12 O'Clock Marionette

Chapter 33

I grabbed her chin and pressed down firmly, forcing her mouth open.

From the exposed roof of her mouth, I sensed a faintly coiled energy.

“What the—ugh, urk!”

As I gently scraped away the energy using divine power, black mana recoiled and shot out in protest.

A key, about the size of my middle finger, was drawn out from the roof of Qudil’s mouth.

It was an utterly grotesque sight.

There wasn’t any blood, but the visual itself was unsettling, and my hands felt unpleasantly grimy.

“...It’s not covered in spit, is it?”

The blood vessels in her eyes had burst, turning the whites a ghastly red—she looked almost like a ghost.

Then she smirked.

“But tell me, priest, how did you know? Did His Highness tell you?”

“No. A prophecy book was offered at my god’s altar. I read it.”

“Well, I suppose that makes sense. Dragging the temple into this mess to catch the snake... His Highness has been rebellious lately.”

“If you weren’t going to listen, why ask?”

I had expected her not to believe me in the first place.

“What did His Highness whisper to you?”

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