This piqued Maggie's curiosity. What could Perkin, with his taciturn nature, have said to please the Duchess so much?
However, no matter how Maggie asked, the Duchess just smiled and shook her head, with a mysterious expression.
Perkin was even less likely to ask; his evasive attitude just now clearly indicated that he didn't want to talk about it.
Every time Maggie tries to find out a secret about Perkins, even something not that important, it almost always ends in failure.
Perkin had another problem that bothered her a lot: whenever she pressed him for an answer, he would disappear like a shadow and she couldn't catch him.
"Mother, you may need to stay at the temple for a while."
Maggie led the Duchess to the room that had been prepared for her, and said goodbye with a slightly apologetic tone at the door.
“I knew that I couldn’t leave after the angel appeared.”
The Duchess, seeing Maggie's apologetic face, didn't blame her at all. Instead, she gently patted Maggie's head, her voice filled with maternal love.
She didn't want to put Maggie in a difficult position or make her feel guilty, so she offered Maggie words of comfort.
"Mother...."
Maggie was stunned. She thought the Duchess would ask why, but she didn't expect her to see things so clearly.
“You are my daughter. Your worries and concerns are written all over your face. How could I, as your mother, not see it? Do whatever you want. Don’t worry about me.”
The Duchess had been a noblewoman for over twenty years and was adept at navigating the social circles of the kingdom's ladies; how could she not be able to read other people's expressions?
More or less, she could also sense that her current situation was rather sensitive.
Perhaps... staying here would cause trouble for her daughter and distract her, which is why the Duchess said those words.
Maggie had no idea what the Duchess was thinking. She just listened blankly as the Duchess gave her instructions in a tolerant voice, without blaming her, making things difficult for her, or using emotional blackmail.
It's unbelievable that some parents would tell their children, "Do whatever you want, don't worry about her."
For a moment, Maggie was enveloped by an emotion that was hard to describe as either warm or unfamiliar, something she had never experienced before.
She didn't even know how she got back to her room; until the very end, all she could see in her mind was the Duchess's kind and caring smile.
"I knew that angel was no good!"
As soon as Maggie entered, she heard the little ghost looking out the window as if its fur had stood on end. Theoretically, angels can detect elemental spirits, so the little ghost didn't follow her this time.
The main reason is that I'm afraid of running into El.
As it turned out, his choice was correct. El dared to show himself openly, at a time when the atmosphere across the entire continent was so tense and miracles had not occurred for nearly a thousand years. Matters related to gods were not reassuring at all, but rather like adding concentrated sulfuric acid to water.
It will only drive humanity to greater madness and turmoil, leading them to commit irreparable mistakes.
In the little ghost's eyes, El's behavior was almost like that of a madman.
"You're right, I agree."
Maggie closed the door and nodded seriously. This time, it wasn't just a perfunctory agreement with the little ghost; she genuinely thought so.
No matter how I analyze it, I can't understand why El would show up in this situation.
"I told you not to contact him, not to contact him, and now you've gotten yourself into big trouble again."
The little ghost turned around, jumping up and down in anger. However, his body was covered by a white cloth, so his little feet were not visible. He looked like a hanging teru teru bozu, as if he would rise and fall with the wind.
"Stop, stop, stop. Now is not the time to blame me."
Maggie is seriously considering a question: the angels don't seem to mind the existence of demons for the time being, but what about the demons?
Demon followers are found all over the continent, and many of them must already know about what happened today, which means that many demons have received news that she has been blessed by the angels.
If this news reaches the Demon King's ears....
Just thinking about it gave Maggie goosebumps.
Sensing that something terrible was about to happen, she tried to appease the cruel and tyrannical demon king, at least by coming up with a plausible excuse to convince Safa.
But it wasn't something I could tell the little ghost; I could only rack my brains about it myself.
"What do you plan to do now? Because of the angels, it will probably be difficult for you to leave the temple anytime soon, including your mother."
The little ghost looked at Maggie with a helpless expression, and finally could only sigh and ask softly.
"Nothing can be done, I'll just have to deal with it. I need to find out the Pope's attitude first, and I don't know how he'll deal with me. I need to figure out the answer based on the question."
In Maggie's view, the intricacies of the temple were now her least of her problems.
There was also the conch shell that was repaired for her.
Maggie took out the conch shell. The little ghost, who was about to say something more, fell silent upon seeing the conch shell and floated to her side, its face showing curiosity.
"It's a conch shell that can store sound without magic. It's rare to see mermaids using such a primitive means of communication these days. Is there something they can't say in person?"
The little ghost looked on curiously, while Maggie silently placed the conch shell to her ear, and Xiu's voice came from inside.
"You'd better leave the temple for the time being. You can go anywhere. The calamity you're under has reached a level that threatens your life."
"The source of the danger is... the Pope."
Xiu spoke cautiously and even pointed her to a way out, but given the current situation, it was basically impossible for her to leave. Maggie's expression instantly turned serious.
"The Pope...."
Maggie lowered her head, a thoughtful look in her eyes.
She had long suspected that something was wrong with the Pope, and Xiu's prediction only confirmed it.
"So, are you leaving?"
The little ghost heard it too, of course. His little eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes were full of seriousness. The memory of Maggie talking to him about the Pope that day still lingered in his ears, so Xiu's prophecy must be true.
"Of course I won't leave. If I were afraid of death, I would have died countless times by now."
Maggie waved her hand, not really paying much attention to the death warning.
Anyway, I've experienced something similar before.
It probably wouldn't be her.
"But I think he makes a good point, you should think about it."
Seeing Maggie's nonchalant expression, the little ghost's worry grew stronger.
"Xiu's warning wasn't entirely useless. Since it's all focused on the Pope, why can't I give it a try? Try to find the truth behind his immortality."
Maggie has never been the type to sit idly by and wait for death, so she might as well take the initiative.
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