Chapter 254 - 253. One-Sided Lover’s Trauma (3)
Asher observed me for a long, measured moment, his face unreadable. His eyes flickered with an internal struggle, but when he spoke, there was no hesitation in his voice, only a quiet resignation.
"In the underground dungeon," he began, his voice steady but low, "you might have seen the room when you came there to see me."
A memory sparked in my mind—vague, but persistent. I recalled the cold, dimly lit corridor, the boarded door reinforced with a strange mana-cancelling alloy. At the time, it had felt like nothing more than a void, an anomaly I’d been told to ignore. But Benedict’s words had lingered, his warning not to think about that door raising more suspicion than reassurance. Now, the realization that the Saint’s room had been so close all along filled me with a simmering irritation
"To think," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else, "the child’s room was right there, and I had no idea."
Asher’s expression softened, though a flicker of something—guilt, perhaps—clouded his features.
"What is the extent of his power?" I asked aloud, my voice tinged with curiosity and concern.
"I don’t know but for some reason, His Holiness and High Priest don’t want anyone else to associate with the Saint. And since they are letting Mirielle be with him that means that he must be under a lot of pressure."
I pursed my lips trying not to let my brain create scenarios of what the child might be going through and I inhaled deeply before I looked at Asher.
"Though the Saint looks really happy when he’s with Mirielle so, I can’t say what he might be hiding behind that smile. Mirielle looks quite happy to be spending time with him too so... I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that."
He looked down at his hands and I sighed.
"I understand, besides that, do you know anything about any other secret passages that exist in the Temple?" I asked and his eyebrows furrowed a little.