The Oblivious Saint Can't Contain Her Power: Forget My Sister! Turns Out I Was the Real Saint All Along! Volume 3 [Parts 1 to 5] by Almond

Author:Almond
Language: eng
Format: epub

(Prince Gilbert)

As preparations for the Faith Council’s establishment edged ever closer to fruition, my illegal trespass into the heart of Celestia via Teodore’s teleportation magic was just beginning. (Though it must be said that my entry was illegal only in the most pedantic of senses—King Phillips was aware of my presence and had sanctioned my clandestine arrival himself.)

Discretion was, however, paramount. In investigating the dubious dealings of an archbishop, there would be no better way to alert him and ruin everything than by parading the first prince of Malcosias across national borders. Now that I was safely ensconced within the secluded confines of one of the king’s estates, I was devoting myself to the scrutiny of a voluminous stack of documents.

Ah, I sighed. This is what I get for relying on the Pyreborn to get the job done. This multitudinous legion of documents was not one born of necessity, but rather the result of those thick-skilled, muscle-for-brain knights lacking anything close to finesse or discernment. A good half of this so-called intelligence was absolute junk. Under normal circumstances, I would delegate the tedious task of summarizing and sifting through these reports to a subordinate, but alas, the competence required was beyond any of my available attendants. Besides, these men were here to do battle with mana-beasts; this espionage business was merely a sideshow to them.

But alas, I suppose I should just take this opportunity to be honest and admit to myself that the reason I was doing this myself was because these were not my men, but Edward’s. The mere thought of stretching too thin the soldiers under his command—and facing his resultant displeasure—was enough to make me shudder.

My shivers were not literal, of course, but the image of his stern, unamused expression was enough to coax a soft chuckle from me. I languidly reached for the next document in the pile, once again not expecting to find anything of use, but my eyes caught upon some altogether unexpected words.

“Hm? The untimely demise of Saint Claudia?”

A peculiar sensation stirred in my gut as I pored over the rest of the parchment. ‘The Saint was a paragon of piety who rejected a royal courtship to serve the church’...‘commemorated annually through a memorial service’...‘loved and respected by the people’... The document offered nothing but laudatory epithets; the actual circumstances of her death were suspiciously sparse. A nagging feeling that something was amiss compelled me to read on.

Admittedly, I knew very little about Celestian culture and the reasons behind their reverence of their Saints. I understood only that they did revere them—almost suffocatingly so. Celestia handled the Saints with kid gloves, kept them captive in gilded cages like exquisite songbirds, and trotted them out for display only on the most necessary occasions. Consequently, most Saints passed from old age or the ailments that came with it. While it was true that a Saint suffering an early death wasn’t exactly unheard of...

“But at twenty-nine years of age?”

The records made no mention of disease or frailty; on the contrary, they spoke of her vigorous health.

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