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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“I wish to announce today, at this very place, the culprit who assassinated the First Princess Elena de Frisia.”
Shocking words burst from the mouth of the Second Prince Alois, who had taken the microphone after Prince Oliver to offer a few words of blessing for the current king’s health.
Alois, was considered to have been completely defeated in the struggle for the throne against Prince Oliver.
However, opinions were divided among the nobles as to whether he had truly fought.
Prince Alois, loved culture and elegance befitting royalty.
But there were quite a few voices saying that he had deliberately conceded the throne because his love for these things was excessive.
The people stirred.
They wondered what wind had blown for the prince known as a wastrel to suddenly come out so roughly, but they began to focus on Alois’s words.
Certainly, when I first saw him, I thought he was very interested in the arts.
But what Princesses Elise and Ainis had told me was not like that.
Simply to survive.
Because he couldn’t beat his brother, Prince Oliver, he had just been bowing his head while pretending to be a wastrel.
We had given him claws.
Claws named truth, so powerful that they could even snatch the nape of Prince Oliver, who was definitely seated on the throne.
“It is none other than the First Prince Oliver de Frisia!”
Once again, the people’s gazes turned to Oliver as they stirred.
I couldn’t see what his expression was like.
Because I was also quite busy moving at the moment.
Clank.
The pocket watches on her wrist made an intense sound.
I grabbed the wrist of the priestess who was about to place her hand on the current king’s shoulder and pulled her.
“Don’t you think that’s enough?”
“My, you’ve come.”
The moment she saw me, the priestess welcomed me with a bright smile.
Even though I knew exactly what she had been trying to do just now.
“First it was Princess Elena, and now you’re trying to assassinate the current king too? Is that the will of God?”
“Of course. All of this is God’s will. The fact that I’m blocked by you right now was also the intention of the Goddess of Time to make us meet.”
The priestess stepped back from the current king, who could barely see his surroundings with his eyes half-closed, while smiling brightly.
“So, have you solved the problem? How Princess Elena died?”
“You gave me the answer, didn’t you?”
“Hmm.”
The priestess made a nasal sound while tapping her chin with her finger.
Like a professor grading an exam, she demanded the correct answer from me.
“Princess Elena’s symptoms were both the hint and the answer. Her blonde hair had turned into dull white hair, her skin was covered in wrinkles and age spots, her joints had deteriorated, and her back was bent.”
I was convinced when I saw the attending physician’s note saying that it was as if she had become an old woman.
“It wasn’t some terrible incurable disease, and it certainly wasn’t a divine curse as the priests were saying. It’s a future that comes to everyone, common to all.”
Time flows equally for everyone.
In the face of it, resistance is futile, and eventually everyone meets the same end.
Both the beggar who wanders the streets like a stray cat with nothing, and the king who has enjoyed everything sitting on a golden throne.
“She simply aged.”
“Hmm.”
“It doesn’t make sense, right? Princess Elena was only 20 years old at the time. But why did she age so rapidly in just a few days?”
Taking a breath, I gripped her seized wrist even more tightly.
As a result, there was a cracking sound as the priestess’s wrist bone broke.
“I thought such a thing couldn’t possibly happen, but you showed me the answer.”
“You were focusing on me, weren’t you?”
When I first met the Priestess of Time, while we were talking by the pond in the royal garden, she had grabbed the tail of a cat that had come by.
The cat had struggled and when she let go of its tail, the tail seemed to have grown a bit larger and its well-groomed fur had become rough.
As if only the tail part had aged for a long time.
“If you showed me the answer to make me guess, you must have prepared for what comes after too, right?”
“Well, to be honest, I’m not that much of a planner.”
The priestess glanced away slightly.
Prince Alois was revealing that Prince Oliver had tried to assassinate not only Princess Elena but also the current king, and that the assassin was none other than the Priestess of Time.
“It’s that woman right there! That witch! She is the main culprit who tried to assassinate the First Princess and even our father, the current king, under Prince Oliver’s orders!”
Naturally, people’s gazes followed Prince Alois’s finger to the Priestess of Time.
Prince Oliver’s face was engulfed in indescribable anger as he saw me with her.
I immediately gave him the middle finger, but at that moment, the priestess pulled out her captured wrist and quickly brushed it with her other hand.
Then her broken wrist returned to normal.
As if it had never been broken in the first place.
After rotating her restored wrist a few times, she raised her hand slightly in greeting.
“Yes, everyone. I am the Priestess of Time who assassinated Princess Elena under Prince Oliver’s orders and was caught trying to assassinate the current king as well.”
Her confession was so bold and lighthearted that few people would have properly understood what she had just said right away.
