Melkiade took me to the drawing room, as if the story was going to be prolonged. There is a strawberry cake in front of me.
While eating hard, Melkiade asked back in a ridiculous tone.
âWhy do you need a name?â
It is my spokesman Luciana, who answered Melkiadeâs question.
âThere is a ceremony to put your name on the godâs enemy, meaning that you will return to the arms of God before you leave the church following His Majesty Melkiade.â Iâd like you to give me the name of your choice, I want you to give me a name.
I shook my head violently in agreement.
âIsnât there originally a name?â
Luciana shut her mouth with a troubled look. Is that what youâre reluctant to say?
Instead of the unlucky Luciana, I stepped up.
âActually I donât have a name!â
I said it with a smile on purpose, but the atmosphere got very cold.
Pft, I thought this would happen, so I purposely laughed.
ââŠwhat do you mean by no name?â
Melkiade asked back, âMaybe itâs my first time hearing it.â His sense of hypocrisy shook me as well.
Luciana, who received a sharp look, crouched down.
âExplain it properly.â
Lucianaâs shoulders flinched.
Itâs not even Lucianaâs fault. Why are you talking to Luciana like that?
âItâs all right. Ah. You can say it, Lucy.
I hugged Luciana and nodded, and Luciana opened her mouth, hesitating.
âShe donât have an official name,â she said.
I grinned as I watched Melkiadeâs usual eyes to see if that made sense.
âThatâs right, because I was born in Cabella Binh Minchon!â
The expression faded from Melkiadeâs face. Kalian, who is behind Melkiade, who had no idea what he is thinking, is openly amazed.
Their eyes were on me at the same time.
Why are they so surprised?
Because the saintess of the Church was born in the worldâs most hideous slum? OrâŠ.
âIs it because you casually confided in the Vatican secrets they were trying to hide?
âEveryoneâs been calling me a kid, or there, girl, the same thing.â
And ever since I entered the temple, I have been called Yeha.
âSo I donât have a name!â
I couldnât have said this myself, but I felt sorry for him.
No, Priscilla was pathetic.
I know Priscilla is Priscilla, but she originally had no name.
A powerless child born and abandoned as an orphan whose parents did not know, and raised in the hands of a farmer and sold for a bottle of medicine.
A young child, whose name, writing, and world is unknown, lived without even being able to bring up memories of her previous life, and celebrated the day at the age of six.
The day of miracles and becoming saints.
âIâm the saint now.â
I could feel the full divine force flowing through my fingertips. I became the main character of the story that I used to read only in novels.
I was surprised to be able to use divine power when I thought I happened to come into Priscillaâs body.
Or I can use divine power because I took this body?
âWhat is the gift that this body received from God?â
All the saintess said that they would receive gifts from God at the moment of awakening.
As far as I know, the blessing Priscilla gotts was the âmemory of her pastâ
There was a lot I didnât know about my body yet.
âThe information regarding Yehaâs origins is confidential. Iâm telling you this because she wanted to get her name from your Majesty even if she disclosed her secret to you.
Cried Luciana, nodding her head at the right words.
âDaddy, give me a name!â
The name that father give me! Itâs the best!
It will be named after the name I know anyway, but I wanted to get it through my favorite.
He gave a different look.
âDaddy, donât you like it?â
Carefully, I grabbed Melkiadeâs sleeve and wept.
I really want to have a name that my dad gave me.
A deep, mysterious eye gazed at me. After a long time he opened his mouth.
Melkiade is silent in the drawing room left alone after the child had left.
The warmth left by the child, who was embracing him with a bright smile, remained like a brand at the fingertips.
âThe saucy little girl. â 1
The expression of the brash child turned into a crybaby and it is so annoying.
Who dares think that a saintess doesnât have a name?
Anyone born in the world has a name. What is the point of not having such a basic thing?
Melkiadeâs eyes sank darkly.
He thought that all that a little girl could be so bright is because the Vatican did everything they could for her.
