossed a river of no return. She had joined hands with the Mage.

In other words, there was no reason to spare her now that she had become a heretic.

“We’ll deal with the Holy Lady too. If possible…”

The Seer’s eyes glinted coldly as he continued in a hard voice.

“It would be best to deal with her friends at the same time, using this opportunity.”

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“Hmm.”

I glared at the sculpture with my arms crossed.

It was good that we brought Rowen’s sculpture, but I was at a loss for where and how to start investigating.

‘My job isn’t detective work, after all.’

Ugh. A groan escaped my lips involuntarily.

Click-

“Ria, I’m here.”

Just then the door opened and Robelina entered.

Robelina saw me in a staring contest with the sculpture and tilted her head.

“Why are you glaring at the sculpture like that?”

“I was wondering if there might be hidden clues with magic eye.”

“Magic eye? What’s that?”

“…It’s something like that. Ah, I really don’t know! It’s good that we brought the sculpture, but how do we find clues about the Seer?”

As I flopped down on the bed grumbling, Robelina approached.

She picked up the sculpture, stared at it intently, then exhaled and said, “Hmm.”

“Shouldn’t finding the person who made this sculpture be the top priority?”

“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, but…”

I trailed off with a troubled expression.

Usually artists carve their signature on their own works. But no such signature existed on this sculpture.

‘Did they not carve one for fear of being branded a heretic?’

Whatever the reason, if the creator left no trace of themselves, there was virtually no way to track them down.

While I was thinking negatively, Robelina, who had been examining the sculpture, made an unexpected suggestion.

“How about visiting the Temple’s Repair Department?”

“Repair Department?”

I tilted my head.

The Temple had various departments like the Imperial Palace. Among them, the Repair Department was where people who repaired aging facilities or damaged areas within the Temple gathered.

“Yes. There’s someone who does sculpting in the Repair Department too. As a fellow sculptor, they might think of something when they see this sculpture.”

“Hmm.”

It wasn’t a bad idea. It’s not like staring at the sculpture among ourselves would produce anything.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

We immediately headed to the Temple’s Repair Department.

It was just moving within the Temple, but the process was very arduous.

…Because the stares were very piercing.

“Cardinal Robelina.”

“Yes, Holy Lady.”

“Am I the only one who feels the priests and clerics glancing at us?”

At my question, Robelina looked around and said with a sigh.

“No. I feel it too.”

“Why are they looking at us like that?”

They weren’t just looking either. They would glance at me, then turn away with uncomfortable expressions and whisper among themselves.

I felt like asking them what the problem was.

Robelina calmed me down, hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

“It’s probably because of that incident.”

“That incident?”

“Did you forget already? You openly declared it in front of His Eminence the Cardinal and Their Reverences.”

“Declared? …Ah.”

I finally remembered.

The day I defended Nein who had been falsely accused and revealed that he was my friend.

It seemed that fact had spread among the people in the Temple.

“Oh, what. It wasn’t a big deal after all.”

“Not a big deal?”

“I expected this kind of reaction. It’s also something we must go through to change the Temple’s outdated perceptions. It’s the beginning of change. I can get through this easily.”

When I winked cheerfully, Robelina, who had been dazed, chuckled.

“It’s nice to see you being so positive.”

“Hehe. That’s just how I am.”

“Still, please maintain your dignity when you’re outside, Holy Lady.”

“…”

I stared blankly at Robelina. She was strict even at times like this.

Meanwhile, we arrived at the Repair Department. When we carefully entered, we saw men absorbed in their respective tasks.

Among them, we approached a man who was carving white stone. Sensing our presence, the man who had been hammering a chisel stopped and turned toward us.

“Oh? Aren’t you the Holy Lady? What brings you here…?”

“Excuse me for a moment. I have something I’d like to ask.”

I showed the sculpture I received from Robelina to the Temple’s sculptor and asked.

“Could you tell me how this sculpture looks from a sculptor’s perspective?”

“May I examine it closely?”

“Of course.”

The sculptor took the statue and began examining it from various angles.

Honestly, even while watching him, I didn’t expect anything significant to come of it. At best, I thought he’d just give some commentary about the statue.

So I was quite surprised when the sculptor opened his mouth to speak.

“This looks like a statue made by the sculptor Moriel.”

“Moriel?”

“He’s a fairly well-known sculptor in these parts. He’s a devout man, famous for mainly creating works that evoke thoughts of the divine. Since he also used pure white stone, which is mainly used in temples, I’m certain of it.”

I exchanged glances with Robelina.

Who would have thought we’d discover a clue so close by.

‘Our Robelina really is the best!’

“But Holy Lady, where did you get this statue?”

“Why do you ask?”

I found myself asking defensively without realizing it. After all, neither the statue’s identity nor how we obtained it was exactly clean.

The sculptor returned the statue to me with an awkward expression.

“I wasn’t trying to pry. It’s just that I know most of that man’s works, but this statue is the first I’ve seen of its kind. As far as I know, no more of Moriel’s statues are being produced.”

“What? Why? Don’t tell me he passed away…?”

My face went pale at the thought that the clue we’d finally grasped might disappear.

Seeing this, the sculptor waved his hands and said,

“He’s not dead! Well, maybe he is dead after all. He suddenly went missing one day.”

“Missing?”

“Yes. I don’t really know what happened either, but that’s what the rumors say.”

When I glanced at Robelina, she was wearing the same serious expression as me.

A sculptor who made statues related to the Prophet’s Sect, and a disappearance.

I had a strong feeling that something was hidden between those two pieces of information.

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