It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 62
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.
Manifestation of Divinity: Type – Healing.
The stigmata just above my navel burned intensely today, and it was unusual.
I parted my lips, exhaling a warm breath, and released my divine power.
Intensity of manifestation: Advanced. Target: Lionel Luanax.
I poured far more energy into him than was necessary to heal such a wound.
My intent was clear.
The more divine power remained in his body after the injury was healed, the more memories I could extract.
If he had done this to himself again, I needed to know why. I needed to understand his intentions.
If possible, I had to find a way for him to get what he wanted—without hurting himself in the process.
Memories absorbed by divine power can now be retrieved.
‘Please, let me be wrong this time.’
The wound vanished without a scar, and the divine energy I had left behind began to call forth his memories.
And then— I recognized the place. It was a familiar setting.
The study where the Dukes of Luanax had handled their affairs for generations.
Lionel sat at his desk, flipping through documents, while his attendant, Cale, stood before him.
“My Lady left for an outing shortly after lunch—with Lord Ardin. And just moments ago, Marquis Ortatum arrived, stating he would wait for her return.”
Even as Cale continued his report, Lionel didn’t lift his gaze from the documents. His eyes skimmed the tightly packed numbers, and after signing at the bottom, he closed the file.
“If Dantère leaves the main estate, report to me immediately.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“And the Priestess?”
“She had a light meal—a sandwich—before heading to the library.”
“Worthless fools, making my guest uncomfortable.”
Lionel exhaled a weary sigh.
“Make sure to be more mindful of her meals. Did you prepare the cake?”
“Yes. Seven new varieties, including chocolate cake, have been delivered. Will you be joining her for tea?”
“…I’d like to, but I’ll have to see how things go.”
There was no strength in his voice.
“Perhaps it’s because her secularizaiton hasn’t been finalized. You shouldn’t worry too much, Your Grace.”
Even his steward had resorted to offering words of comfort.
Cale continued reporting on a few minor matters before excusing himself.
Left alone, Lionel processed a few more documents before setting his pen down.
“I wasn’t supposed to rush this.”
He ran a hand down his face, and instead of a spoken voice, his thoughts flowed directly into my mind.
“If I fail again this time… perhaps I should follow her to the monastery in my next life.”
A deep breath pooled hot against his palm.
“I should have practiced at least once—with anyone. I don’t know what I’ve been doing all this time to be struggling like this.”
His self-deprecating thoughts trailed off as his gaze suddenly dropped to his abdomen.
His fingers ghosted over the exact spot where he had wounded himself last time.
Slowly, he traced the area, lost in thought. And then, without warning, he began unfastening his clothes.
Just as he was now, exposed to the waist, he ran a hand over his side, pressing his palm flat against his skin.
Locating the right spot, he reached into his desk drawer and retrieved a dagger.
After testing the blade with a shallow graze, he pressed down, slicing clean through the flesh.
Blood welled instantly, spilling in warm rivulets down his skin.
He pressed his palm over the wound, leaned back in his chair, and tilted his head toward the ceiling.
“Please let this be the last time.”
Those softly murmured words were the final fragment of his memory before the vision dissolved.
The lingering divine power I had infused into his body was fully absorbed, signaling the end of my ability to witness any further. I slowly withdrew my hand and met his gaze.
The crimson of his irises matched the blood that had once trailed along the blade in the vision.
“Your Grace.”
“Yes, Priestess?”
I understood now. He had his reasons. Just as I carried the weight of a past life, he too bore something… unsettling.
But even so.
“Stop harming yourself.”
I had to say it.
“If you do it again, I won’t heal you next time.”
