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[How could the three great families borrow God’s power, then lock God away?
This could be realized through the cooperation of God’s cherished Saintess.
She could be regarded as the true ‘Saintess’, who could hear God’s voice, follow it, and share his power.
The one who could open the ruin where God is sealed is one of the Saintess’ lineage.]
The Saintess inside the picture looked so pitiful.
Dressed in robes made of straw mat, she stood barefoot on the altar.
Even so, the elegant smile she wore, that warmth inside the picture could be transmitted clearly.
I’m sure the Saintess here isn’t the one named by the current holy city.
Needless to say, unlike the relationship between the people in the picture, the current Dukes of the Empire and the Saintess of the holy city did not have any contact points.
They might keep each other in check, though.
And most of all, my instinct was telling me firmly.
“If it doesn’t work, should I ask Bertin to do it?”
Asking him to let me meet the Saintess?
It might be possible for him, the promising paladin, but surely it wouldn’t be an easy task to him.
I’ve found a clue so far, so it would be a waste to just throw it away.
However, it was troubling to dig in deeper.
Should I wait for the dream again?
It felt like the dream, which I didn’t know the cause of, was pushing me to run on a single road and reach my destination.
I wasn’t really pleased with it.
* * *
My instinct that told me I would dream again didn’t let me down.
On the night of the third dream, another new figure appeared.
The moment I saw the face of the young boy with chubby cheeks, I unknowingly gasped.
He was younger than my memories of him, but I was sure he was Trevor Beryl.
He, who at a glance looked younger than ten, was grumbling.
“Why do I have to go to this far place? I’m sure there are a lot of abbeys near the capital.”
The boy kicked the shin of the woman next to him with a sulky face.
The middle aged woman bit her lips, trying to hold in a scream.
“Are we there yet?”
“Soon, we’ll—”
“Why is this damned carriage rattling so much?!”
It was really shocking.
Rany’s expression of him ‘changing much’ was rather lacking.
He, who I knew of, completely looked like a different person.
I felt nauseated as the face of the pale rigid corpse kept overlapping.
When I turned my head, I realized that the road was somewhat familiar.
The trace of the carriage wheels was left on the unpaved road as though people hardly walked there.
A steep rocky hill was visible on the side of the road.
This looks very similar to the place where Mikel was running away.
I couldn’t be sure because back then it was dark at night and now it was noon, but this was pretty familiar.
The young Trevor opened his mouth when the carriage reached what appeared to be the point where the man who was climbing the hill had fallen.
“If I go there, will His Excellency the Duke—”
Did he say the Duke?
When I blinked my eyes, the scenes of the dream began to shake.
As if the screen in front of my eyes was torn and folded, it was broken into pieces and disappeared.
Surprised by a completely different development, my consciousness was sucked into somewhere.
“Wake up.”
As soon as I opened my eyes to the strong will in the low voice, I felt someone holding my shoulders strongly.
As my sight returned, what I saw was a familiar face.
“Zen?”
The eyes looking at me were blazing.
Confused, I got up and frowned at the stinging pain.
He slowly took off his hands that were clasping my shoulders.
“You surprised me. What’s wrong?”
“. . .”
His gaze stayed on me.
Massaging my stinging shoulder, I looked around.
There was soil scattered on the floor.
“Huh?”
As I looked down out of confusion, I saw the flower pot that turned into pieces and green sprout with its roots on display.
I immediately gasped and reached out, but Zen caught my hands.
“If you’re going to come, then come quietly. Why did you break the flowerpot?!”
Jeremy would go crazy if something happens to her.
I tried to reach out again, but the guy, who stopped me, didn’t even budge.
“Since when have you left that pot next to you?”
“Why?”
It pricked my conscience.
As it was me, who left her be since I couldn’t win against my curiosity about the next dream even though I knew there was something wrong with Adel.
Feigning ignorance, I asked.
“Was there anything wrong?”
“Is there no problem with you?”
I averted my eyes at the question that returned back.
It seemed like he noticed something, but I didn’t know what he saw to ask that.
If I only spoke in my sleep while having the dream, he wouldn’t immediately link it with Adel.
Something that Zen knew happened while I was sleeping.
Maybe he witnessed the pot when it walked into my room by walking down the hallway by itself and settled by my bedside.
Zen, who stared intently at me who was having an extravagant notion, looked away.
Then, he declared unilaterally.
“I’ll take this.”
As he swung his hand, Adel floated in the air and landed on Zen’s palm.
The guy who snatched Adel hid his figure in the air just like that.
Looking at the room who turned empty at a blink, I was stunned and muttered,
“She was kidnapped . . .”
Jeremy’s face as he looked for Adel was already vivid in my eyes.