‘But even if you heard, there’s nothing you can do.’

Right now, asking Count Odor for help was the most important thing. That thought alone floated around in her head.

As the urgent Olentia was about to open her mouth, Count Odor first asked for permission.

“She’s my niece, and it seems she has something urgent to say. Would it be alright if we went in first?”

Dimidius nodded readily in response.

“Yes. I’ll return to my room. Please speak comfortably.”

Dimidius walked away with large strides and went up the stairs. It was truly fortunate that he didn’t pretend to know more. For some reason, she disliked the idea of revealing that she knew him in front of Count Odor.

After Dimidius disappeared, Count Odor shouted with a stern face.

“What on earth is going on? What are you talking about!”

“This isn’t something to discuss in such an open place. Let’s go to uncle’s office or bedroom.”

“Why are you acting like this, really!”

Count Odor expressed his dissatisfaction but entered the office as Olentia said. He didn’t forget to call his aide. The count ordered the aide to search the Centmi River and then looked at Olentia.

“Is this okay now? Speak quickly. You should tell me everything honestly without holding back.”

Usually friendly, he was now imitating an uncle at times like this.

Olentia revealed all the truths she had seen and experienced today as seriously as possible. She was curious how her uncle would react, as the priest of Odor Province’s church had laughed holding his stomach at Ankedo’s story.

“…So I think the culprit is Priest Ankedo.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Count Odor frowned deeply. His expression suggested he had heard something utterly nonsensical.

‘Ah, as expected… Did I speak unnecessarily to uncle? Is this how everyone in Odor Province reacts?’

Still, uncle was the most trustworthy person in Odor Province. He also held definite power to investigate.

After a while, Count Odor cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

“I’ll consider it since I don’t think you have any reason to lie.”

“Oh! Really?”

“But we can’t accuse someone without any evidence. Ankedo is an incredibly trusted person in Odor Province. He even received the award for person of merit who brought honor to Odor Province this year.”

“That award… You gave it, right?”

Count Odor scratched the back of his head, seemingly embarrassed.

“Yes. I gave it. He saved children from a burning house. How could I not give it?”

“Haa… I still think his true nature is different.”

“I’ll look into it, so you just stay put without worrying. Understand?”

Count Odor put on a stern expression again. It was a face that said he wouldn’t let it slide if she got involved in a dangerous incident.

Well, it was understandable since he was worried.

Olentia nodded obediently.

“If I was planning to do something on my own, I wouldn’t have told uncle in the first place.”

“You!”

“So I mean don’t worry unnecessarily.”

Olentia winked and smiled. Contrary to her words, she thought she should move separately to reassure her uncle. Of course, uncle might handle it well on his own, but since he was basically someone who had a favorable impression of Ankedo, you never know. He might miss important parts.

The death of Thomas, the administrative officer of Odor Province’s church, and the embezzlement case were both urgent matters. Honestly, she also had the thought that if she could be of help to the archbishop, he might cancel the wedding. In fact, she wondered if that’s why she was so obsessed with this.

After leaving Count Odor’s office, Olentia moved back to the villa next to the daisy field. On the way, she thought of Moring with the orange shell hairpin. She felt that if she visited that woman, Ankedo’s ex-lover, something might come out.

‘Please search for the body first.’

Olentia had clearly said so. Her complexion wasn’t good, and she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fists. She seemed quite anxious.

Dimidius, who had returned to the guest room, kept pondering and then said to his aide Killen.

“Tomorrow, find out if there are any reported missing persons or murder cases in Odor Province.”

Since Olentia had asked to search for a body, Count Odor would move, and it was clear that the case would be officially reported in some form. Of course, it wasn’t necessarily a missing person or murder case, but his intuition told him it probably wasn’t for a good reason.

Dimidius intended to start from there. He needed to know what on earth Olentia was trying to do.

At that moment, Killen asked, even though he already knew.

“Yes, I understand. But is this also related to Lady Armeniaca?”

Dimidius didn’t answer. He thought there was no need to answer.

Then Killen smiled slightly and continued speaking.

“She’s the person Your Highness needs the most right now. Lady Armeniaca. Since you opened the devil’s power for her sake, you now need someone with holy power. It would be good if the lady could be of help.”

“You’re quite talkative today?”

“Isn’t that why you ordered me to find out where the lady was going from Odor Station? I’m more curious why you’re pretending it’s not so.”

Dimidius adjusted his mask and said seriously.

“I’m not pretending. I’m just trying to watch without expecting. I’m not sure if she’s someone who will take my hand when I reach out because I need her.”

Moreover, Olentia didn’t seem to have properly realized her own holy power. Of course, he didn’t think she would continue to be unaware of having power. Someday she would realize her power and be surprised. It would be stronger than expected.

Dimidius swallowed as he recalled holding her hand.

Who would have thought something more important than taking the Fantasia flower would come up? He hadn’t anticipated it at all before boarding the train from the capital Geranium.

