Marquise Blanchett vomited blood.

“Is that true?”

A massive commotion erupted in the silent worship hall.

“Blood, blood. Has she been attacked somewhere?”

“I can confirm that, having followed the priests. There was no sign of an attack. Lady Saint suddenly vomited blood while being alone with the Marquise. That’s why there’s talk that Lady Saint might have harmed the Marquise.”

People were still accustomed to Estelle’s villainous image, making the current situation feel even more unnatural.

“Su-Suspicion may arise, but getting involved in such a terrible incident with Lady Saint again…”

“Come to think of it, this involves both Marquise Blanchett and Lady Saint again. Even if Lady Saint had no ill intentions, doesn’t it seem like Lady Saint is unilaterally causing harm to Marquise Blanchett?”

“It was Lady Saint who just called Marquise Blanchett. What on earth did she do to…”

At that moment, a loyal noble stepped forward to protect the Lady Saint.

“Nonsense! Haven’t you heard stories of Lady Saint using her divine power to heal people? Do you think Lady Saint would harm people?”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

“She must have some reason. It’s not too late to accurately assess the situation.”

As one person spoke firmly, the atmosphere shifted back to supporting the Lady Saint. However, suspicions still lingered among the people.

‘Even if it’s once, now it’s the second time.’

‘I need to go and verify it myself rather than blindly believing in the Lady Saint.’

The nobles in the worship hall cautiously headed towards the scene where Marquise Blanchett had collapsed. Since it hadn’t been long since the Marquise fell, the situation was still chaotic.

Lady Stella ran to Simon Archdeacon with a tear-stained face.

“Ar-Archdeacon Simon!”

People who arrived just as Stella collapsed were sending wary glances toward the Lady Saint.

Especially among them was Eyoung, who had consistently supported her.

Archdeacon Simon calmly asked Stella about the situation, consoling her as she sobbed.

“Lady Saint, are you alright?”

“Archdeacon, I didn’t do anything. I really didn’t.”

With red-tinged eyes, Stella looked so innocent that she seemed completely blameless. However, she wasn’t more compelling than Estelle, who had collapsed in front of her, vomiting blood.

Instead of listening to Stella’s defense, people were more shocked by the sight of the fallen Estelle.

Platinum hair shining transparently, an unusually pale and white face, and under that beautiful face, blood that was tragically stained to an extent that could be mistaken for breathlessness rather than a collapse.

There was no movement, making it look as if Estelle had stopped breathing, creating an illusion that she hadn’t collapsed but had stopped breathing altogether.

The priests carefully examined Estelle’s condition like a severed doll.

“Archdeacon, Marquise Blanchett is unharmed.”

Archdeacon Simon asked with a furrowed brow.

“But why isn’t the Marquise opening her eyes?”
“That, we are not sure…”

“It seems like you’ve experienced a sudden shock, but without knowing the details…”

The gazes of the priests turned towards Stella, who had been with Estelle until the last moment.

Everyone’s eyes were on Stella.

Pale, Stella stepped back unsteadily. Tears gathered in her eyes, shimmering as if they were about to fall transparently.

“Why are you looking at me like that? I haven’t done anything.”

In truth, people weren’t particularly giving Stella sharp glances. Rather, it was just a curious gaze demanding an explanation for the unusual situation.

However, to Stella, unfamiliar with looks other than favor and admiration, those gazes felt like hostility.

The more confused and frightened Stella became, the more the gazes of people who hadn’t been thinking anything turned increasingly suspicious.

To calm the situation, Archdeacon Simon comforted Stella.

“Lady Saint, please calm down. Everyone believes in Lady Saint. How could we think that Lady Saint intended to harm someone?”

“Really?”

“Yes. However, since Lady Saint was with the Marquise Blanchett until the end, we just want to confirm what happened just before. Could you please tell us what happened with the Marquise? ”

Stella couldn’t readily answer.

With fragile hands covering her face, she trembled. Archdeacon Simon became intrigued.

“Lady Saint?”

“I was having an ordinary conversation with Marquise Blanchett. It was such an ordinary conversation…”

“If that’s the case, it’s enough. Lady Saint must have been very surprised. Please calmly explain.”

Despite Archdeacon Simon’s gentle inquiry, Lady Saint couldn’t provide a clear answer.

“…I just mentioned that people suddenly gathered, causing trouble for the temple’s position.”

“Is there anything else?”

“Then, Marquise suddenly pushed me, and I fell. After that, I don’t remember well.”

“Marquise pushed Lady Saint?”

At that moment, a sharp laughter pierced through Lady Saint’s testimony.