Episode 05: I seem to have been possessed in a novel.
There was no reason for Muriel to be afraid of a Court Wizard. Someone who didn’t know his identity would instead feel grateful that he was healing their wounds. Muriel was only scared that he might have noticed her fear.
If Kaiton, like an animal, had smelled Muriel’s fear, what would happen to her? Would he leave the only person in the world who knew who the Demon King Ur truly was alone?
Muriel peeked a glance at Kaiton’s face and tried to figure out what he was thinking, but was met with no answers.
“What did you just do? It doesn’t seem like it was some simple treatment.”
Muriel didn’t expect Kaiton to obediently answer her. She wasn’t that stupid.
But she couldn’t stand it without asking. She tightly bit her lips, afraid she might impulsively ask questions she shouldn’t, like ‘Do you know that I’m not from this world? What would you do if I knew that you’re Ur?’
“I checked your Pacio. Since we can’t use the Unet, that’s the only way left, isn’t it?”
Lies.
Did Kaiton also feel this way when Muriel had obviously lied about not being nervous? Muriel glared at him with hawk-like eyes.
“Don’t you believe me?”
Kaiton smirked. It was closer to a mocking sneer, actually, as if saying ‘So what if you don’t believe me?’
He had undoubtedly overlapped magic spells to confirm something. Different types of magic could easily conflict with one another, making it hard to overlap multiple spells at the same time, but Kaiton was a genius. It seemed like nothing was impossible for him. Wasn’t he the monstrous magician who was the first in the kingdom’s history to use all four official and unofficial five elemental magics? (Under the guise of Kai Crawford, he denied the use of black magic. Officially, that is.)
However, it would be impossible for Muriel, a novice at magic, to uncover the evidence. To avoid giving him any more entertainment, which he seemed to gain by bullying other people, Muriel turned her head away.
After finishing his task, Kaiton returned to his seat, his robe fluttering. He passed by Muriel, the hem of his robe brushing against her dress.
Damn it, the wounds he had healed were perfectly fine. He hurt her pride, only to show off by healing her.
Muriel was upset. Even if the entire kingdom insulted and ignored her, it didn’t bother her. However, it hurt her deeply when Kaiton mocked her. Kaiton undoubtedly had talent not only in magic but also in mockery.
Kaiton also held Rovelia’s hand and confirmed her Pacio. Seeing that Kaiton’s expression winced, Muriel’s prediction was right; Pacio alone couldn’t confirm who the Saint was.
“So? Who is it? Who is the Saint of the Oracle?”
Nicholas Neville couldn’t contain himself and asked impatiently.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean? It must be the young lady with exceptional Pacio. She’ll be the saint who’ll save the kingdom with her overflowing Pacio, with the help of Sharan’s eyes!”
“None of the two young ladies have Pacio worthy of being called a saint.”
“Both of them? No, that can’t be! The Oracle is authentic. Did you check it properly?”
“If your holiness wishes, you can confirm it yourself. It may be troublesome to find a new Unet, but it is not impossible, is it?”
The Unet that the High Priest had broken was the largest and most accurate Unet in the kingdom. Finding a suitable replacement Unet was not an easy task.
Kaiton was being sarcastic knowing that, but the High Priest was in such disbelief that he didn’t recognize it.
“Although, there was indeed something impressive about Miss Muriel’s Pacio.”
“Is that so? Where? How? Please don’t beat around the bush and explain properly.”
Kaiton twisted the corners of his mouth in a malicious way. He was clearly gloating at Muriel. Despite knowing her Pacio was infinitely regenerating, Muriel couldn’t help but feel angry at his sneer.
Every time his sensual lips drew that mischievous smile, something stirred deep inside her heart.
Muriel didn’t know exactly what name to give to that emotion, but it was clear that anger and fear were mixed within it.
“It seems like her Pacio would disappear with just one Level 3 spell.”
“Oh my…!”
Nicholas Neville, taken back by the shockingly inadequate amount of Pacio, held his head and staggered.
“Is it really that weak…?”
The nobles who were focused on their conversation also showed surprised reactions.
“Is it even possible for a person to be born with such a small amount of Pacio?”
“If that’s the case, isn’t it difficult to live your life by just playing, eating, and breathing?”
“Muriel was famous for her lack of magical ability since the academy. It’s not surprising.”
Muriel looked at the people who treated her as if she didn’t exist and gossiped about her even though she was right in front of them with a fierce gaze, but it was only for a moment.
Like she didn’t care about what they said, she let out a small sigh and paid no attention to their words.
While Kaiton observed her behavior, Nicholas clasped the hem of his robe.
“What about Dachini… What about Miss Dachini? Then is lady Rovelia Dachini the chosen one of the Oracle? One of them must be the Saint of the Oracle!”
Nicholas Neville, despite being in his late thirties, always looked like a boy, but at this moment, he seemed much older than his age. The madness in his eyes and the creases of his wrinkles seemed to age him by 10 years.
“Miss Dachini was slightly better, but it was at a very similar level. Even if she became a saint, she’d have to retire right away.”
