The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112
“Heh, heh, heh… Well.”
The High Priest laughed as if exasperated, then answered with a hint of irritation.
“Holy power is a force capable of healing multiple people at once. Using it for a single person is wasteful.”
“Then it’s fine to waste it.”
“From what I can see, the condition doesn’t seem particularly severe…”
“Oh, come now. I’m giving you an opportunity, Your Eminence.”
Namia twirled her hair around her finger as she spoke.
“A chance to make a good impression on the Crown Prince.”
The High Priest exhaled deeply.
Apparently deciding that the quickest way to deal with this madwoman was to send her on her way, he clasped his hands together and recited a brief prayer.
With a brilliant flash of light, holy power rippled outward.
‘Hmm.’
The holy power worked effectively—even Kiaros felt his body grow lighter.
‘It doesn’t cure the illness itself, but it does restore my condition momentarily.’
The High Priest spoke with cold eyes.
“Is that sufficient?”
“Well…”
Namia puffed out her cheeks indifferently and tilted her head.
“It’s definitely better. Thank you. But I might fall ill again, and each time that happens, you could use your holy power for me, couldn’t you?”
“Pardon?”
“The Chapel is far too distant. Since I’m staying at the Imperial Palace anyway, please come whenever I call.”
At Namia’s words, the High Priest frowned irritably and refused outright.
“That would be rather difficult.”
It was then that Namia jabbed Kiaros in the ribs.
Kiaros swallowed hard and interjected.
“The Crown Prince will not take this lying down.”
And he added, elaborating on the point:
“Unless you wish to invite future complications.”
Namia nodded with satisfaction, then smiled wickedly.
“If you listen to what I say, I’ll even call you when I’m alone with the Crown Prince. At those times, I’ll mention that you deserve better support for the Temple, and I’ll slip in your requests subtly.”
Kiaros regarded Namia with interest.
She understood precisely why and how people gravitate toward those favored by the powerful.
“Everyone keeps asking me for things like this. You’re no different, are you?”
With that final remark, Namia spun around and clicked her heels as she exited the Chapel.
* * *
The Chapel door closed behind me with a thud. Simultaneously, I exhaled a long sigh.
‘If they weren’t part of the Gaejofa Faction, I’d truly apologize. But they are part of it…’
For now, I was simply laying out bait.
The moment I stepped into the Garden, Kibon beside me furrowed his brow and muttered.
“I’m not certain the High Priest will even come. He rejected the proposal outright.”
“Of course he did. Their plans are proceeding smoothly on their own—why would he listen to me?”
That was when it happened.
A large messenger bird descended before me and dropped a box at my feet with a soft thud.
“Hm?”
What is this?
As I stood bewildered, Kibon furrowed his brow and spoke slowly, almost to himself.
“…This appears to be one of the Tower Master’s messenger birds….”
“You know about such things?”
“Open it first, please.”
Kibon no longer seemed interested in hiding that he was far more than a mere New Intern.
He gazed at the box the messenger bird had dropped before me as he spoke.
“The bird likely won’t permit anyone but the intended recipient to open the package.”
Indeed, the messenger bird’s golden eyes fixed solely upon me.
I opened the box reluctantly. Inside lay a letter and several scrolls.
I unfolded the letter first.
Namia, I intend to venture deep into enemy territory to rescue my daughter and son-in-law.
You’ve felt the changes in your body, haven’t you?
Don’t view it as something purely negative. For some, it was a power desperately sought.
It is a dangerous power, but perhaps you are one who might bear it well.
Speak of your uniqueness to no one.
Still, you weighed on my mind, so I’ve selected a few scrolls for you. Keep them with you always.
Changes in my body….
I swallowed hard. While I read the letter, Kibon removed his jacket again.
“You must be cold—let me cover you again….”
“No, I’m fine.”
I immediately refused and shook my head.
“I’m not cold at all because I’m nervous. If anything, I’m burning up.”
In truth, sweat was already beading down my back.
