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Chapter 710

Chapter 710: Chapter 97 Advanced Divine Art and Blood Contamination Curse Chapter 710: Chapter 97 Advanced Divine Art and Blood Contamination Curse Aiwass’s visit to the Central Observatory this time yielded unexpected information.

He couldn’t find out where that troll’s grandparent, “Old Rabih”, was...but, he managed to clarify the origin of the corpse that tumbled out of the wardrobe.

...Probably.

Although Aiwass felt he could only believe half of what was said, given the Pure White’s somewhat unstable mental state, this seemed to be a plausible explanation.@@@@

At least, in her perception, this candidate Holy Maiden called “Gloria Lantana” could indeed have killed Bishop Mercedes.

“...Your Highness, are you alright?”

Aiwass asked gently, looking at the Pure White’s not-so-good expression.

The Pure White just covered her forehead with her hand and shook her head slightly, “It’s nothing serious, just a bit of a headache.

...

It hasn’t gotten worse.”

Her eyes, wrapped in bandages, showed no emotion.

“May I ask about that Gloria...”

Sherlock began to ask, “Who is she?

Also a friend of yours?”

He wasn’t the type of person devoid of emotional intelligence—quite the opposite, Sherlock was very precise in his psychological insights.

Mainly, someone had to ask such questions.

Since it wasn’t quite suitable for Aiwass to do such tactless things, it had to be left to him.

“...No, Gloria was one of Mercedes’s childhood friends.

She didn’t know Yanis...She was closer to Mercedes’s side, as for my relationship with her...it’s just average.”

“She might have been jealous of me, possibly because I became the Holy Maiden, or maybe because of my close relationship with Mercedes.

But I’ve always thought she was a good girl...”

“‘Chedler’s Poetry Collection Eighty Selections’?”

Sherlock, thinking of his Elvish Language textbook, blurted out, “Is it that Chedler?

She’s still alive?”

Her poetry skillfully uses every rhyme of the Elvish language, with complex and standard grammar that is catchy when read aloud.

Even after translation, it retains its aesthetic appeal, making it easy to remember.

Now, many countries use Chedler’s poems as teaching materials for the Elvish Language.

Not only among Avalonians...she could be the elf with the highest recognition among human societies.

“Of course, she’s still alive,” Aiwass retorted, “Master Chedler isn’t even four hundred years old yet, probably not even middle-aged by elf standards.”

Upon hearing this, the Saintess also nodded slightly.

“Yes, I have some acquaintance with Master Chedler.

In fact, had Yanis not left, I might have introduced her to him too.

“Perhaps it is because she still has things to do that she hasn’t completely Amberficated yet.

However, her pessimism has not been released, so the Amberfication on her body is very clear, it never got better...it’s only deteriorating slowly.”

The Pure White looked down with a somewhat forlorn expression, but without too much sadness, “It seems she may not have liked our guidance.

Our forcing her to stay in this world has instead brought her greater pain.”

“...So,” Lily spoke, “did she decide to kill Bishop Mercedes, who had been caring for her, because she was tormented by Amberfication for too long?”

“If so, why did she place her body in my wardrobe?”

Aiwass countered, “And why, when she killed her, would she adopt that kind of sacrificial posture?”

—Intuitively, Aiwass still felt like Bishop Mercedes had been sacrificed to something.

Because the posture of her death was too strange, not resembling an act of uncontrolled emotion.

He just felt that the person who carried it out was very clear in their will and purpose.