The Fortune-Teller Saintess - Chapter 85

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Seeing Jacad, I asked back with a voice mixed with bewilderment and delight.

“Your Highness, why are you here?”

“I came looking for someone.”

“Looking for someone?”

“Now I’d like you to answer my question.”

I glanced at Moriel behind me and shrugged my shoulders.

“Same here. I came looking for someone too. And doing missionary work while I’m at it.”

“Missionary work? In a village that doesn’t believe in god?”

“It’s the Cardinal’s will.”

Jacad frowned.

His eyes still showed he didn’t understand, but deciding not to ask further, his gaze turned to Moriel behind me.

“Then is that man behind you the person you’re looking for?”

“That’s right. You remember the sculpture Rowen had, don’t you? The person who made it is this man, Moriel.”

“What?”

At my words, Jacad’s eyes widened.

When Moriel’s eyes met his, he began trembling as if having a seizure.

Then suddenly he prostrated himself flat on the ground.

“Y-Your Highness! What brings you to such a humble place…”

“I came to see you, Moriel Fesport.”

‘Huh?’

At the conversation that followed, I looked back and forth between the two with bewildered eyes.

“Your Highness, you know this sculptor?”

“We’re not just acquaintances.”

Jacad answered as if sighing. Then Moriel flinched while still prostrated.

Jacad stared intently at the prostrated Moriel, then spoke to Nein and me.

“This story will be long. Let’s move to a quieter place.”

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We moved to the inn where Jacad was staying.

It was a shabby place for lodging where the Crown Prince was staying, as if he had come quietly without announcing his departure.

Jacad casually sat on the old bed and looked down at Moriel kneeling on the floor.

“This man is my wet nurse’s younger brother.”

“Wet nurse…?”

I looked at him in surprise at the sudden words.

Jacad nodded and added casually.

“To be precise, the younger brother of someone who was my wet nurse.”

“It changed to past tense.”

“She’s dead. I…”

Jacad raised one hand and touched the mask covering his right eye.

“On the day I received this curse.”

“…!”

I unconsciously hardened my expression.

I felt a strange connection in Jacad’s words.

“Don’t tell me…”

“It’s as you suspect.”

Jacad lowered his hand and looked down at Moriel coldly as he spoke.

“The curse carved into my eye was left by my wet nurse, Isabel Fesport.”

“Gasp…”

A gasp reflexively escaped me.

I was shocked by the tremendous content that didn’t even appear in the original work, but at the same time, his explosive emotions from the past made sense.

‘Sacred relics, seeing the future, none of it was believable.’

‘That woman!’

I quietly thought, recalling the reaction he had shown during our first meeting with Jacad.

‘The “that woman” he mentioned then was Jacad’s wet nurse, Isabel.’

Huh? But wait a minute.

As I continued my thoughts, I paused at a strange feeling.

‘If Isabel was the one who cursed Jacad, the curse should have been lifted when she died, right?’

Curses were supposed to be lifted when the caster died.

I tilted my head, but the question couldn’t continue further.

It was because Jacad continued speaking.

“That’s why I came looking for Moriel. I have questions about Isabel.”

Jacad got up from his seat and bent down in front of the kneeling Moriel. Then Moriel flinched and trembled.

Jacad looked straight at him and asked a question.

“Moriel Fesport, what relationship did your sister have with the Seer?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play dumb. I came here knowing everything.”

Jacad spoke coldly and took something from his chest, throwing it in front of Moriel.

The old brooch revealed its contents completely from the impact of hitting the floor.

What existed inside was identical to the Seer’s emblem carved on the bottom of Rowen’s sculpture.

While I hardened my expression seeing that, Jacad spoke to Moriel.

“It’s Isabel’s brooch. If you don’t know about the Seer, why did you carve the same emblem as the one on Isabel’s brooch onto the sculpture you made? And it’s an emblem related to the Seer at that.”

“…”

“Answer me, Moriel Fesport.”

Moriel, who had been trembling like an aspen leaf, slowly began to open his mouth.

“I-I…”

Moriel eventually hung his head low and shook it vigorously from side to side as if he couldn’t answer.

“I really don’t know. I just made the sculpture as my sister told me to.”

“Playing dumb to the end.”

Jacad furrowed his brow.

I anxiously looked back and forth between the two.

For the brother of a traitor to defy the Crown Prince’s words. It wouldn’t be strange if his head rolled.

