To Maggie's surprise, the so-called tracking magic actually appeared on the moonstone.
"!"
This discovery sent chills down Maggie's spine and filled her with dread.
This is almost equivalent to Harlan telling her, "I know you have a moonstone that you got from the prayer room."
What was his purpose?
Maggie had absolutely no clue.
If someone has ulterior motives, it's actually a good thing for Maggie. But the most terrifying type is someone like Harlan, whose purpose is unclear, or rather, who has no purpose at all and is just there to amuse her.
Because it would disrupt her plans.
"How cunning humans are."
Roy flew around the moonstone twice, exclaiming in amazement.
"Humans are cunning creatures, and only you, Roy, would believe that."
The little ghost curled its lip, DouDou's eyes were full of disdain, and Maggie was also given a look of contempt.
"..."
Maggie was speechless, for she was indeed human.
"Who said that? Maggie is clearly different."
Roy retorted without hesitation.
She was like a best friend who unconditionally supported Maggie, and even when Maggie committed murder and arson, Roy could portray her as the righteous one. Maggie had noticed this a long time ago.
"hehe."
The little ghost sneered, its oval beady eyes turning into two semicircles, its expression one of utter speechlessness.
"..."
Since Nesser was still in the room, Maggie didn't retort to the little ghost, but instead looked at Nesser, who was obediently eating cookies at the table.
He was holding the cookies in both hands, eating them obediently in small bites. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on his profile, making him look as exquisite as a doll in a shop window, beautiful and without a single flaw.
He is God's most perfect creation, possessing the world's only and most outstanding beauty and favor.
Nesser noticed Maggie's gaze and immediately flashed a sweet smile, so adorable that Maggie wanted to call for a medic as her health bar quickly dwindled.
Maggie was pondering how Nesser would learn magic at the Temple of Light, where most of the nuns and priests were light-based, and wood-based magic was extremely rare.
"Sister, are you worried about me?"
Nesser tilted his head, put down the biscuit in his hand, and his ruby-like eyes were clear and bright, as if one could see into the depths of his heart.
"Yes, the Green Tower is definitely more suitable for you."
Maggie was somewhat troubled. In fact, in the comics, the Temple of Light was almost always the villain whenever it appeared, with only a few instances where it was relatively normal.
For example, when the temple was besieging the Zephnea family, it dispatched the Holy Knights.
Her understanding of the temple mostly came from Harun's perspective; she had no idea which temple envoy was skilled in wood magic.
"Don't worry, sister. Nesser learns very quickly. Even with just a magic book, Nesser can become a very powerful magician."
Nesser winked at Maggie, his playful wink carrying an undeniable charm that made Maggie even more touched.
"You're such a good girl, what am I going to do..."
Maggie smiled wryly. Sure enough, she couldn't easily take a child home next time, otherwise she would feel guilty because the child was too well-behaved.
Before Maggie and Nesser could finish their conversation, there was a knock on the door.
"Your Highness, the schedule for tomorrow's affairs has been delivered."
The nun's clear voice reached Maggie's ears, causing Maggie to pause slightly in surprise.
The usual work processes are pretty much the same, so why was a separate schedule sent today?
Maggie tapped her fingertips lightly on the foot of the bed, considering countless possibilities, but the most likely one was that the archbishop had something he wanted her to do.
"Come in and put it on the table."
The nun placed the schedule on the table and did not leave immediately. Instead, she stood still, smiling at Maggie.
In an instant, Maggie understood; it was indeed Ford's order.
Picking up the somewhat precious piece of white paper, Maggie's eyes swept over its contents.
Aside from the usual morning tasks, the last thing she was asked to do was to clean up the spirits of the dead in the cemetery on the eastern outskirts of Santa Fe?
There's no time limit; it doesn't matter if I can't come back tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after that.
In an instant, the words exploded like fireworks in her mind, and she felt that Ford had really gone mad.
Since the nun was one of Ford's people and hadn't left, Maggie had to suppress her urge to curse and continue reading.
Two personal attendants are permitted, but paladins cannot accompany you.
Maggie felt her vision go black. Perkin could be considered a combatant, but Nesser was probably just a novice mage. How could they possibly fight that cemetery in the eastern suburbs that was almost a mass grave? Did they want her dead?
"His Holiness the Bishop has instructed that Her Highness's attendants need to train, and so does Her Highness. This is the holy emblem His Holiness the Bishop has prepared for you. May Her Highness have all the best."
The nun spoke calmly after Maggie finished reading the contents of the paper.
Maggie paused, holding the paper, closed her eyes to suppress her anger, and then softly agreed.
"Go back and tell His Holiness the Bishop that I understand."
The nun, having received a reply, turned and left. She was just a messenger; there was no need to hold a grudge against her.
Maggie rubbed her temples, her head aching, only after the nun's footsteps had completely disappeared.
She had no way to defy Archbishop Ford; his orders were inviolable, so she had no choice but to accept the so-called schedule.
It's likely that Yarlin has already told Ford the whole story, and even if she believes there are no flaws in her account, it's still of little use to Ford.
In Ford's judgment, she had probably already been convicted of sabotaging the plan.
Despite her meticulous planning, she couldn't escape the casual suspicion and doubts of her superiors.
Once suspicion arises, the charge is already established.
Of course, there is another possibility: Ford may have taken his anger out on her because the plan failed, but Maggie doesn't believe Ford is that kind of person.
The archbishop's power far exceeds that of the so-called Holy Maiden of Light; the mascot can only be a mascot.
He was putting pressure on her, and also warning her.
A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside Maggie.
Yes, that's right. Ford had no reason to punish her openly, but that didn't mean he couldn't use his power to make her suffer a fate worse than death.
"The undead..."
Most of the ghosts in the cemetery are extremely difficult to cleanse. They need to be completely purified with light magic to prevent them from coming back to life. This requires a lot of light magic power. Normally, it would take countless priests to cleanse them. They are even more annoying than skeletons. The only thing comparable to them is the lich, which is practically immortal.
Now she's supposed to solve this all by herself?
However, this wasn't a big problem for Maggie, as most of the ghosts in the cemetery were likely low-level ghosts.
But Maggie couldn't be sure if there were intermediate or even high-level undead near the center, which could really turn into a dead end.
Maggie gripped the white paper tightly, crumpling it until it turned into a wad of waste paper.
Her thirst for power reached its peak once again; if she were truly powerful, she wouldn't be so easily manipulated as she is now.
"Ford... Don't think you can kill me like this."
Maggie muttered to herself with her head down, her eyes flashing with a shocking madness. She dared to contact even the Demon King and the progenitor of vampires, but this was just a mere cemetery for the dead.
No one can let her die, no one!
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