Chapter 377 Suspicion
“Indeed… as the lord of the territory, he indeed doesn’t have such a reason. But, what if his identity is not limited to being the lord of Lorinc and the Marquis of Mays?”
The maiden’s clear voice, like lustrous crystal jade, collided on the frozen lake. It was clearly as pleasant as playing a musical instrument, yet it gave people a chilling feeling.
“You mean—”
Verafia shook her head, and a clear light shimmered in her golden moon-like beautiful eyes. She didn’t know what Marquis Mays was planning, but Verafia always had a premonition that her judgment was correct.
As she had told Anderdun before, with Eggesti’s ability and scheming, he could even maintain his territory under Lancaster’s watchful eyes. Would such a person be deceived by a few priests?
As for the casualties that this would bring to the city… What a joke! For an ambitious politician, what couldn’t be exchanged? As for so-called morality, it was merely the tool of another crown, and if needed, it could be placed on the scales to weigh against its merits and demerits.
Verafia had already known this in her previous life. Unless he was truly desireless, would anyone really believe this mask?
“The existence of the Church of the Dead Word will at least bring chaos to Lorinc. For this, Eggesti even actively complied with Bishop Patel’s wishes, transferring most of the army away from the city… Could it be that what he wanted was chaos?”
A light, clear voice like a transparent crystal came from her lips. The maiden murmured to herself, her little hand supporting her chin, and her golden flowing hair quietly cascaded down as she gently turned her head.
Verafia shook her head, and her gaze fell on Marquis Ward beside her: “Wait, if that’s the case, could this matter concerning Ward also be intentional on his part?”
Thinking of it this way made Verafia a little flustered.
Following this line of deduction, if Marquis Mays knew that the Church of the Dead Word possessed Atros’s Creation Divine Spark, yet he agreed to let her treat Marquis Ward… could it also be to probe, and to see if the other half of the deceased was in her hands?
If that were the case, Marquis Mays’s suggestion to temporarily make way earlier would also have a logical explanation. This was entirely to create space for her to act!
Verafia suddenly felt more and more that coming to find Marquis Ward was a mistake.
Her gaze fell on Marquis Ward, who was covered by Anderdun’s Death Magic, her golden eyes blinking as she pondered whether to just kill him and pretend it was an accident.
However, Verafia only thought of such a thing. To kill the father of a Marquis based on mere speculation, even if the other party might tacitly approve… she didn’t want to gamble with the thoughts of a Saint.
“Moreover, these are just speculations. Eggesti doesn’t necessarily know that the Creation Divine Spark would be in the hands of the Church of the Dead Word… Even with his deep calculations, he couldn’t possibly gamble on this young lady out of thin air, right?”
Verafia comforted herself this way.
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After much thought, Verafia did not act rashly. Instead, she asked Anderdun to continue suppressing the unusual life force within the old Marquis.
However, according to the Black-winged Monarch, he was unable to completely resolve the Creation Divine Power within Marquis Ward and could only choose to implant some of his Demonic Power to continue to erode it.
As for whether the “Wings of Death” of that year had any ulterior motives towards the old Marquis, Verafia did not pay much attention and let him do as he pleased.
After everything was done, Verafia went to call Marquis Mays, who was waiting outside the door. After all, officially, she had come to treat the old Marquis at the Marquis’s request.
Accompanying the Marquis were a high-ranking priest skilled in healing Divine Arts and a renowned physician. They all confirmed what Verafia had said: the old Marquis’s physiological indicators were improving and he would awaken within a few hours.
In fact, not long after Marquis Mays entered, the old Marquis had already opened his eyes and regained consciousness, although his ability to move had not yet recovered.
“Miss Vera, my father’s recovery is all thanks to you. Your great kindness is beyond words. If you have any requests, please just command Mays.”
Walking with the girl through the manor, Marquis Mays turned his cheek and thanked the maiden sincerely.
“Ah ha, what is this? From your human perspective, this Ward is Ig’s grandfather, so this little thing is what this young lady should do!”
The girl lightly tilted her little face up, her brilliant, magnificent golden eyes blinking under her long lashes, her crisp voice sounding in the air like strings.
However, the maiden’s current mood was not as relaxed as she appeared.
Moreover, Marquis Mays did not ask how she healed him, which made the girl feel that the Marquis’s seemingly peaceful gaze had an indescribable flavor, making her feel uneasy.
The girl shook her little head and quickly raised her eyes:
“Right, Eggesti… I have a question for you. That is, more than ten years ago, was there a Count cultivating Dark Magic next to your territory, and I heard that you eventually eliminated this Count?”
“You are referring to Count Philip of Raber City, Miss Vera?”
Marquis Mays pondered for a moment, then raised his head and replied with a smile, “Indeed, his actions at the time caused quite a stir throughout the entire Kingdom. Even afterwards, his family’s territory was completely revoked. But why are you suddenly asking about this matter, Miss Vera?”
“Oh oh. It’s just that when I came to your place, I ran into Chrisis… um, Ig’s nun friend, and she happened to mention it. I suddenly became a little interested…”
Verafia blinked her big eyes, looking at the Marquis’s face with a look of curiosity.
Well, in fact, this was an excuse she quickly found to change the subject. Under Marquis Mays’s gaze, Verafia did not want to reveal any flaws due to any mistakes.
“Chrisis… I still remember her. I heard she is serving as a nun in the Sacred Light Church?”
Marquis Mays’s voice contained a trace of reminiscence. “To be honest, Miss Vera, the matter of Raber City was a tragedy for the entire Kingdom. Even for me, it is not a pleasant memory.”
The Marquis’s voice paused slightly. He lowered his head and saw the very interested and shining magnificent golden eyes on Verafia’s little face, then suddenly smiled, “However, if Miss Vera doesn’t mind, please allow me to tell you simply.”
