The Oblivious Saint Can't Contain Her Power: Forget My Sister! Turns Out I Was the Real Saint All Along! Volume 2 [Parts 1 to 8] by Almond

Author:Almond
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter Three

The rest of the day did little to clear up the uncertainties clouding my heart, and my uneasiness lingered as I rose the next day to visit the local church. This had been the day recommended by Count Kissinger if we were to have a chance of speaking with the High Pontiff himself.

The church, aside from the grand cross dominating the nave, was a space of pure white, so pristine it seemed almost fantastical in nature. Given the distance of this parish from the capital, it wasn’t a large church, but it teemed with worshippers nonetheless. The faithful sat in the pews, immersed in prayer, their expressions serene.

As Prince Edward and I entered, the pastor approached us, his voice hushed to respect the tranquil atmosphere. “Prince Edward. Princess Carolina. This way to the magical examination room, if you would please follow me.”

We trailed behind him as he led us to a chamber separate from the main nave. The room was modest, befitting a place of worship, furnished only with a simple wooden desk, a guest area, and shelves lined with holy scriptures and various church documents.

“I’ll prepare some tea. Please, make yourselves comfortable,” the pastor offered, turning back to the way we had come.

Lord Teodore, who had accompanied us, interjected with a congenial smile. “No, that’s quite all right, Father. We are here solely for Carolina’s examination. After that, we’ll take our leave.”

The pastor, acknowledging Lord Teodore’s words, paused and nodded before turning his attention to a specific section of the shelves.

This was another unusual move from Lord Teodore. Normally, he would’ve thanked the pastor and graciously accepted his hospitality. What made his impatience seem even more unwarranted was that we weren’t short on time—we had nothing else on our fixed itinerary for the day. Even now, as he sat on the sofa, his finger rhythmically tapped against his leg, betraying a sense of urgency. It was evident something was amiss, but the reason for his tenseness remained elusive.

I leaned towards Prince Edward and whispered in his ear, “Your Highness, don’t you think Lord Teodore has been acting strangely? He’s been restless—far too restless.”

Prince Edward whispered back, “You think so too? Indeed, it is strange, as if he’s not himself. But it doesn’t seem as if he’s charmed under the arcane sway of someone else, either.”

“Then could it really just be exhaustion catching up with him?”

“It’s possible,” he responded thoughtfully. “He has been buried in paperwork lately. I’ll ensure he gets some time off soon.”

Concluding our quiet discussion with a mutual nod, we agreed that a break might be just what Lord Teodore needed. A few days of rest could work wonders, but that would have to wait until our summer retreat had concluded.

Meanwhile, the pastor’s hand paused on a particular section of shelving; it seemed he found what he’d been looking for. “Ah, here it is: the magical instrument used for assessing magical proficiency. Princess Carolina, are you ready?”

“Yes, Father,” I replied, straightening myself.

The pastor retrieved a white book from the shelf and set it on the table as he sat across from us.

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