I was genuinely overheated. Though I hadn’t shown it, I had been since earlier.
‘This is strange. A heating scroll shouldn’t generate this much warmth.’
The heating scroll, which I’d thought would produce only hand-warmer level heat, was radiating like a roaring fire.
After coughing up blood earlier, the mana lingering in my body had felt somewhat more refined—could that be related?
I studied the letter once more.
‘You’ve felt the changes in your body…. Is this what he meant?’
Because these words came from none other than the Tower Master himself, I placed tremendous faith in them.
‘Your uniqueness…. Does that include knowing the future? What exactly does the Tower Master know?’
For now, I resolved to take his advice to heart—tell no one.
“Is something wrong?”
“Oh, no. It’s just a letter checking in on me. The Tower Master is a warm-hearted and deeply compassionate elder, after all.”
Kibon wore an expression of utter disbelief and muttered under his breath.
“I thought he only cared about his own bloodline….”
“Then you don’t know the Tower Master very well. Anyway, that’s probably why he gave another gift.”
I had indeed received a peculiar scroll last time as a parting gift.
He’d said to use it when I was confessed to….
It was an extraordinarily strange scroll, and I couldn’t even guess what it was.
Thinking it might be another such remarkable scroll, I eagerly examined the box.
“Hmm.”
After examining each scroll one by one, I shrugged my shoulders and muttered.
“They’re just ordinary standard scrolls.”
The Messenger Bird had already flown away and was nowhere to be seen.
I picked up the box and headed back to my room.
* * *
The High Priest clicked his tongue in exasperation.
‘I was planning to dispose of her along with Kiaros at the end while I was at it….’
The High Priest was a fairly high-ranking executive within the Gaejofa Faction, but he had no choice but to act directly.
To make the plan succeed, Kiaros had to die, but he was holed up in his room at the Imperial Palace and simply wouldn’t come out.
‘The Minister of Education was right after all.’
The Crown Prince was truly clinging to a rude and tactless woman, and it was worrying for the future of the Empire.
He had also said that she suddenly received favor and rose in status, showing no awareness of her place.
Indeed, having experienced it firsthand, she was a woman with considerable skill at turning people’s hearts inside out.
‘I’d like to kill her first.’
Contrary to what the Minister of Education had guaranteed, no incident occurred at the Saint Cairo Banquet.
The exact cause was unknown.
‘The Scroll Department might have made a mistake from the beginning, or perhaps the Minister of Education was tailed….’
The Minister of Education was also untrustworthy. In a sense, he was a gentleman who had only worked in public office, and he might have moved too carelessly.
Seeing that he had completely disappeared by now, he might even be being pursued by the Crown Prince.
‘If Namia Loapi had known about all of this and taken countermeasures….’
She had a track record of saving Kiaros from a perfectly designed assassination attempt orchestrated by the Gaejofa Faction.
‘Hmm, but… is it possible to carry out a plan and save him unless you know the future? Wasn’t it just that she acted conspicuously to catch the Crown Prince’s eye? Trusting in her own beauty and dreaming of a Cinderella story.’
After that, Kiaros was indeed clinging to her, so for Namia it was a success.
In fact, she was now acting like someone who had just received favor and lost all sense of propriety.
The High Priest furrowed his brow and crossed his arms.
‘Killing Namia Loapi isn’t particularly difficult. Right now, killing Kiaros is the most important thing.’
All the plans were proceeding smoothly as intended. The High Priest understood priorities well and didn’t want any other variables.
In other words, no matter how arrogantly Namia behaved, she was a secondary priority—someone he could easily dispose of anytime.
* * *
I returned to my room and casually set down the box I’d received from the Tower Master. Then I stretched nonchalantly and spoke.
“Go on then. I’ll call you again later.”
“Yes.”
The moment Kibon left, I heard his footsteps fade into the distance.
Once I was certain he was gone, I glanced around the room to confirm I was alone.
Then I opened the box the Tower Master had sent me—the one I’d brought with me earlier.

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