Chapter 59 (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
The carriage ran fast and arrived at Isadora’s hotel. The manager, who quickly rushed out after knowing about Lara’s arrival, took her hand and guided her to the top floor where Isadora was at.
“Mother, I’m here.”
Isadora woke up, washed up, and was sitting at her desk, working before her hair was even dried. Next to her were maids moving like her hands and feet. They were maids who dried and tidied up her hair and looked after her appearance. Lara sat in the chair only after they had finished their work and went outside.
“What about breakfast?”
“I already ate.”
“Don’t lie. I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
“I have no appetite.”
She tried to act indifferent as much as possible, but she could not deceive her mother. Although it was a fact that she knew after she came back to the past, her mother seemed to have a superhuman ability to recognize Lara’s mood, condition, and the honesty of her words.
Isadora stepped away from her desk and approached Lara.
“Lara, what’s going on?”
Her mother’s voice, which always sounded cold and scary, now felt extremely affectionate. In a flash, she sounded formal, but Lara knew that it was full of worries. She wanted to say how it was nothing serious and that she thought she was the real saintess. But in spite of herself, Lara reached out to the approaching Isadora and hugged her mother.
“Lara?”
Her heart that had been toughened all night after meeting God became warm. Lara put her forehead in her mother’s embrace and left her body to the warmth.
Isadora just stood there still. She patted softly on Lara’s shoulder and waited unhesitatingly until her daughter spoke out first.
“I’m sorry for behaving like a spoiled child.”
“You should do it more often.”
“I have something to tell you.”
“Go on.”
“I think I’m the saintess.”
“Yeah, that’s no big… What?”
Isadora asked back in surprise. The face that looked exactly like Lara was hardened with shock.
“Lara.”
“Yes.”
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“What did God say?”
“He said that I’m the saintess.”
“What else?”
“He asked me to find his name. And that I need to right the wrongs.”
“Why should you do that? What about the temple? What are the priests doing? There are so many people in this world who are dying to do something like that. Why would you…”
Isadora, who was spitting out words, crumpled up her face and looked out of the window. Then, with only moving her lips, she silently uttered a few curse words. She lowered her head and looked carefully into Lara’s face for a long time.
“You don’t have to.”
Isadora said firmly. When Lara looked up at her with a look of asking what that meant, she said more firmly.
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. It’s the temple’s fault that God was forgotten. Those nosy pricks will work hard to correct the wrongs in this world.
“I will keep it a secret for a while.”
“For a while?”
“Yes, I will reveal my identity when the time comes. I mean, when the one who wants to wield the saintess as a weapon disappears.”
“When is that?”
“After the owner of the next throne changes.”
Lara would change the owner of the throne. Lara thought that the heir to the throne should not be Prince Sidhar, but Princess Sonnet.
Isadora knew a lot more than was initially thought—the situation Hautean faced, the relationship between the temple and the royal family, and even about the fact that the war against the demon worshippers would happen in the near future. Rather than saying that she knew a lot of things, it was right to say that there was nothing that she did not know. That was because Isadora was a merchant who dealt with goods on the continent.
“Lara, do you know who the Crown Prince of the Empire is?”
“Acerus Elin Tarragon.”
“Acerus is a heroic man. His tale of heroism played a greater role than the consort clan’s power in defeating the opposition forces and becoming the Crown Prince early.”
After Lara confessed that she was a saintess, Isadora came home with Lara and called Sebastian to cancel all her schedules that day. Then, she took Lara to her empty room.
“I was honestly surprised when Demian told me that he had a surname given by the Crown Prince and that he had been granted immunity.”
“Why?”
“Lara, Tarragon is a very big country. You may not realize that because you have never left Hautean.”
On one wall in Isadora’s room was a large map of the continent, showing the trade route for her trading company. She pointed her finger at a huge yellow-painted ground.
“That’s Tarragon. Even if you put together 20 countries the size of Hautean, it would still be no match for the Empire’s territory.”
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