‘As long as there’s something to gain, Jacad wouldn’t do that though.’

“Hmm?”

Then Nein suddenly turned his head to look out the window.

I asked him with a puzzled face.

“What’s wrong, Nein?”

“Just now…”

Nein, who had been trailing off while concentrating on something, slowly began to furrow his brow.

“Something, an extremely unpleasant energy…”

Whooom-

At that moment, my body froze.

Not just me, but Nein too, and even Jacad and Moriel who had been confronting each other stopped talking and stiffened.

Everyone felt it.

The sinister energy felt from all directions, as if scanning our bodies.

“What was that just now?”

“…”

Nein silently walked to the window and flung open the glass window. I also approached beside him and looked out the window.

It wasn’t just us who felt the strange energy—all the villagers had stopped on the streets, murmuring amongst themselves.

“Didn’t you feel something strange just now?”

“Huh? You felt it too?”

“Something eerie…”

If even ordinary people could feel it, this seemed far from normal.

I turned to look at Nein beside me with a serious expression.

“Nein, what is this…?”

“Ha.”

That’s when Nein let out a hollow laugh.

I stopped speaking and observed Nein’s expression, then closed my mouth.

Nein’s eyes widened as he muttered with an angry smile.

“Look at these bastards? They dare to use me as bait?”

“What do you mean…?”

The question couldn’t continue.

“Huh? Over there!”

I whipped my head around at the shout from outside. A resident was pointing somewhere.

And at the tip of that finger.

“Wh-what is that?”

Black hands that had sprouted from the ground were writhing grotesquely.

Just looking at them made my skin crawl, and I unconsciously hardened my expression.

“That is…?”

“A curse.”

“A curse?”

Nein nodded at my question.

“I don’t know which bastard orchestrated this, but.”

With the sound of grinding teeth, Nein continued.

“They’re trying to make this entire village a sacrifice for the curse.”

“…!”

My mind went blank. Who on earth would do such a thing?

‘No, there’s only one person who would do something like this.’

The Seer. He was the only suspect I could think of.

Especially since Isabel, who was presumed to have followed him, had a history of cursing Jacad.

I wanted to track down the Seer immediately, but now wasn’t the time.

“Ugh, aaaah!”

Because the black hands were grabbing the villagers and trying to drag them into the darkness.

“Nein! Help!”

“Tsk.”

Nein immediately cast magic and severed the black hands that were dragging the villager away.

Thanks to that, the resident safely escaped from the black grip. And all the villagers in the vicinity turned to look at us at once.

As if I had been waiting for this, I shouted to them.

“Everyone avoid those things and evacuate outside the village! We’ll assist you!”

“Why is the Holy Lady helping us…?”

Confused murmuring spread among the villagers.

I raised my eyebrows and delivered a sharp retort.

“When people’s lives are in danger, what does being a Holy Lady or whatever matter? Just hurry up and run!”

“R-right! Let’s go!”

Only then did the villagers hurriedly run away.

Nein, who had been watching from the side, chuckled and said.

“Isn’t the Holy Lady already struggling to protect just her own body? Do you have the luxury to help other humans?”

“Curses are weak against divine power. If necessary, I can release my divine power. And…”

I looked straight at Nein and added.

“You’re here too.”

“…You really know how to talk.”

Despite his words, Nein seemed pleased and chuckled.

Meanwhile, Jacad approached us with urgent steps.

“We can’t help the entire village if we stay clustered in one place. Mage Tower Master, wouldn’t it be better if you and I split up to rescue the villagers?”

“Well, I don’t mind. But even so, we won’t be able to protect the entire village.”

Nein, who had coldly countered, spoke with a rarely serious expression.

“No matter how strong I am, two people are too few for the size of this village.”

“…”

Jacad seemed at a loss for words and closed his mouth.

Nein quietly observed such Jacad, then suddenly grinned wickedly.

“In that sense, Your Highness is lucky. You have reinforcements like me.”

“What do you mean?”

Jacad asked with a puzzled expression.

On the other hand, I understood what Nein meant and my eyes lit up.

‘Come to think of it, near this village…’

Nein looked at me and curled up the corners of his mouth, then suddenly opened his mouth toward the air.

“This is an order from the Mage Tower Master.”

More precisely, toward the mages in the Mage Tower.

“All you slackers, researchers, and idle bastards, get out here now.”

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