The Beloved Fake Saint

chapter 88

The next day, I went out for the first time in a while. I bought six statues of Gods at a shop downtown.

Today, too, I decided to spend a late afternoon with Camilla.

Yesterday we made something similar to Japanese sweets, but today I was going to learn embroidery from Camilla. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it well though.

In the evening, I thought of praying to a statue like Camilla.

I crossed the fountain side with Dwayne towards the meeting place with Camilla.

However then, from somewhere, the voices of priestesses whispered.

“Oh, my God…”

“How did this happen?”

“Certainly, until yesterday…”

They seem to be surrounding something.

“Saintess. Are you here?”

When they noticed my gaze, they hurriedly bowed their heads to me.

I approached them curiously and asked.

“What is it?”

They took a few steps back, revealing a golden cage between them.

And I saw a pair of birds lying sadly on the floor.

Beautiful birds with golden feathers.

It was a Golden Crown.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

Golden Crowns were auspicious beings associated with Hetuse, the God of Justice, and usually lived up to one hundred years.

There is also a popular belief that the death of a Golden Crown means the wrath of the Gods because it doesn’t get sick easily.

But is this Golden Crown bird dead?

“What is this? Is the Golden Crown bird dead?”

Dwayne’s panicked voice could be heard from behind.

“Last night it was still alive, yet this morning it was found dead.”

A priestess bowed her head with a pale expression.

“Did you report this to the High Priest?”

I asked in a tone, as calm as I could.

“We just discovered it too.”

“It’s definitely not a good sign.”

“That bird.”

A priestess raised her head at my words and looked at my expression.

“Yes?”

“It’s a living creature, so it can die.”

I said as I looked at the pair of Golden Crowns that had slumped and died.