âWas it all a misunderstanding?
At Melkiadeâs call, Kalian, who was quietly sitting on one side of the wall, knelt on one knee.
âHowâs the progress of the temple investigation?â
âItâs almost over. It will be finished by tomorrow. We had more time than we expected, so we didnât have a problem with the investigation.â
âWhat about the one weâve been looking for?â
Melkiade laughed at Kalianâs answer.
âThey must have moved it somewhere else. â
The reason why he came to the Vatican himself.
It was because of âsomethingâ the Vatican was secretly hiding.
âI thought this place would have its property, where did they take it?â
There was nowhere to guess.
Was it a waste after all?
ââŠ.What is Valentino doing?â
âThe Duke of Leavenhook seems to be in contact with the majority of the Vaticanâs personnel. I donât know ifâŠ.â
âMaybe he wanted to be the father of the saintess. â
Itâs an obvious ambition.
If you use the temple, you will be able to consolidate your position.
âIn the end, the rumor that the Senate and the Pope have joined hands was not a rumor.
The cooperation of two beings to monitor and check each other. It was a bad new issue.
âTell Akilo. Strengthen your intuition about the two.
Kalian looked at Melkiade with a vote to ask him something.
âWhat are you afraid of Duke of Leavenhook?â
Melkiade put a languid smile on his chin.
Already guessing whether the Duke of Leavenhook, Valentino, had obtained the run-off cooperation from the Senate and the Pope in return for nothing.
The Northern Empire itself.
He didnât go up because he wanted to, but even if he came down a lot, he didnât have any regrets.
I wanted to throw what I wanted so badly.
âI didnât mean to throw it once and see what you were going to doâŠ.â
Still, one thing was clear in this country, even though it doesnât matter what happensâŠ
I donât want to hand over that cheeky little girl.
âHave youâŠ. have you ever named someone?
âTo a dog or horse that I used to raiseâŠâ
Such a common practice that everyone does once, but Melkiade has never given anyone a name by hand.
But he know enough about what the name means. Itâs a problem because he just knew enough.
âWhat name suits her?â
In fact, even he couldnât understand why he stood up to give her a name.
âIs it just for pity?â
Maybe he couldnât turn a blind eye to the look she was giving.
âOr just interested.â
Melkiade rose from his seat, disdaining his behavior with the simple words of impulse.
âI need to go somewhere.â
Three days have already passed since Melkiade said he would name me.
Three days. Yeah, three days passed.
âNo, heâs too long! â
As I shook my head and screamed, Luciana shook her head.
âMaybe your Majesty has not decided yet. â
âAaaaaaah! Luciana. What the hell is going on here? Huh?â
Holding Lucianaâs arm, she stamped her foot.
âI canât put off my consciousness any longer! We have to leave in a week now! He have to give me a name for my new identity tomorrow right now!â
âSo itâs better to get your name from the Holy Pope as usual. â
Get a name from the Popeâs old man!
âI donât like that! Nameâs precious! Donât you know?â
âHahahaha. Is he tricking me because he doesnât want to name me?â
âI donât think so.â
âThatâs right? Hahahaha. I thought he would name me right away. â
ââŠ.What do you think of your Majesty?â
âWhat do you mean, Dad?â
I knew everything because itâs my favorite.
It was also Melkiadeâs strength to keep his promise in vain.
I poked Luciana in the ribs for no reason.
âLucy, did you hear anything from Kalian?â
âI talked to him once, but he didnât say anything.
âDonât tell me he forgot to name me!â
I canât believe it, but I didnât know what would happen in life.
âI canât. Letâs go. â
In the end, I couldnât stand it and got up.
âLetâs go and ask! When is he going to give me a name? Iâm not cut out for sitting still and waiting!â
Why donât you ask me if Iâm alone? The fists were firmly clenched.
âCome on, letâs go!â
I took the lead in opening the door wide.
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Beyond the gate the corridor is supposed to be visible stood Pope Raphael, smiling.
I closed the door as it is.