Forgotten Juliet - Chapter 13
“The Hundred Eyes of Argos. Hand it over.”
Though somewhat prepared, the High Priest was taken aback.
The Hundred Eyes of Argos.
It was the most precious relic owned by the High Temple of the capital.
As the name suggested, this powerful artifact had the ability to locate anything within a radius of thousands of kilometers, rivaling the sacred power of the High Priest.
“I-I can never give it to you, even if my neck fell! No matter how noble the Duke of the North, but stealing the relic…!”
“I said I wanted to borrow it for a moment, not steal it.”
Was that so?
The High Priest belatedly recalled and realized that he had given up too quickly, even mentioned his neck, feeling embarrassed.
However, the casual remark from Duke Carlyle continued, and the High Priest’s face returned to contemplation.
“But killing and taking it wouldn’t be bad either. I don’t have much patience.”
Heheek.
A young priest standing next to the High Priest, holding a lantern, gasped silently.
“What should we do?”
“Well, even so, lending out the temple’s treasure so easily…?”
“If you hand it over, I will return the Northern Temple in exchange.”
…Return the Northern Temple in exchange for borrowing the Hundred Eyes of Argos?
It was truly a striking condition.
The High Priest quickly spun the wheels of his mind.
Perhaps this was an opportunity.
If Duke Carlyle desired the Hundred Eyes of Argos, it meant that he was searching for something. Whether it was a person or an object, the High Priest didn’t know.
He became curious about who or what Duke Carlyle urgently needed to find, to the point of returning the temple.
In any case, Duke Carlyle was the one in a hurry, so the High Priest thought it was worth raising the stakes.
There was a chance he could squeeze money from the Duke. Perhaps he could even be promoted to a higher position in the hierarchy.
With these calculations in mind, the High Priest put on a solemn expression.
“But, Duke, you can’t simply use a sacred artifact at will…”
“You’re having a remarkable misconception, High Priest.”
However, Duke Carlyle shattered the ambitious plan of the High Priest with just a few words.
The man who had been tilting his head slightly swept his hair back in a slow, nonchalant motion.
“When did I say we would negotiate?”
In the darkness, arrogant red eyes gleamed disdainfully.
* * *
The outskirts of the capital’s train station were desolate, devoid of people.
It was to be expected. It was well past midnight. The festive atmosphere had kept people eating, drinking, and celebrating the New Year all night, leaving them exhausted.
Juliet had seen fireworks rising into the sky from the direction of the palace a little while ago.
The dark sky from them became so bright that they were even clearly visible outside the capital.
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Forgotten Juliet / 잊혀진 줄리엣
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