“That… that can’t be true…”
“Well… considering that retirement for the Saints means death, it would be a very morbid debut.”
Indeed, Kaiton didn’t seem to have little intention of hiding his true identity. Muriel thought Sharan would be furious after hearing his blasphemous words, but Sharan surprisingly remained calm.
In fact, Sharan didn’t care at all who became the saint. It didn’t matter to him even if the position of the Saint remained empty forever. He rather liked the idea of being the sole person with eyes that could watch over the whole kingdom. It would make his status and existence even more special.
“So we have a saint who neither has any extraordinary powers of prophecy nor a decent amount of Pacio? They will surely become the most special saint in history.”
Many people who had been filled with anticipation were startled by Sharan’s words. Especially Nicholas Neville, who still couldn’t let go of his expectations. His belief that the saint of the Oracle would revive the declining position of the temple remained unchanged.
“S-Sharan, that’s not true. The Oracle left behind by the last saint is certain. I can guarantee that. The saint who will appear this time will surely have a special power. Isn’t it evident from their ages alone, so different from the previous state?”
“The saint who left the Oracle is already dead, and the main characters of the Oracle are in this state. Isn’t it only right to think the Oracle might’ve been wrong?”
“That’s absolutely impossible. The saint who left this Oracle predicted everything correctly until the day she died. This is a fact. She couldn’t have been wrong. Among them, there is definitely a hero who will save Sharan.”
Nicholas seemed to have something more to say, as his mouth blabbered like a goldfish, but he soon sealed his lips shut at seeing Sharan’s expression.
“We’ll see about that… Crawford.”
“Yes, Sharan.”
“Take charge of finding the saint.”
“S-Sharan! The saint is under the jurisdiction of the temple. It is not a matter that the court magician should handle…”
“Enough, Neville. Don’t forget that your powers should only be used for the sake of the holy saint and the kingdom. It’s troublesome to waste your powers on finding a worthless saint.”
“But…”
“Are you still stubbornly insisting on wasting the king’s powers as you please?”
Sharan, the guardian of the kingdom and the owner of everything that the loyalists give to him, never doubted that the powers Nicholas Neville received from the heavens through his hard work and devotion belonged to him.
“Oh, no, of course not.”
Nicholas bowed deeply. In any case, the important thing was for the saint to be on his side, so he could compromise on who finds the saint as long as she was found.
“Sharan.”
As Sharan stood up from the throne, a soft voice caught his attention. It was August Eklum, a man with dark skin, who looked like he liked to play in the sun. He was the most famous playboy in the kingdom and always ranked first in the secret popularity voting contest held every year, surpassing Sharan.
“What’s this? Lord Eklum.”
“I wish to help the two young ladies adjust to life in the palace. May I have your permission?”
“You personally? Why?”
“I am a fellow alumni who studied together with the two ladies at the academy. I thought it was only right that I help, considering my fellow alumni have become the stars of the Oracle.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
Sharan burst into laughter. He chuckled, his shoulders shaking. Despite the obvious sarcasm, August stood upright without a change in expression, showing no signs of nervousness or shame. He simply waited patiently for the king’s permission.
“I see. Lord Pendragon, what about your family? Are there no volunteers among your followers that are going to offer to help the saints? The only opportunity is now, so speak up.”
“I apologize, but it seems difficult for us to step forward to help the saint and temple due to dealing with the already living calamities in the kingdom. Please understand us with your generosity.”
Although the words were composed and very polite, Pendragons’ statement was essentially no different from saying they had no time to waste and were busy dealing with real problems. Sharan’s face quickly turned cold.
“I see. Pendragon seems to be preoccupied with protecting the kingdom, so we should leave the task of assisting the Saints to Eklum. Eklum’s heir is allowed to help Crawford to confirm the Oracle.”
Sharan then left, leaving the banquet hall disarrayed. Nevertheless, August kept his head bowed towards the empty throne.
August was rumored to be a carefree man and the subject of many rumors, but Muriel knew how sincere and dedicated he actually was.
He was the first victim to fall after Muriel turned dark in the novel.
It was a pity that the only person the so-called playboy innocently devoted himself to was Muriel, who was a person who never shed any blood or tears.
August was dragged around by Muriel without realizing that he was being used, and in the end, was eventually executed by Sharan after covering for Muriel’s evil deeds.
That was the first time the three pillars that firmly supported Sharan were shaken.
“Please take care of me, Muriel.”
August smiled coolly and extended his hand to Muriel.
“Indeed.”
Muriel did not shake August’s hand. However, August still wore a nonchalant smile and did not show any signs of displeasure.
Muriel would not let this novel unfold as scheduled. So it was better to keep a suitable distance from August.
Lmao enter Muriel and Rovelia, the shittiest candidates for saint in history.
Ay this is DIFFERENT!!! Im tired of the same Mary Sue archetypes that authors just love reusing to death. Hopefully it won’t follow the same obvious trajectory of most stories
Many thanks translator, you did an amazing job!!