Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 27

[Trinity’s POV]

“. . . Huh?”

I must have heard him wrong.

“You heard me. I want to become the Saintess, and you will help me. In exchange, I’ll help you with saving the world or whatever.”

“. . . Are you okay in the head?” I almost shouted. “Not considering your reason but do you know how dangerous it is for me and you to storm in the holy grounds and announce that you’re the true Saintess?”

“Witches are powerful, and they can do anything. And you’re Raphaela’s direct descendant that makes you more powerful than the rest. Surely getting me in inside the church is enough. I just needed to tell a crusader, and everything will be okay.”

I was flabbergasted at how simple-minded his brain works. Was it due to living with the commoners? True that the crusaders didn’t deal with worldly matters. Their existence was to protect the Saintess, and once they knew that Michael was the true holder of the mark, they’d bow their submission, and the church and everyone who held power wouldn’t be able to do anything.

But that was way before! Times have changed now.

The crusaders were sons of three military houses in Seraphim. They were trained since birth to inherit their divine weapons to protect the Saintess. But a human nonetheless. They were never free of worldly desires.

“I’m sure the Crusaders knew that Anatola doesn’t possess the mark, and yet they still protect her. Why so?”

“It isn’t her that they’re protecting,” Michael retorted with certainty, “it’s the peace until they find the real holder of the mark.”

“No . . .” I shook my head. “I don’t trust these crusaders. They let the massacre for the mark happen. If they truly wanted to protect the Saintess, then they should have protected the baby from the start.

“But they didn’t care because the mark was transferable to the next descendant. It was like, they waited for the last remaining holder, the stronger one who came out from the massacre before pledging their loyalty.

“Do you honestly think that you could trust someone like that? When it comes down to it, they’re also human, driven by their own desires.”

Michael returned my stare with the same intensity. “I don’t have a choice. I want to claim what’s rightfully mine.”

Stubborn . . . I thought. In my past memory, Michael wasn’t even mentioned in the annals of Seraphim. Was he killed before he could announce that he was the true holder of the mark? His death meant nothing since the mark would just be jumped from one progeny to the next.

But in the Bloodline of Seraphim now, if I was not mistaken, the only descendant remaining was Prince Zen and his two stepbrothers, who were both still children. And due to the massacre for the mark, the only living girl was Anatola.

And then Michael came into the picture . . .

If only I had paid more attention to little details in Seraphim before.

“Why do you want to go back to that life when you can be free from it? Do you know what awaits you inside those halls? Claiming the Saintess possession is easy but ruling the divine throne is a different matter altogether.”

Michael wasn’t the least bit intimidated by my warnings. “I am prepared the moment I sought out a witch.”

I closed my eyes when I felt the burn from frustration. “Why . . .?” I asked, exhausted.

“. . .” Michael was silent for a moment before he uttered a name that made my mouth drop.

“Emerald Venezia.”

. . . Of course. If someone was able to move mountains and cause wars between three kingdoms –– it was that little doll.

“She and I are already in a secret relationship.”

Was that also the reason why he was almost out of the village? For the life of me, I didn’t know how he captured the little doll’s heart but . . .

“But you know that we can never be together unless I am of equal standing as her. I promise her that I would work hard to get to the same status as her and marry her but . . .”

Michael bitterly smiled at himself. “I am pressed for time. I heard rumors that she was to be engaged with the crown prince.”

“Does she know about the mark?”

Michael shook his head. “I didn’t tell her, fearing that she might tell her father about it out of the surge of her emotion to be with me.”

Good. At least, he was still using his brain. But what can I say? The womanizer turned to be a loyal dog who would die for love? Same as me.

I almost laughed if the joke wasn’t happening to me.

“Forget it,” I said, “you’d rather sacrifice your life for love than to save the world?”

“I don’t care about the world if I couldn’t have her. That is my condition. If you want me to help you, then make me the Saintess first.”

I wanted to pull his hair one by one.

I sighed and looked over the ceiling. My eyes were straining from the heat, and my fingers were itching to slap him left and right.

“How do I know that you would keep your end of the bargain?”

“Once I married Emerald, I would do anything to protect her. Including saving her from this Shadowfell that you claimed would take over the world if the barrier breaks. You have my word.”

I stared at him dead in the eyes. Are you claiming that you wouldn’t protect her if she weren’t married to you? I wanted to ask, but I was sure I was just going to waste my time.

He had already set his goal, and the only way to hammer a new one into his brain was to achieve it first.

“. . .”

“. . .”

“Four Months,” I hissed through the gap of my gnashing teeth, “that is the approximate time you can claim the Saintess position.”

“I don’t expect it to be easy and short. As long as I can be the Saintess before their marriage, then everything is fine. I will use my position then to claim her.”

I rolled my eyes. Men and their right to claim every girl they laid eyes upon.

I thought about the current predicament I was in. There was an advantage if I helped Michael become the Saintess. His position would make the search for the other marks and the tree of life easier.

“Alright,” I gave in.

Michael’s face brightened.

“But we will not use the crusaders. They’re too risky and unreliable.”

A scowl made its way to his handsome face. “Then who–?”

My lips twitched. “Actually, your problem is quite easy to solve but will take a certain amount of time to come to fruition.”

He looked confused than ever.

I grinned. “We will ask the Crown Prince’s help.”

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