The Great Saint Was Called to Heaven and Became the Adopted Daughter of the Baker - Episode 1.9

“Brother-in-law, please stop. Calm down a bit!”

“How can I stay calm? Because of this idiot, do you have any idea what we’ve been through?”

No, I don’t understand that at all, but Rensol’s neck is being choked, and his face is pale. He must be unable to breathe properly.

“Ugh, that… ha… sorry…”

“Is this something that can be resolved with an apology? There’s no way I’m letting this go.”

“But, there… is no other way…”

Ally cast a calming holy spell on Milliard, who was choking him tightly.

If you have the goddess’s blessing, you can perform the spell just by wishing for it, without the need for prayers or incantations.

“Brother-in-law, please let go of my hand slowly.”

“Ah, ah… Sorry, Rensol. I got carried away.”

“Ugh, cough! No, it’s my fault too. Your anger is justified.”

If I called out quietly, my brother-in-law, looking as if he had just come to his senses, gently released his hand.

After leaning his body against the back of the sofa and coughing several times, Rensol rubbed his neck and apologized with teary eyes.

“However, to think she can even use silent incantation holy magic. Your sister is not only similar to the High Priestess in voice but also in appearance.”

“Huh? Holy magic?”

“What’s this? Still dull to the presence of magic as always? You’re sensitive to the pure air inside the Grand Shrine, but I don’t really get your senses. There’s no way your fiery spirit, known as the Red Boar, would calm down so easily.”

What is “Red Boar”? While questioning her brother-in-law’s nickname, Ally was internally flustered when she was found out in an instant. She could feel her heart sweating profusely.

Why did he notice?

The person who was cursed is completely unaware of it.

“Divine magic, Ally? Wait, did you just use it on me?”

“I can’t do something like that!”

When I shook my head side to side with a buzzing sound, my brother-in-law simply nodded and said, “Yeah, that’s right.” I’m glad he’s such a simple man.

“See, that’s not it.”

“That’s strange, I had a feeling about it. Well, whatever. Anyway, I came to consult with you, and there was a good candidate.”

The other man, who doesn’t seem so simple, apparently decided to give up on the pursuit for now. Instead, it seems he came up with something rather unsavory. He raises the corners of his mouth in a way that perfectly fits the word “smirk.”

“What are you talking about? I have no idea what you’re trying to say.”

“Shall we entrust her to the temple as a saint?”

“Huh?”

“As a saint, in the temple, you mean?”

No, no, that’s a problem.

It’s extremely troublesome.

Why do I have to go back after running away? I don’t want to get close if possible.

I refuse with all my heart, but sadly, it doesn’t reach the two of them at all.

“You still haven’t given up, huh…?”

“Of course. No matter what, we have to find the culprit. For that, could you go to the temple and tell me how the other maidens are doing?”

“Wait, are you going to have them investigate the movements of the saints?”

Milliardo stared intently at Rensol, as if surprised.

I’m curious about what you were asked to do at the temple, but what I really want to ask is something else.

“Eh, but I don’t think I could ever be a saint.”

“You are more than adequate. Your manners are flawless, and your command of the temple language is even more perfect than your brother’s. Only those blessed by the goddess can become saint from commoner backgrounds, but with you, it’s fine; I can sense some aura from you. You might be wary because you are Milliardo’s sister, but you should be able to gather some inside information. Above all, the number of saint is decreasing now, so having more hands on deck is surely welcome

“Ah, there’s the first anniversary of the Great Saint.”

“That’s right. They probably want to borrow even a cat’s paw. We’ll make them regret banishing us at this time.”

Rensol wore a sinister smile.

Beside me, Milliardo let out a sigh.

“To begin with, we were punished together because you went on a rampage.”

“You weren’t convinced either, were you? Do you really think the great saint was poisoned to death?”

Rensol, who had sharply glared at his brother-in-law, suddenly blinked repeatedly at Ally, looking puzzled.

“Are you not surprised to hear that the High Priestess was poisoned? Officially, it was reported as an accidental death from falling down the stairs.”

“Ah, um, no, well… I heard it from my brother-in-law yesterday!”

I felt like I might have blurted something like that when I was drunk, but I wonder if I really did.

After all, I clearly remember drinking the poison, so the cause of death that has been widely spread doesn’t stick. I mean, dying instantly from falling down the stairs—how embarrassing is that? How clumsy do they think the great saint is? I really want to question why people don’t find that cause of death strange.

“Hey, that’s classified information, you know? Even if you’re my sister, don’t talk about it so casually.”

“You talked about it casually too, didn’t you?”

“To get the information, it would be better to reveal it. You definitely weren’t thinking about anything!”

“Well, it’s because Ally is such a good listener that I accidentally let it slip. Anyway, it’s the same since I was going to reveal it either way. More importantly, don’t put your own actions on the back burner. Even if you had doubts about the poisoning, did you really think it was okay to desecrate the Great Saint’s grave? Did you not consider it a blasphemy against the goddess? I doubted your sanity when I heard about it.”

“Wait, you desecrated the Great Saint’s grave?!”

What have you done?

If the wheat sack is found by mistake, they’ll find out I’m alive.

In my impatience, my voice unintentionally turned into an accusatory tone.

Why did he take such actions in the first place? Could it be that he doubts the existence of the Great Saint?

“I see. So, I thought you were making Ali dig the grave because you couldn’t do it yourself… Ally, you should say more. If you tell him in your voice, he’ll cool down.”

“Seriously, stop it. When you say that, I feel like dying.”

“Right? Ali’s voice is just like the High Priestess’s.”

“Well, but think about it. A great saint who can perform so many miracles was poisoned. It’s hard to believe. If she had been caught off guard and stabbed in the heart, that would be understandable. That’s why I wanted to examine the body. I want to determine the cause of death.”

I see. It seems they think she is dead, but they can’t accept that the Great Saint died so easily from poison.

As expected of Rensol. They really understand. In reality, Ally didn’t die from the poison. They just pretended to be dead to escape.

However, they probably can’t even imagine that Ally has grown tired of the High Priestess.

“But in the end, you got caught digging up the grave and didn’t even get to pray over the coffin. And now, because of collective responsibility, all of us, the Holy Maiden’s guards, are getting exiled. It’s enough to make anyone resentful.”

“Wait, is that everyone?”

“Yeah, it’s strange, isn’t it? When the Great Saint passed away, we weren’t even allowed to get close. We didn’t even see her body. We were forbidden from attending the funeral and were confined to our rooms. That went on for about a year, and just when we were finally let out, this guy goes on a rampage, and now we’re being exiled. They probably think one of us was the one who actually killed the Great Saint.”