Because of Olentia, he opened the devil’s power, so it would be good if she could be of help…

Olentia would have no idea. That there was someone here who wanted her, someone who wanted to beg her for help right away, holding back.

She had a dream in the deep night.

The one who appeared in Olentia’s dream was, of all people, Ankedo. Ankedo was in a room full of mirrors, with unidentifiable magical tools piled up to the ceiling on the table.

‘Priest Ankedo. These are the newly arrived magical tools.’

In the dream, Ankedo was a smuggler of forbidden magical tools. He had many subordinates and, unlike in the church, was wearing flashy accessories.

Ankedo examined the magical tools and burst into laughter.

‘A magical tool that changes gender? I guess this was on the list. But are there really people who use such things? How ridiculous.’

Ankedo, who had secretly sold smuggled forbidden magical tools for profit, looked at the mirror in the room. The mirror reflected his plump face.

A smile spread across Ankedo’s face reflected in the mirror. He must have been in a good mood as he got up from his seat, smiling, and took a step back.

‘My money! Stolen, but still my money in the end! Shall I go check on it?’

Olentia tried to find out where he was heading while dreaming. But soon, with a terrible headache, it transitioned to a different scene.

Platinum blonde hair with honey-colored eyes. It was Olentia. The Olentia who appeared in the dream was crying sorrowfully at Moring’s grave.

The surroundings were filled with Moring’s photos and flowers.

‘If only I had met Ankedo and resolved the matter, this wouldn’t have happened!’

Olentia cried out, wailing. For some reason, she was deeply blaming herself.

At that moment, as tears poured down like rain, Olentia woke up from her sleep.

“Ha……”

She sat up, letting out a big sigh. The window was large, letting in the morning sunlight, but she felt a chill for some reason.

“What… A premonitory dream? It can’t be that, right?”

Premonitory dreams are not included in the category of using holy power. Of course. In the Bonus Empire, only Saint Daphne could have premonitory dreams.

‘That’s nonsense. Why would I have the ability of a saint.’

This shouldn’t be the case.

Premonitory dreams were too frightening.

Not only the dream with Ankedo, but there shouldn’t be a reason to cry so sorrowfully and self-blamingly at Moring’s grave.

Olentia got out of bed and rubbed her chilly arms. She had originally planned to visit Moring first, but she thought she should check whether it was a premonitory dream or not, even if it was scary.

The method of checking required taking some risk.

Olentia sat at the desk, wrote a letter, and then called for Bobby. Bobby, receiving a letter firmly sealed with hard wax early in the morning, wore a bewildered expression.

“Who am I supposed to deliver this to?”

“Priest Ankedo of Odor Province’s church.”

“Why suddenly a letter to him?”

“Ah, since he’s close to the archbishop, I wanted to ask for his wise opinion on how to change the archbishop’s mind.”

It was a lie, sorry to Bobby. If she told the truth, Bobby would worry, so it couldn’t be helped.

Bobby prepared to go out and said energetically.

“Alright! I’ll go and deliver it well.”

Olentia nodded and quietly watched Bobby leave. Thinking about the letter going to Ankedo made her heart race involuntarily.

‘I hope Ankedo isn’t a smuggler of forbidden magical tools.’

She strongly hoped it wasn’t a premonitory dream. Dreams like Moring falling in the church, or crying at her grave, would be troublesome if they were premonitory.

Moreover, if it was a premonitory dream, the dream of being with the masked man was also very concerning. The most famous masked man in the Bonus Empire is Grand Duke Dimidius Belial, after all.

‘Dimidius and I getting married? And a wife calming down a rampaging husband…’

Olentia’s clenched fists trembled.

“No way!”

Ankedo came out alone to the narthex of Odor Province’s church. It was a rare opportunity.

Bobby quickly ran up and stood in front of him.

“Priest Ankedo! Just a moment please!”

At her words, Ankedo paused for a moment and gave a slight eye smile.

“What is it?”

Thinking he was an extremely kind person, Bobby said to him.

“Miss Olentia Armeniaca asked me to deliver this letter to you.”

Finally, Olentia’s letter was in Ankedo’s hand. Ankedo, perplexed, lingered in that spot for a while holding the letter.

Only after confirming that Bobby had disappeared did Ankedo open the envelope. The handwriting was quite scrawled, as if written in a hurry, but not to the point of being illegible.

A moment later, Ankedo’s mouth fell open.

“…What is this.”

Ankedo’s black pupils shook violently. He had encountered a situation he had never expected.

The letter contained Olentia’s firm intention to buy a magical tool that changes gender. Since such a tool couldn’t be bought ordinarily, it was considered a forbidden magical tool.

To think that tiny young girl was a customer for forbidden magical tools!

Ankedo had sold dangerous magical tools to various people including politicians and businessmen until now, but this case certainly surprised him.

It was because Olentia was a person from the Armeniaca family, famous as a noble house. And she was that famous heiress called the essence of the apricot tree family!