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Episode 85

It is said that the purification ceremony takes place in a small way in Mut’s room.

There were only a few priests and me in the room. The casting in question was also placed in a box on the bedside table.

Now, as soon as Saint Reelia arrives, the ceremony will begin as soon as possible.

Just at the appointed time, Reelia entered Mut’s room.

‘oh…’

Even though she is a saint, she dresses like any other goddess. She is wearing a white-based robe and veil with side slits. However, because they are wearing the same clothes, their outstanding appearance shines even more.

Her curly silver-gray hair, holy-looking features, and slightly slanted eyes matched the image of a saint.

The saintess who entered the room smiled slightly, bowed her head in greeting, and then immediately turned to Mutt, who was lying on the bed.

“I have heard the situation, First Priest. I would like to start the purification ritual right away. Would that be okay?”

“Please, Saint Leelia.”

Instead of the chair prepared next to the bed, the saint knelt on the floor. And then he put his hands together and clasped them.

“Goddess.”

The saint said that and began to recite a prayer. I have often heard prayers during ceremonies, etc., but the saint’s prayer felt special.

Is this a ritual of purification?

The priests next to me are focused on the praying saint or Mut lying on his sick bed. But I was looking in a slightly different direction.

It is light. A light large enough to easily devour a kneeling saint. The divine power radiating from the saint was large enough to far overwhelm any minor curse.

Even though it looks like that, it is a top-class cursed doll. It was something that would cover a year’s worth of living expenses for a commoner. If it weren’t for the information network of the Roberts Company, we wouldn’t have been able to save it at all.

The priests on both sides eventually began to shed tears with their hands clasped together. It seems that the excitement of witnessing the saint’s miracles in person was so great.

I too was amazed. In a completely different sense from them.

‘This might be…’

Black magic emanating from Mystilia. It is a magical power that is in no way inferior to that.

I guess the name ‘saint’ is pretentious. It might be okay to expect this.

The saint’s divine power completely enveloped the box containing the cursed doll. The black magic power that was trying to flow out as if in defiance gradually weakened under the overwhelming power gap.

Proportionally, Mut’s face was gradually regaining vitality. Mutt himself is probably the one who feels the effects best.

It seems that the purification ritual is now in its final stages. The divine power is gradually being withdrawn. The black magic seemed to have completely disappeared and was not visible at all.

“This is done. Are you feeling more comfortable?”

“Thank you, Leelia. As expected, it’s amazing.”

“Hehe, that’s too much praise. I just do the goddess’s will.”

The saint approached the box placed by the bed. He took out the local doll, which had now become an ordinary object as the curse had disappeared, and looked at it and smiled.

Did you really see me? For a moment, I felt as if I had been hit in the eye.

But maybe it’s just my mood. When Mut spoke again, the saintess turned her head again as if nothing had happened.

After the ceremony was over, I spoke to the saint who was about to leave with the priests who had attended.

“Wait a moment, saint.”

“Yes?”

“Can you give me a moment? I want to talk to you.”

“The princess? With me?”

If you look closely, your eyes are light blue. The drooped eyes give a fairly gentle impression.

“Yes. It’s an important story.”

The saint nodded obediently and answered.

“I understand. Willingly.”

* * *

“Delicious! It’s so delicious~!”

Words of honest and lively admiration that are difficult to hear in the royal family, which always has an elegant atmosphere. Flapping her invisible wings, Saint Reelia shoved the cake sprinkled with sugar like snow into her mouth again.

“Ah, this is it, this! The taste of luxurious desserts that cannot be tasted in poor monasteries! Ah, sweetness! Thank you, goddess! Sarpina! And Your Majesty the Great King!”

Riellia seemed to have forgotten that she was in front of a princess, and was expressing her delicious taste with her whole body. That image somehow reminded me of the word starving high school girl.

The impression is really different from before. I never thought there would be such a difference between on/off…

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ll ask you to give me as much more as you want, so eat it slowly.”

“Haaa…”

Riellia looked ecstatic while holding a fork covered in cream. Isn’t this something that can be easily accommodated by just providing unlimited cake?

