Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 112

Chapter 56.2

While it was good to know that Sylvia was on my side, I thought what I was holding inside was a nuclear bomb… in other words, an added task to manage it well so that it wouldn’t explode.

I smiled at Sylvia with a very caring grown-up face.

“I believe you won’t do anything that’ll get me in trouble.”

She might hate me for saying this, but Sylvia quietly lowered her head. It was because she had no one else to rely on but me.

Seeing that, I quickly patted her and changed the subject.

“The paladins of the temple will also need a helping hand, so why don’t you go and help them? They’ll be very grateful.”

At times like this, it would be best to make them work to clear their heads.

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The next morning.

I headed for the recaptured sanctuary accompanied by the grandfather Archbishop and a few priests.

It wasn’t really far from here.

After getting on the horse and walking a little, I ate a simple lunch and walked a little further, and it was already right in front of me.

Getting down in front of the sanctuary, I grabbed the reins and glanced up at the lonely building. Seeing the traces of brutal battles remained everywhere, I couldn’t help but frown a little, but the ruins, where the sunlight penetrated through cracks in the broken stones, were somehow peaceful and quite romantic.

Since the corpses of the demonic beasts couldn’t stay scattered all over the place like this, the priests started cleaning.

Of course, I hadn’t even dreamed of a job like cleaning corpses. Thankfully, the priests also didn’t seem to expect me to do such chores. Well, even if I went out to clean, if they had common sense, they would stop me.

I strolled around the sanctuary with my hands behind my back.

It was worn and broken here and there, but it was still holding its shape quite well for a neglected one. Even though it may sound obvious, the structure was similar in many ways to the temple of Tunia, which was located southeast of here.

When grandfather Archbishop came over to me, who was carefully examining all over the place, I said anything that came to mind to break the awkward atmosphere.

“It’s really close. You really have a narrow border with the beasts.”

“Yes. In fact, it’s rare for them to come down here…”

“Then, by any chance, did anyone visit the sanctuary even before the recapture?”

As I threw out a question that suddenly came to my mind, the grandfather Archbishop thought for a long time before he smiled calmly.

“It’s not impossible. But as far as I know, there wasn’t anyone.”

“Oh… Is there a reason you haven’t recaptured it until now?”

“Ah, that’s right. There was a revelation.”

…Revelation?

It was an interesting story. Unlike the God Actilla, who didn’t approach his followers directly, I knew from reading that the people of Tunia often heard the voice of God Tunia.

I asked in an innocent voice.

“Was it a revelation to leave the sanctuary as the beast’s property until this time?”

The Archbishop couldn’t hide his troubled expression when I asked too deeply.

“I’m sorry, the Empress of Actilus. The detailed oracle is only shared by a few people, even within the temple.”

“Is that so?”

Hearing his words, I didn’t pry into it. Until Raniero returned from the subjugation, I planned to continue visiting this abandoned sanctuary, so there was no reason to leave a nasty grudge. Still, I wondered if Eden was aware of the revelation.

‘…When the subjugation force returns, it’d be good to ask Eden about it.’

“Could you tell me who receives the revelations from the God Tunia?”

As if it wasn’t a secret at all, this time, the grandfather Archbishop gave a clear answer.

“It’s the Saint.”

“Ah…”

“The Saint is the only one who has the right to speak to God. The God of Mercy always speaks only to the Saintess.”

It was something that wasn’t written in the book, which only had meager explanations. This was the reason why the Saint was so important in the temple of Tunia.

“Then, does the Saint deliver a message from God to the Archbishop?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

I deliberately asked in a playful way.

“Aren’t you saddened by God? His Holiness the Archbishop won’t lose to anyone if it’s faithfulness.”

The grandfather Archbishop made a serious expression after my words.

“Piety isn’t about competing.”

I shriveled in this situation where the words thrown as a joke suddenly returned to the documentary.

“Ah, yes…”

I evaded the gaze of the grandfather Archbishop, who politely rebuked me.

“…I heard that there’s a large library here. Can I take a look at the books?”

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