The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 80

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 080
Alfonso woke that morning with a sour expression on his face.
He had suffered through a terrible nightmare—a dream of the world’s destruction.
“Just a bad dream.”
Sergio sipped his tea casually after hearing the explanation.
“It seems the result of witnessing something unpleasant recently.”
He was referring to the dead saint, Justitia.
Alfonso had remained present until the very end of her execution ceremony. It was his duty as King.
“Your first burning at the stake since ascending the throne. It’s only natural such an image would linger.”
“Actually, that woman didn’t appear in the dream. Doesn’t the Duke appear in yours?”
“No. Not even a hair of hers showed up.”
When Sergio replied matter-of-factly, Alfonso stared at him blankly before muttering.
“And yet she was still your sister. You’re quite cold-hearted.”
“I have only one sister—Lumiel.”
“That’s true. I intend to marry Lumiel soon.”
Alfonso nodded and laid out his plan.
“The Queen’s seat has been vacant far too long. Now that only one true saint remains….”
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”
At that moment, a Central Palace Attendant rushed in urgently. Alfonso frowned at his manner.
“The Cassini Duke is present—what is this rudeness!”
“I, I apologize. But there is something I must report at once….”
“What is it? Speak.”
Alfonso waved his hand dismissively, but his expression hardened as he heard what followed.
“The sun has lost its light, Your Majesty.”
He thought it nonsense at first, but he pulled back the curtains himself and looked out the window. The sun truly had lost its radiance and hung dark in the sky.
“Is there a solar eclipse scheduled for today?”
“No, Your Majesty. It is still some time away. Moreover, the sun is not obscured by the moon—it has purely lost its light.”
Alfonso’s jaw dropped at this unprecedented crisis. After a moment of silence, the attendant asked carefully.
“The people are growing anxious. What shall we do, Your Majesty?”
“Go to the Archbishop at once and bring me answers about this catastrophe.”
“But the Archbishop is currently….”
The attendant’s words trailed off. Since the execution of Saint Justitia, the Archbishop had been in seclusion. Rumor had it he was so deeply grieved that he had almost entirely ceased eating and drinking.
But Alfonso had no concern for such circumstances now. The sun losing its light was far too ominous an omen.
“Drag the Archbishop out if you must and bring me answers! No—I shall go myself.”
The Grand Cathedral’s entrance was already crowded with anxious people who had gathered as if the heavens themselves were tearing open. When they saw the King’s carriage, they shifted their focus.
“Your Majesty, what is happening?”
“Please explain, Your Majesty!”
Alfonso was exasperated. He was no god—how could he possibly know what was occurring? He hurried through the crowd into the Grand Cathedral.
“Where is the Archbishop now?”
“He remains in his chamber. We have continued to search for him, but….”
This mad priest! Alfonso’s fury reached a boiling point as he stormed into Formoso’s room.
After forcing open the locked door, he found Formoso standing with his back turned, gazing out the window. Alfonso’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
“How leisurely of you, Archbishop, when the sun has lost its light and the world descends into chaos.”
“….”
“Has there been no divine revelation? In a situation like this, shouldn’t God say something? The sun is destroyed, yet not a single word from the heavens?”
Even at words bordering on blasphemy, Formoso kept his gaze fixed beyond the window.
Finally, Alfonso strode forward, seized Formoso by the shoulders, and forced him to turn around.
“Say something…!”
But the moment Alfonso’s eyes met Formoso’s face, he gasped in shock and involuntarily loosened his grip.
It was not the face of a living man. Formoso’s visage had withered like that of an elderly person on death’s threshold.
His skin hung loose as if barely clinging to bone, his eyes hollow and devoid of any spark of life.
Confronted with this grotesque appearance—a corpse with merely breath still clinging to it—Alfonso felt genuine terror.
“Archbishop, what is this….”
“There was no divine revelation.”
The aging was not merely superficial. His voice emerged hoarse and ancient.
“Moreover, I can no longer hear God’s voice. He has stripped all power from me.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“My divine power has vanished.”
Formoso explained with clinical detachment.
“Not just myself, but all priests have lost their divine power. I suggest you verify whether Lumiel has suffered the same fate.”
