Translator: Wawaa

Editor: WilsonWilson

Lara rode on Demians horse to the outskirts of the capital to go to the inn that she visited with him a while ago. The inn had a solitary impression, it was located in a remote location and had a shabby exterior. So the only guests were travelers or peddlers taking a break for a while because they did not have the energy to go to the capital at night.

Is the magic lamp really there? In the basement of the inn?

Yeah.

What are you going to do if people find out it was there? I cant believe theres a magic lamp there I thought relics like that were all gone a long time ago.

The Empire is not an empire for nothing. Being the Crown Prince, he would have no problem in using three or four relics for personal use.

It was a great shock to Lara to be able to have a conversation with someone far away using a magic lamp. After the disappearance of sorcerers together with Gods power, all magic that was left in Hautean was simple illumination magicones that could be made as long as there was the blueprint.

We need to tell Acerus and the innkeeper that youre the saintess. Are you going to be okay?

Yes, I am.

Lara was about to tell Demian that it was okay because Crown Prince Acerus was the last human hero, but she quickly shut her mouth. She did not think that Demian needed to know about the terrible future that God had shown her. Instead, she came up with something more pleasant to hear.

Because hes someone that you trust.

Thats an honor.

Demian stopped by the blacksmith on the way to buy a new hinge. It was a sturdy hinge that was even well oiled.

Are you going to fix the door?

He threatened to leave once the door fell.

I think youre quite sweet sometimes.

Do you mean it?

Sometimes, just sometimes.

Thats absurd.

If the Crown Prince finds out that Im the saintess, is he going to get mad and order you to bring me to the Empire immediately?

Demian promised not to take Lara anywhere if she did not want to. So until now, he had not even told Acerus that he had found the saintess.

Hes going to swear a little bit.

What?

Just let it slide.

A cursing Crown Prince. Lara looked like she was about to smile, but she just nodded.

As soon as they arrived at the inn, the innkeeper saw Demian and straight-up frowned. But when he found Lara, he approached her with a kind smile.

Welcome.

Hello.

I told you not to pretend to be kind.

Demian grinned and sat down at the bar. Then, he took out the new hinge and showed it to the innkeeper.

Gift.

Is that a trap?

Its up to you whatever you want to think it is.

The innkeeper did not get rid of his doubts about the hinge Demian had bought. Demian took the hinge and threw it onto the counter.

Fix it now.

No.

I did my best to buy this

Did you lace it with poison?

I didnt.

Neither courtesy nor consideration could be found in their conversations. However, there was a friendly feeling to each other in their rough and coarse tones, so Lara just smiled listening to their conversations.

The innkeeper asked Lara.

Are you hungry?

No, I already ate.

Then, what brings you here?

This time, Demian answered his question. He gave a look at the basement and said.

Turn on the lamp.

The innkeeper did not say anything for a while. His movements of wiping the table with a dishcloth and tying the loose apron again were very natural.

Demian said again.

Shes the one whom that playboy is frantically searching for.

Are you sure?

I swear.

On what?

My life.

Hmm Follow me.

The innkeeper led the way. Lara bowed politely to him and went down to the basement.

It was an ordinary basement with piles of potato bags. Demian, who followed Lara down, rolled up his sleeves and moved two potato bags at once to one side. Then he lifted an old lamp in the corner of the basement.

Gosh, even this kind of thing is happening.

Oh well, you live and learn.

Shut up.

The innkeeper clicked his tongue at Demian. Soon, he closed his eyes and chanted a very long spell. They were completely incomprehensible words. It was like a native language from a foreign and distant province. When the innkeeper had finished, the old lamp dimly lit up.

Its like magical lighting.

It has the same principle.

Answered the innkeeper.

The innkeeper glanced at Demian before leaving the basement. When he closed the door and disappeared, Demian shrugged.

He could just stay, but he always goes outside like that.

I think hes a good man.

Youre probably the only one who thinks like that.

While they were having a short conversation, the light from the lamp flickered slightly. Soon, there was a voice that only Demian was familiar with.

You bastard. If you cut our conversation short like last time, Ill really

I have brought the saintess.

Not mind. Saintess, how are you?

Demian said he would curse. He really did.

The voice was manly and heavy, but his tone was like an adolescent boy. When Lara glanced at Demian as if asking him if the voice was really the Crown Prince of the Empire, he frowned and nodded.

Lara managed to hold back her laughter and spoke to the lamp.

Hello, Crown Prince.

Hmm Hes right? Thank you. But saintess, hmm Are you really the saintess?

Im also hoping its not me.

Thats Thats right. I guess

Acerus sounded really flustered. The voice that was heard from beyond the lamp was getting longer and longer. It sounded like he had something to say but he was frustrated because he could not bear to do it. Demian, who was unable to remain a spectator, spoke out.

Shes indeed the saintess.

How did you know that?

If youre that suspicious, come and see for yourself.

Acerus mumbled something in a very small voice. Lara thought that it was probably a harsh curse.

Saintess.

Yes.

Im the Crown Prince of Tarragon, Acerus.

Yes, and Im saintess Lara.

Lara almost followed him and cursed in spite of herself. She got goosebumps all over her body when she said she was the saintess with her own mouth. It did not happen when she was the fake, but it was weird and embarrassing when she really became the saintess.

Saintess, I will be straightforward. I want you to come to the Empire as soon as possible.

Yes.

Because we Pardon?

I will go to the Empire. But not now.

What do you mean?

God asked me to find his name. But it is hard to get a proper clue here.

God did not know his own name?

Yes.

Another curse was heard over the lamp but Lara wisely pretended not to hear it.

So, Your Imperial Highness, I would like you to examine the relics and records that are in the Empire.

That crazy- I mean Yes.

Theres a statue of that God in front of the prayer room here. All the other God statues are holding either their symbolic weapons or books, but he is the only one with his arms slightly forward holding nothing.

Lara further elaborated on the characteristics of the statue that she remembered. Acerus listened carefully. Then, he accepted her request without much hesitation.

Okay, I got it.

Please find Gods name.

I will investigate that for now. If I find out who your God is, you must come to Tarragon.

Does that mean you believe that Im the saintess?

I dont believe in you, but that bastard, Demian.

Lara looked at Demian with a surprised look. He just shrugged and smiled.

Saintess, Im sorry, but could you please leave for a moment?

Acerus wanted to have a private conversation with Demian. Lara agreed and greeted the Crown Prince before going out of the basement. The innkeeper was fixing the hinge with gloves on.

Are you done already?

We decided to go into details later on. It seems that the lamp will go out soon.

The innkeeper nodded and returned to the kitchen after repairing the hinge. Soon, there was an appetizing dish in front of Lara. It was a steaming bowl of vegetable soup and well-cooked chicken.

Help yourself.

Thank you.

Are you really the saintess?

Probably so.

God is so wicked. Youre at the age where you should be busy dating and having fun, but instead, he made you the saintess Tsk tsk.

Tell me about it.

While Lara was eating with a smile, Demian returned. He strode over and sat next to Lara. Then, he talked to her with a subtly displeased look.

Lara.

Im listening.

He gave two conditions.

What is it?

First, you wont reveal to the public that youre the saintess until he wants to.

I already expected that.

Second allow him to talk to God when he needs it in the Empire someday.

While chewing bread, Lara suddenly froze.

I dont think the two of them would make good conversation partners.

A conversation between the foul-mouthed Crown Prince and God who had his heads in the clouds. Lara frowned. She was already tired when she thought of becoming a mediator in their conversations.