Only his sense of duty to support Mora allowed him to maintain a tenuous hold on his composure. ItвЂ™s okay.вЂќ Her husband must also have been grieving-in fact, this must have been an even greater shock to him. вЂњMommy, DaddyвЂ¦вЂќ They could hear Shenira on the other side. If her daughter could not be cured, even after Torleau had tried everything, thenвЂ¦ A knock sounded on the parlor door. The Saint of Medicine had done everything she could. Please forgive me.вЂќ Blaming Torleau had never occurred to Mora. Just tell me itвЂ™s not true.вЂќ The Saint of Medicine shook her head, then covered her face with her hands and cried. I even pierced her chest with a needle to pour a solution directly onto the insect.вЂќ вЂњWhatвЂ¦what will happen to her now?вЂќ asked Mora. IвЂ™ve tried every medicine I can think of, and I have no idea why they arenвЂ™t working. вЂњIвЂ™ve never seen or even heard of this thing before. вЂњA parasitic insect is nesting in her heart,вЂќ said Torleau. Mora had hoped that since the pain was gone, Shenira would be all right-but those hopes were dashed. Though puzzled, Torleau had examined Shenira nonetheless. The centipede-like mark had remained, along with the scars on her chest and fingers, but otherwise, she seemed entirely fine. Please, tell me what is happening to her.вЂќ But three days earlier, the moment Torleau had arrived at All Heavens Temple, SheniraвЂ™s pain had suddenly stopped. Finally, she had written a letter to Torleau, off in a faraway land, requesting that she come swiftly via horseback to All Heavens Temple. She had brought the doctors stationed at the temple to see Shenira, had summoned the most famous physicians in the nation, and had attempted to cure Shenira herself with the energy of the mountains. Her agony did not lessen one bit, and ten days after her illness had begun, she had ripped off her nails from clawing her chest so much. Her pain had worsened day by day, and eventually, it had gotten so bad that it had brought her to screams and cries. This condition had never been seen before.

SheniraвЂ™s illnessвЂ¦is beyond my ability to treat.вЂќ Two weeks before, Shenira had complained of intense pain in her chest, and a strange, centipede-shaped mark had appeared on its left side. But she let go of his hand and sat down on the sofa again. I shall speak with you instead.вЂќ Ganna pulled MoraвЂ™s hand and tried to escort her out of the room. My wife is not in a state for discussion. It was all she could do just to sit up straight. It hurt to breathe, and her vision wavered. The Temple Elder was incapable of any reply. вЂњLady MoraвЂ¦please, hold yourself together,вЂќ Torleau said to the trembling Mora. She was one of the people who Mora respected most. Reaching out indiscriminately to all who asked for her aid, the great Saint traveled around the world with the doctors under her command. Her powers were only for healing wounds and curing illnesses-she essentially had no offensive capabilities. Her name was Torleau Maynus, the Saint of Medicine. вЂњLady MoraвЂ¦are you listening?вЂќ There were three people in the parlor-Mora her husband, Ganna and the one who had spoken, a middle-aged woman in a plain white dress. One month had passed since she had begun coaching Nashetania and the other girls. Mora sat down on the sofa in the parlor, covering her face with trembling hands. The modestly built home was appropriate for a servant of the spirits. The time-worn interior of the building still contained the antique furnishings that had once belonged to the previous Temple Elder. In a tiny annex in one corner of All Heavens Temple was the warm and humble abode where Mora, her husband, and their daughter Shenira lived. On a certain day three years earlier, an incident had occurred at All Heavens Temple that would lead Mora to kill Hans. Your browser does not support JavaScript!

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