Refusing Your Ex-Husband’s Obsession: A Guide - Chapter 242

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Chapter 242

Translator: Yonnee

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Ciel felt uneasy about the High Priest’s belatedly shown attitude. Just as everything was coming to an end and they were about to start anew, he worried this might block their path.

“She’s on her way back to her family’s domain, so please make it quick.”

With his firm request, the high priest responded with a gentle smile.

“Yes, I will do so, Your Highness.”

After speaking to Ciel, the high priest addressed Irene.

“Saintess, do you remember the room you didn’t enter that day?”

Irene recalled the room she had stopped in front of and remembered the High Priest mentioning it a second time.

“You said I should go to that room back then.”

“Yes, I did. The Goddess is guiding the Saintess to that place.”

“Are you saying I should go to that room again this time? Is it the same meaning as before?”

Previously, he had clearly requested her to become the saintess, which she had firmly refused.

The high priest, noticing Irene’s intentions, carefully added,

“Quite honestly, I deeply wish for it, but if the Saintess does not desire it, nor does the Goddess.”

“Are you saying the Goddess does not wish for me to become the Saintess?”

“…Yes, and I do apologize. The Goddess spoke to me just a moment ago.”

“……”

Irene couldn’t hide her astonishment at the high priest’s words. It seemed he truly could hear the Goddess’s voice.

“It will be a brief visit as you are busy. I will explain as we move.”

The high priest dismissed the surrounding priests and paladins, taking only Irene and Ciel to the room mentioned earlier. As they walked, he shared various reflections.

“Watching the Saintess and His Highness’s actions, I reflected on myself. How regretful I felt for not leading as one who represents the temple.”

“You shouldn’t think that way.”

Irene defended, to which the high priest firmly responded.

“No, it’s correct that all the priests should reflect, starting with me. We have relied on the Goddess’s protection and remained only within the capital. We considered guarding the Goddess’s blessing as our sole mission.”

Ciel listened quietly as the High Priest spoke.

“From now on, we plan to send envoys to directly engage with the followers. Of course, I also plan to go on a pilgrimage.”

“Oh… That seems like a good idea?”

“Doesn’t it?”

Irene agreed, and the high priest smiled brightly with a child-like innocence.

“All thanks to the dedication of Your Eminence and Your Highness.”

“Hmm…”

Irene would have been modest if she were alone, but she didn’t because Ciel truly had made sacrifices. If she hadn’t intervened at the right time, he might have indeed become a tragic hero who threw himself to save the empire.

“Here we are.”

Standing in front of the room she visited last time, Irene paused for a moment. When she had been in front of this door last time, she thought of Ciel, and so her gaze unintentionally shifted to him.

“What is it?”

He’d been watching Irene until now, and he was pleased to see her green eyes turn towards him. Seeing his smile reaching his eyes, Irene turned her gaze away again. Though he felt slightly disappointed, discovering her ears turned slightly red made him chuckle softly.

“Then, I’ll open the door.”

As the door opened, a fragrant rose scent wafted through. Irene wrinkled her nose, taking in the scent. The room, fully opened, was unlike the usual prayer rooms.

It was filled with light and exuded a mysterious atmosphere. Despite having descended a set of stairs, suggesting it was underground, it was oddly bright. While Irene hesitated, the high priest briskly entered the room.

“Let’s go in, Irene.”

Ciel wanted to finish up quickly and leave this place. He knew he had to let go of Irene anyway, but it seemed better to send her off to the Closch domain than to stay in the unpredictable temple.

Irene took his hand and slowly entered the room. Feeling an alien air and atmosphere, they walked in, drawn towards the source of the light.

The light came not from the sun but from a sword. It was the reason the basement, devoid of any windows, could be so bright.

“What is this?”

Irene couldn’t take her eyes off the sword and asked. The high priest stood in front of the sword and said,

“It’s the holy sword. It has never been revealed before.”

“Holy sword?”

Both Irene and Ciel spoke simultaneously. They couldn’t take their eyes off the holy sword, which emitted a pure white light.

The sword, simple in shape but with a large emerald embedded in it, radiated a sacred aura.