Miya had a hard face and was itching to the point that her lips hurt while listening to their conversation, and Marquis François and Albert continued the conversation.
"Marquise Francois. Don't waste your money on the play of Miya’s good princess, let's spend more on buying slaves who can’t left trouble behind even if we kill them. We need strength. Whoever the saint is.... We need the power to kill her…."
The power to kill means to dispose of the property again by buying slaves to be sacrificed as rituals..
Marquis François, who is obsessed with appearance and looks beautiful, hesitated for a moment and Albert's forehead narrowed.
"Some nobles' suspicions about Miya can be dealt with somehow. You can also reverse the public opinion against Miya by creating sympathy theories. But if a real saint appears, what Miya does now is just a waste of time! You know?"
Albert's voice grew harsher and François bit his lips a little nervously.
"..........,"
"Marquis. The more difficult the situation, the more you will have to catch and kill the saint and offer her blood to her, so that her anger towards you will be eased a little."
"It's not that I was not involved in the search for the saint. The problem is that there is no one who can be the real saint on the list of those who participated in the incense ceremony. Albert, did you find some clues?"
A heavy silence fell between the two.
It was then.
"I know who the saint is,"
A cool voice crossed between the two of them.
“Since when have you been there?”
“From a while ago."
"But what did you just say...."
"Wait! Miya Binoshu, did I hear correctly? Do you know who the saint is?"
At Albert's urgent question, Miya nodded as she swept the blood on her lips."
"I know."
Albert was inwardly surprised at the sight of Miya's eyes flashing with strange heat.
In the past, when he saw her volunteering from a distance, he thought she was like a puppet, but now he feels like she is a completely different person.
Marquis François, he hurriedly grabbed her soft shoulders.
"Who the hell is the saint?"
".... Deborah Seymour."
Miya's cold voice fell like a glass that was barely hanging at the edge of the corner and shattered.
***
"Is the saint who shows the divine power in the incense ceremony is Deborah Seymour?"
"Yes."
The 4th Empress leaned forward her body and looked closely at Miya's eyes, which had a dangerous light like shards of broken glass.
Boldly, she did not avoid the central line, even though the 4th Empresses revealed her power like a shaman.
"Miya, you must have kneel down and with these lips didn't you have to thank me for arranging the power for you?"
She pressed Miya's chapped lips, which were dripping with blood.
"But why are you suddenly so sure that Deborah Seymour is a saint? You'll have to give me a reason I can understand."
