With the assurances of the elders of the Temple of Light, no one dared to neglect Maggie's requests, and the investigation into the truth behind the deaths of the past saintesses progressed rapidly. Even Harlan was sent on a mission.
Ensure that the investigation results are obtained as soon as possible.
Maggie returned to her normal routine, doing the tasks a saintess should do every day. Moreover, without the Pope's obstruction, she finally had the opportunity to leave the temple and go out to see the situation at the almshouse.
There are three almshouses in Santa Fe. Maggie went to one located in the suburbs, which had become much more peaceful since the eastern suburbs were besieged.
No orphan will mysteriously disappear or die.
When Maggie arrived at the orphanage, it was nearly noon, and the sun was high in the sky. There was a small chapel in the orphanage not far away, where the children prayed every day with the nuns and priests.
This is also a way to spread the faith in the God of Light, because many people have received help from the temple because of the existence of the almshouse.
"Your Highness, we have arrived."
This time, accompanying Maggie were no longer Harun, but Gloria and her vice-captain Bailey, as well as the elven girl Huiya.
After returning from the Green Forest, Maggie reconciled with Nesser, but she still couldn't take Nesser with her wherever she went, just like before.
Despite Nesser's strong protests and desire to follow her as her personal attendant, Maggie refused.
As for Huiya, Maggie was also surprised. She didn't know when Huiya had joined the Holy Mage Corps. Maggie was a little surprised when she saw her in the entourage.
"The archbishop has been staying indoors these past few days, and the priest has been keeping a close eye on him, so he has no way to sneak away from the temple."
Maggie sat in the carriage, with Gloria acting as her guard, riding alongside on horseback, quietly reporting to Maggie on the recent undercurrents at the temple.
Perhaps it was because she had talked things out, but the dashing and confident woman only spent a few days feeling down before returning to her former self. She even seemed more insightful than before, with a frank and open look in her eyes.
The carriage soon arrived at the entrance of the almshouse.
"It seems I'm not the only one who wants to kill him."
Maggie gently pushed open the carriage door, stepped down, and spoke casually.
Gloria immediately stepped forward, like a female knight, and reached out to help Maggie down from the carriage.
"Serving as an accomplice to evil... I'm no exception, I deserve this fate."
Her tone was indifferent, revealing little emotion, but Maggie still glanced at her a couple more times.
"You weren't involved in the Pope's dark side of plans, so don't talk about yourself like that."
One thing that Maggie was somewhat fortunate about was that the Pope knew Gloria's upright character and did not involve her in the dirty deeds behind the scenes; she simply carried out the search order.
Even Gloria couldn't explain what she was looking for.
Because she wanted to avoid suspicion, Gloria didn't participate in the investigation of the saintess's death, which freed her up and allowed her to spend time with Maggie doing these everyday chores.
"Who knows?"
Gloria smiled and offered no explanation.
Sometimes, even if she indirectly caused the tragedy, and it seems like she is innocent, it doesn't mean she is truly innocent.
Maggie probably understood what she was thinking, so she simply kept quiet.
This kind of pain can only be healed by time, and she can't heal it either.
"Welcome, Your Highness."
As the nun in charge of the daily operation of the orphanage, she was waiting at the door. She was a little excited when she saw Maggie, but she tried her best to keep her voice down.
"It's alright, I just came to take a look."
Maggie smiled gently and looked inside, where she could see some children playing.
Those were the orphans taken in by the orphanage.
In addition to caring for these homeless children, the shelter also distributes food to the poor who cannot survive on a daily basis, and generally does not keep adults.
So if Maggie comes at this time, she can only see the children.
"Children, stop playing. Her Highness the Holy Maiden is going to bless you."
The nun was a kind-looking middle-aged woman who immediately gathered all the children in the yard before Maggie.
Maggie walked into the yard and saw a group of children standing in a row, staring at her with curious eyes, some of which were filled with admiration and some with envy.
Perhaps because this orphanage is located in Santa Fe, the children here are well taken care of and do not look dirty like ordinary orphans; they are all quite lovable.
"These are the children that this orphanage is currently taking in; they are all very well-behaved."
When the nun spoke of this, her face radiated undisguised pride, clearly showing how much she loved her job.
That's wonderful.
Maggie's expression softened considerably.
She turned to look at the group of little ones, and saw that their faces all showed eagerness, trying to say something to Maggie, but they didn't dare to say much because their mother was there.
Maggie saw through their thoughts and winked at them playfully.
Can you talk to me?
She didn't adopt a condescending attitude; her tone was gentle, like that of a big sister next door, which immediately made the children, who were initially somewhat afraid of her, lively.
One by one, they started chattering and asking questions.
"Sister Saintess, you are so beautiful."
"Big sister, can you make sure we all stay healthy?"
A little boy looked at her with an expectant expression and asked a question that made the nun feel a little embarrassed; it was really too naive.
One of the leading causes of death among the poor in the Middle Ages was disease.
If Maggie could keep them from getting sick forever, that would be a wonderful thing for them, but unfortunately, Maggie can't do that.
"I can help you get better faster."
Maggie had a bright smile on her face, a smile that seemed much more genuine than usual. To be honest, she really liked children; they were clean, innocent, and didn't make her feel tired.
"Oh, then can you cure Little Orange's illness?"
The boy was not disappointed; on the contrary, he became even more excited, pointing his little finger in a certain direction deep in the yard.
The nun looked hesitant upon hearing this, seemingly unsure whether she should intervene.
Who is Little Orange?
Maggie asked very patiently.
“She was the youngest girl among us. She was very sick, and even the nun mother couldn’t cure her.”
The little boy looked a little disappointed and sad when this was mentioned, but he still spoke earnestly to Maggie.
"I'll go take a look."
Since she couldn't see the patient, Maggie wasn't sure if she could cure her, but since she was here, she would definitely try to help. If all else failed, she had the healing potion she had bought at great expense.
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