The Great Saint Was Called to Heaven and Became the Adopted Daughter of the Baker - Episode 1.10 (2)

Milliardo is often said to be a man like a wild boar.

Impulsive and thoughtless. However, their intuition is animal-like, and their quick situational judgment is more accurate than anyone else’s.

At 15, I entered the temple as the youngest holy knight, and at 16, I became a royal guard for the High Priestess. The holy knights were envious of my rapid rise, but my colleagues were all kind and treated me like a younger brother.

After all, the master we serve is a deeply compassionate and quiet person. He is a pacifist who dislikes conflict. Moreover, he is filled with a love that seems to embody the mysteries of this world. The royal guards who serve such a master cannot possibly engage in conflict.

I had never imagined that the child raised to be the successor of a bakery would become a knight wielding a sword, but I had no regrets about my current life.

The happiness of being able to breathe by the side of the person I wanted to protect.

What else could this be but happiness? However, the days I believed would continue forever came to an abrupt end one day.

There are ten guards assigned to the High Priestess. They work in shifts of three, and even on their days off, they are scheduled to work every three days. On the day after their day off, several holy knights crowded into Milliardo’s room.

I am pushed back and told not to step out of the room. Listening to the commotion in the hallway, it seems similar exchanges are happening in other rooms as well.

The holy knight who came to Milliardo, who had asked for an explanation, coldly informed him.

The fact that the Grand Saint died from poison, and that the Imperial Guard is under suspicion.

At first, I didn’t take it seriously, thinking, “What nonsense are you talking about?”

There’s no way anyone would even think about killing such a wonderful Grand Saint. Even if there were, the current Grand Saint, who is said to be the best of all time, wouldn’t die from something as trivial as poison. And there’s no way it could be someone within the Imperial Guard.

There wasn’t a single element that could be trusted.

It’s not just intuition. It’s something obvious, something that goes without saying.

However, Milliardo was placed under house arrest in his room for nearly a year and was occasionally interrogated.

In the midst of such a life, I realized that the High Priestess had truly passed away. The atmosphere in the temple felt different as I moved from my room to the interrogation room. The once pure air now felt somehow stagnant. A dark, damp heaviness surrounded the temple.

I felt that she was gone, and I was driven almost to madness by my own inadequacy.

Did she suffer? Did she scream and cry?

I have seen a rat that was poisoned and died. It had a look of agony on its face, vomited bl00d, and rolled on the floor. Did she collapse on the floor in the same way?

The mouse and her figure overlap, and she clutches her head and groans.

Why was I off duty at such an important time? If I had been there, I might have been able to do something. I felt powerless and insignificant, unable to even protect something so precious.

And then, I realized that those radiant, happy days would never return.

I can’t sleep well at night due to the overwhelming regret and emptiness that feels like tearing at my chest.

The duty that day was with Irida and Ansoji. Would they know the situation better than I do? By knowing, could I be of some help, even a little?

I was captivated by a sudden thought that came to me.

I felt that there was no longer any meaning to living except for that.

I’ll kill the person who killed the High Priestess.

Find them, chase them to the ends of the earth. I want to torment them and kill them slowly.

While I was brooding, I was suddenly declared exiled and was thrown out with my belongings packed into a small bag.

If you listen to the explanation, it says that Rensol escaped from his room and desecrated the tomb of the Great Saint.

I felt like I could hear the sound of the bl00d boiling in my head.