"Besides that, the Pope's attitude towards me is something that bothers me a bit."
Maggie was still chatting with the little ghost, but the conversation had shifted from the Duke to the Pope.
She knew that the little ghost had a lot of knowledge, and she could usually find some clues about things that she cared about by talking to the little ghost.
Which aspect are you referring to?
The little ghost tilted its head.
"You should also know that the Holy Maiden of Light is the bride of the God of Light, right?"
She had heard the elemental spirits talk about it since she first arrived in this world, but at that time it was Roy and the other light elemental spirits who told her.
Roy's knowledge base was clearly inferior to that of the little ghost, which is why she brought it up again to ask.
"Oh, you mean this? That's exactly how it was back then. The elemental spirits were on good terms with humans back then, and I even met the Holy Maiden of Light."
The little ghost looked enlightened and then turned to Maggie and said...
"However, she died soon afterward, seemingly from a curse, but I've never had a good impression of gods, so I didn't pay any attention to it."
As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Maggie with a very serious expression.
"You're not trying to tell me you're cursed too, are you?"
His thoughts were incredibly unpredictable. He scrutinized Maggie several times, then frowned and pondered for a long time before speaking.
"No, you don't have a curse on you right now, but are you sure the Holy Maiden of Light doesn't live very long? Have you discovered something?"
"As expected! The God of Light is no good! Even when he's asleep, he's still scheming against people!"
Maggie was surprised that the little ghost could make so many connections from just one question.
And yet he acted so excited.
"Wait, wait, this matter should have nothing to do with the God of Light."
Maggie was both amused and exasperated. She quickly stopped the little ghost's wandering thoughts and told it everything that Priestess Shia had told her and what Lilia had told her.
Including why she realized so late that she had neglected to look up the fates of the previous saintesses, as if she had been blinded by some magic or enchantment.
Although Shia was rambling incoherently at that time, it just so happened to awaken this point that she had overlooked for no reason.
Lilia also said before she died that if she wanted to live, she had to kill the Pope.
These interconnected clues led Maggie to uncontrollably begin to suspect the Pope.
To say that the God of Light himself is completely indifferent to the bride or the sacrifice is merely a claim put forward by the Pope.
The idea that the saintess would sacrifice herself and die young would become deeply ingrained in the minds of most people.
The death of the Holy Maiden of Light would then become reasonable and no longer attract attention.
It's just that we don't know why the God of Light doesn't care about such blatant cannibalism.
From the moment Maggie first met the Pope yesterday, she sensed something was amiss.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it gave her a vague sense of disgust.
At the time, I thought it was because of Ford, but now I think there might be another reason.
"You mean, you think the Pope was the mastermind behind the saintess's short life?"
The little ghost succinctly summarized Maggie's main point, revealing a thoughtful expression.
"right."
Maggie nodded. Although Lilia in the comics was a liar and cold-blooded, her words before she died had some credibility.
If the goal is to sow discord, there's no need to target the Pope; wouldn't it be more appropriate to choose someone close to her?
"Perhaps his longevity comes from the various saintesses?"
Maggie wasn't sure if this guess was correct, because if she had come to the temple as a sacrifice, the archbishop should have had no reason to target her.
After all, she was just a sacrifice who was destined to die sooner or later.
But for now, we can only analyze it based on the existing clues.
"Let me think about it. It seems that since the beginning of the God Era, after the Pope was replaced by the current one, there has been no change. But he is just a human. Thinking about it this way, he does seem a bit strange."
"The fact that no human has ever questioned it is extremely suspicious."
As the little ghost spoke, its beady eyes gradually turned into cleaver-like eyes, and it seemed somewhat annoyed.
"Yes! Why did this happen! If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have even realized it!"
He went so far as to flutter the white cloth covering his entire body, like the wind blowing through a white bed sheet, revealing a little kid inside playing hide-and-seek.
“That’s not the most important thing right now. What I’m worried about is when he’ll make a move against me.”
Maggie was completely unaware of the Pope's methods for shortening the saint's life. Although she was aware of them, there was no way to circumvent them, so it was all in vain.
"For now, we can assume that he has absorbed the life force of the Holy Maiden. Such heretical methods are most likely the work of a demon. You need to find a way to test him."
The little ghost touched its chin with its short arms, probably because it had grown up and could finally touch it a little bit.
"I don't think that power comes from a demon."
Maggie simply shook her head, denying the little ghost's claim.
The main point is that the only demon that Chari can do this is the Demon King Safa, but Safa's contract is with her.
Given Safa's current deep-seated hatred for the Pope, unless Safa has gone mad, there's no way he would cooperate with the Pope.
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The little ghost paused, looking at Maggie suspiciously, as if it didn't understand why Maggie would say that.
But instead of dwelling on it, he followed Maggie's line of reasoning and offered a different possibility.
"But it's even more illogical if it comes from the dead. The dead are only related to death, and there's no way they could extend a human's life."
"Your pope may not be a good person, but at least he looks like a human being, and his aura is human too."
The little ghost was a little depressed.
"Let me think about it some more."
Maggie said that, but her mind inexplicably drifted to the events of the border city, and the monsters associated with it.
If the Pope's power comes from those things?
A wild guess filled Maggie's mind, but the monsters looked far too weak right now, and if she said it out loud, the little ghost would probably think she was crazy.
After a moment's thought, Maggie decided to observe further. If it was a test, she could try it in that direction.
Both Little Ghost and Maggie were deep in thought in the room when two hurried little figures appeared.
"Maggie! Maggie! Your mother is coming to see you!"
Roy seemed a little excited.
It had just received the good news and ran back to share it with Maggie, but unexpectedly, after it finished speaking, the air fell into an unusual silence.
Maggie stared blankly at Roy, her expression suddenly changing.
Who are you talking about?
A sense of foreboding washed over her, and the next second it was confirmed.
"Your mother is the Duchess."
Little Jellyfish chimed in timidly, sensing that Maggie's mood was off.
At this point, it's necessary to interrupt Roy and Maggie's conversation in time.
Otherwise, if these two people are not on the same wavelength, they might end up arguing.
The little jellyfish was particularly sensitive to changes in emotions. Fortunately, Roy also vaguely noticed Maggie's expression and turned to a cautious look.
"What's wrong? Does Maggie not like it?"
Roy looked troubled, with a hint of apology.
"fine."
Maggie took a deep breath to suppress the unease in her heart and shook her head at Roy.
Roy meant well, even though it was bad news.
Over the next few hours, Roy and the little jellyfish told Maggie everything they had seen, while also observing the changes in Maggie's expression.
His face was clearly getting darker and colder.
He seemed to be in a very bad mood.
"Did you hear what the Duke said?"
Maggie never expected that the Duchess would even scold her own son at the Duke's mansion, and she never expected that the Duke would put the Duchess through such an ordeal just to test her.
That's his wife.
"That's all. That old man looked so evil, like a big bad guy."
Roy pouted and began to complain indignantly about the Duke.
"Yes, yes, he's a big bad guy."
The little jellyfish, like a straight man in a comedy duo, kept nodding in agreement. Its light blue head bounced around, and the little peach blossom on its head swayed along with it, like a water balloon or a QQ candy.
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