“Then, then how do we address this crisis… Are you aware of what’s happening outside?”
“I am aware, but there is nothing I can do.”
With that irresponsible conclusion, Formoso turned his back once more.
Alfonso stared at him in disbelief before realizing there were no other options.
He hastily redirected his course toward the Cassini Mansion.
“Lumiel, Lumiel! Where are you?”
But before he could search further, an urgent voice calling for Lumiel reached his ears.
It was Sergio’s voice. Alfonso turned to the mansion’s butler.
“What is happening here? Where is Lumiel?”
“That is… she has suddenly vanished without a trace.”
A chill ran down my spine.
If Lumiel disappeared in a situation like this… who could I turn to for help?
“Find the Cassini Noblewoman at once. She’s all we have left, the Saint!”
In that moment, the image of dead Justitia flashed through my mind.
Ah, had I known things would come to this, I should never have killed her. There should always be contingencies for every situation!
Yet no amount of regret could resurrect the already dead.
Ultimately, Alfonso returned to the Royal Palace empty-handed and issued a nationwide manhunt for Lumiel.
That night, following the sun, the moon too lost its light.
And something even more ominous occurred—the stars that had adorned the night sky began to plummet toward the earth.
“With such calamitous events unfolding, what in the world is the Cathedral doing?”
“Didn’t you know? The Archbishop and every priest in Scalia have lost their divine power.”
“What about the Holy Kingdom? Are they just going to stand by and do nothing? Isn’t this leading us toward the end times!”
“The Holy Kingdom says that Scalia’s complete loss of divine power is God’s wrath, and they cannot intervene.”
The situation grew even more dire. Starting the next day, unusually high waves struck the coastal regions of Scalia, and an access ban was issued.
Rats were seen migrating collectively in one direction. Hundreds of birds shrieked and took flight in flocks, and dogs throughout the entire nation began barking ceaselessly, day and night.
Everyone trembled with anxiety. When rumors spread that the new Saint, Lumiel, had vanished without a trace, public unrest boiled over.
“Was that woman actually a fraud all along? She claimed to be a Saint, so where is she now and what is she doing!”
“We shouldn’t have executed Saint Justitia. What do we do now? Are we all going to die?”
Gripped by terror, people prepared to flee Scalia. Alfonso could not stop them. There was nothing he could do.
“What is Cassini Duke doing?”
“That is….”
The Central Palace Attendant hesitated before speaking.
“He’s lost himself in despair and locked himself in his room, refusing to move….”
“Pathetic fools. And they can’t even think of how to overcome this crisis!”
“Your Majesty, the situation is grave. A riot could break out at any moment.”
The Central Palace Attendant continued cautiously.
“Since the Holy Kingdom’s stance is also unclear, perhaps it would be wise to evacuate to a safe location for the time being….”
“You’re telling me, the King of this nation, to abandon my country and flee right now?”
“I understand that several nobles have already begun attempting to seek asylum elsewhere.”
At those words, Alfonso felt his resolve crumble. Reality crashed back down upon him in an instant.
Yes, one must survive first before anything else can be done.
“Pack our belongings as quickly as possible. We depart tonight. We will go to the Harma Kingdom where my maternal grandfather resides.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I will make the preparations.”
That night, Alfonso arrived at a harbor near the Monastery and boarded a ship bound for the Harma Kingdom.
Just as the ship was about to set sail, a violent wave suddenly struck, and Alfonso lost his balance and fell.
“Your M-Majesty!”
“I’m fine, there’s no need to make a fuss….”
“That’s not it, the, the sky…!”
At those words, Alfonso lifted his head, and his expression froze completely.
From a sky long devoid of light, crimson and sulfurous masses were falling.
“Evade! Move to avoid them!”
Alfonso issued urgent orders.
But there were too many to escape. Fireballs and sulfurous chunks fell upon the ship Alfonso was aboard.
The bodies of everyone on that ship burned away. They all shrieked in agony before vanishing without a trace.
Fire and sulfur rained down like precipitation, burning the world a brilliant crimson.
By the next day, not a single soul had survived in Scalia, now reduced to ruins.

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