But Leelia put down her fork with a solemn expression. Although regret was still dripping from his face.

“Kehum, no, eating is fine, but you said you had something to say to me, right? I guess I’ll have to listen to that sometime soon. Besides, I thought that if I ate more, I would feel sadder on the way back.”

Looks like he wasn’t just a cake monster. A little of his dignified appearance from before has returned. It’s about 10% though.

So, shall we leave aside the topic of roasting and boiling sweet foods and get to the point?

“I enjoyed the purification ritual earlier. Isn’t it amazing?”

“Hehehe, even though she is like this, she is still a saint.”

Reelia stretched out her chest like a baby bird puffing out its breast feathers. Even so, what came out wasn’t that great.

“So… Lielia. To what extent can you purify the curse with your divine power? If we take the curse that was placed on Mutt today as the standard.”

“I guess you are very interested in curses?”

A word thrown out as if chatting. Leelia’s expression and tone of voice remain off.

But even with such an innocent attitude, the question somehow felt very embarrassing to me.

I answered honestly.

“Yes. Actually, I know someone who was cursed. He is a very important person to me… and I really want to do that.”

“Huh? Not the princess herself?”

I looked at Leelia with surprised eyes. Leelia just tilted her head when she saw my reaction.

“Yes?”

“Uh… isn’t it? I can feel the presence of a curse even from the princess.”

“Sign of curse…? Is it possible to know something like that? Is there a curse on me…?”

“No, um… it’s just intuition rather than any special ability. A saint’s intuition. The princess somehow smells evil. Oh, oops, you know I’m not saying it actually smells, right?”

As I listened to Leelia’s voice, I was dazed for a moment.

Is there a curse on me too? No, there is no sign of any magical power from me. If something like that had been caught, it would have been visible long ago.

No… no.

That cannot necessarily be said to be the case.

I have already witnessed the curse several times. That’s why I know.

The only time magical power is revealed from a curse is when the curse occurs. If I had been cursed before I had magic vision, or in a place unseen to me, that possibility could not be denied.

I said to Leelia, who was trying to put the whole muffin in her mouth.

“If there is a curse placed on me without my knowledge… can you lift it?”

Leelia answered, putting down the muffin with a regretful look in her eyes.

“Um, I don’t know? It may vary depending on the case. I don’t know if you know, but in the purification ritual, the first step is to identify something that the curse is mediating. In this case, like that doll. Otherwise, Hae Joo can’t do it.”

After finishing speaking, Leelia quickly threw a muffin into her mouth. The sight of the saintess with her cheeks puffed out and her mouth mumbling was very cute, but I was not in a state where I could concentrate on that.

I was thinking of the witch I had seen in my dream. A witch from the distant past who has no connection with me. Wasn’t it because of a curse that I encountered such a being?

No, let’s calm down. There is nothing wrong with my body now. What Leelia says has not been proven to be completely true.

Let’s not forget the original purpose. I’m only talking about lifting Mystilia’s curse.

“I understand. Well then, let’s go back to the first story. Saint Leelia, to what extent can you remove a curse?”

“Hmm… To what extent… Oh, you were asking me to compare it to that unpleasant doll you unlocked today, right? Hmm… I guess it would be worth trying to get it to roughly 10 times that amount? I’ve never encountered a curse that I couldn’t lift with my divine power.”

I could sense unwavering confidence in Leelia’s words. So much so that I thought that perhaps Mystilia might actually be lifted in vain.

After trying and failing to throw a butter cookie into her mouth by just flicking her thumb, Leelia spoke.

“But the important person under that curse is… Queen Carmel?”

A voice still defenseless. But this time too, the question somehow felt like it was touching my heart directly.

I answered in a calm voice.

“Why do you think that?”

“It’s difficult to ask that… It’s just a saint’s intuition. Umm… I don’t know if I can say it, but you were the princess who put the curse on Mutt, right?”

After saying that, Leelia took a bite of the butter cookie thrown in the air.