Even Prince Oliver’s anger towards me had completely disappeared, and he was looking at her with confusion and fear.
“As for how I assassinated her…”
There was no time to stop her.
She placed her hand on the current king’s shoulder, and immediately his back began to bend sharply.
His hair fell out, and wrinkles set in more deeply.
The queen, Isabel de Frisia, who was sitting next to him, tried to stop her urgently, but…
“I did it like this.”
This time, the opposite happened.
The king’s back straightened up.
The deep wrinkles disappeared, and the hair that had fallen out grew back lushly.
The current king’s eyes, which had been half-closed and breathing roughly, regained vitality, and his breathing became stable.
“Huff!”
Even the current king, who had been nearly dying, was startled by his own change and looked around his body.
It was the same physical condition as before he had contracted his chronic illness.
“You saw it, didn’t you? This is how I assassinated Princess Elena.”
A silence so heavy that even breathing felt burdensome fell.
Numerous people looked at the current king as if they were watching the result of a magic trick.
And then, harsh jeers began to pour out.
“Arrest her!”
The first to move was, of course, Elise, who had been waiting.
She drew the sword prepared by Bertia and immediately rushed at the confused Prince Oliver, knocking him down and subduing him.
“Priestess! You wench! How dare you!”
Prince Oliver’s desperate scream echoed through the banquet hall.
The Priestess of Time winked back at the prince who was glaring at her even in his fallen state.
“I told you, didn’t I? That I would be able to say my final farewell.”
Then she bowed her head.
“Farewell, Prince.”
“You weeench!”
A fierce light burst from the ring the prince was wearing.
It was a ring with magic that the royal family possessed.
When used, it not only enhanced physical abilities but also enabled warp magic, which I had seen firsthand.
Crack!
“Aaaargh!”
A scream filled with resentment rang out.
At some point, Elise’s sword had cleanly cut off Prince Oliver’s finger wearing the ring.
“It was the part I was most wary of. Your judgment slowed down due to excitement, Brother.”
If he hadn’t been distracted by the Priestess of Time, he would have immediately used the ring’s magic to resist when Elise rushed at him.
However, Prince Oliver, realizing that he had been betrayed by the hunting dog he had raised, was unable to think calmly.
In the end, he was easily subdued.
‘Oliver has been subdued.’
Although I couldn’t hit him directly, he was crawling on the floor with all his fingers cut off, pinned under his younger sister.
There was only one thing I needed to do here.
Subdue the Priestess of Time.
“I didn’t expect you to confess. Thanks to that, we were able to easily turn the flow to our side.”
Originally, I would have had to point at the Priestess of Time, explain her power, and present detailed evidence about the assassination.
Instead, by confessing and clearly demonstrating her power to the audience at the same time, the incident ended rather anticlimactically.
“No, I’m glad I could achieve what I wanted as well.”
“What?”
I was about to rush at her, but I sensed something ominous in her voice.
Unlike her usual light smile, she asked with a strangely seductive smile.
“Would you raise your hand, Daniel McLean?”
“……!”
I couldn’t hear.
No, it wasn’t just my hand.
My entire body wouldn’t move at all.
As if my time had stopped.
“Don’t worry, I prepared hard to make sure nothing would happen to your body. This is just a simple procedure. I need to know everything about you, who God has chosen as a savior. So that I can assist you.”
White light burst from her hand, and the ticking sound of clocks grew louder.
I thought I was being unilaterally attacked in a defenseless situation, but her hand gently rested on top of my head.
“I’ll tell you everything about me, so show me everything about you.”
She began to enter my head.
And then, after a time that seemed like a mere instant to everyone in the banquet hall had passed.
She immediately clenched her fist and swung it violently after removing her hand from my head.
Unlike her usual self.
So hideously, roughly, and viciously.
“Ugh!”
Blood poured from my mouth.
I fell onto the table where food had been placed and rolled onto the floor.
I instinctively knew that several of my ribs had broken, but that wasn’t the important thing.
“Heretic! Heretic! Heretic! Heretic! Heretic! Heretic! Heretic! Heretic! Heretic! Heretic!”
The watches on her wrist shook mercilessly and screamed.
Teeth clenched so hard they made a creaking sound.
Drooling saliva, bloodshot eyes, and blood vessels bulging under her thin skin.
A violent aura overwhelmed the entire banquet hall.
In a form that could only be called an evil spirit.
“I’ll tear you to death, you devil! You beast of the six realms of desire that tests God! I’ll tear your flesh! Break your bones! Spill your blood! Soak the earth! God has called me here to take you! He uses this unworthy body to cover your shame!”
She was shouting as if she had gone mad somewhere.
“Today! At this very place! I shall judge you!”
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