Tangled By Fate

483 THE DOUBT

“I found something better.”

Veronica became curious. “What could that be?”

Urulas took out some scrolls from his large sleeve and handed them over to her.

Veronica grabbed them without a word and opened them one by one.

After learning the ancient language, she read many scrolls from the Rosemary Temple.

Even in the Magic Tower, there were forbidden books in the ancient language. She read them whenever she had a chance so that she wouldn’t forget the language.

Due to her regular study, she was able to read what was written in the scrolls. After reading a few lines, her eyes widened. It was visible how surprised she was.

“This is…” she took a sharp breath.

“As you can see, these are forbidden knowledge that should only be known by the blessed child. Even a mere saint can’t have this knowledge,” Urulas explained.

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“Didn’t you say you got them from the Rosemary Temple?” Veronica asked.

“Yes, I did,” Urulas answered.

“Then… these scrolls were with Saint Ava all this time… but why would she keep them with her?” Veronica wondered.

“According to the law of the temple, as soon as the blessed child enters the Rosemary Temple, the Saint is supposed to hand over all the knowledge and authority that belongs to the blessed child,” Urulas commented.

“Huh? But that didn’t happen to me.” Veronica was confused.

She recalled how Saint Ava made her work day and night. She barely had time to rest.

“Since she didn’t hand over the knowledge and the authority, doesn’t that mean she is plotting something? I don’t trust her,” Urulas stated in his mind.

“Saint Ava…” Veronica muttered her name.

She recalled what happened after she was poisoned. She was with Saint Ava.

She didn’t find any hatred in Saint Ava toward her. In her eyes, the Saint was always level-headed.

To her, the Saint knew more than anyone knew but she hid her knowledge from others.

A person who always hid their intentions and thoughts, she didn’t know what kind of person they would be.

She looked at Urulas and said, “I can’t decide yet what kind of person she is. She must have her reason. I need to talk to her.”

“You trust her?” Urulas stared at her.

It wasn’t a question but more like a statement but it sounded more like a question.

“I don’t want to mistrust her and then regret it afterward. After all, she wanted me to choose a path I truly wanted,” Veronica replied.

“From what I see, she only did it so that she could have all the authority for herself. You may not like power but others aren’t the same as you.”

“Power can’t give people happiness.”

Urulas said, “It can’t but humans are obsessed with power because it lets them control weaker people.

“They love controlling things that don’t belong to them. That’s why they need you. You have to take care of the mess they create.”

Veronica frowned. She didn’t like when strong people took advantage of their power to control the weak but she had no intention to be recognized as the blessed child.

“Saint Ava knows things that I don’t. It’s more than what these scrolls have written. Without talking to her, I won’t know why she wanted me to choose the path I wanted.”

She had more questions.

Why Saint Ava didn’t want her to get close to the magicians and why she didn’t want her to fall in love or have children.

Urulas noticed that Veronica was serious. He didn’t push his opinion on her any further.

He asked, “Do you want to meet her soon? You have yet to recover.”

“I’ll meet her after I meet Arthur. I need to see him first. I need to tell him that I’m alive.”

“You don’t have to do that. I think the guy named Ironin already went to talk to the second head of this place. They will notify Arthur soon.”

“Ah, I wanted to surprise him with my presence first. Let me talk to Ovior.”

At her urge, Urulas helped her to stand on her feet. She was trembling at first as she was resting in bed for too long. Soon, she gained enough strength to move.

Using the magical stone Arthur left, she teleported to Ovior’s room

Ironin just arrived there to let Ovior know about Veronica when she popped into the room.

Ovior was visibly startled. He abruptly stood up and looked at Veronica in shock.

Ironin froze for a second and then announced, “Veronica woke up a few minutes ago.”

Veronica looked at Ovior and said, “Ovior, I’m sorry for making you worry. I’ll talk to Arthur and ask him to stop the war.”

Ovior was in a trance but soon recovered. “You can’t stop him… I mean you are alive! That bloody flower actually worked.”

“What bloody flower?” Veronica was curious.

Ironin mentioned, “A flower the elves brought to heal you.”

Veronica said, “Oh, that one. But the war, we need to stop it. There is no need for war anymore as I’m alive. I don’t want innocent people to die for my sake.”

“You can’t stop the war,” Ovior stated while sitting down.

“What? Why can’t I do that?”

Ovior explained, “The war started thanks to you but this war can eliminate all the witches from the world. It’s good for us. That’s why I didn’t stop Arthur when he declared war.”

However, Veronica couldn’t be as relaxed as him. “But the innocent people…”

“Relax, the war is happening in the desert, outside Tybu,” Ovior eased her worry. “You have been there before for war.”

She could never forget that desert. She was able to meet Arthur there again and then their love bloomed there.

“Desert? But I thought there was no desert anymore.”

Veronica remembered how she used her power in the desert and revived the wildlife.

Ovior understood her chain of thoughts and stated, “Although you revived half of the desert, some parts are still left out. The war is happening there.

“That means there are no civilians getting hurt in this.” Veronica sighed in relief. “But I still want to let Arthur know I’m alive. I want to meet him.”

Ovior didn’t have any problem with that. “I can help you to teleport there.”

“She shouldn’t go there alone,” Ironin stated.