Chapter 282 - 281. My Burden (3)
The High Priest, following the instructions given to him, stepped out of the Temple with Damon. His face was pale, beads of sweat forming at his temple despite the brisk morning air. Beside him, Damon’s calm yet imposing presence lent a measure of credibility to their appearance. Together, they approached the entrance where the crowd remained, murmuring in clusters.
Meanwhile, I ascended to the top of the Temple, my cloak fluttering behind me in the cool breeze. The high vantage point offered a clear view of the scene below.
For some reason, Asher followed me. His steps were quiet but deliberate, and I could feel his gaze lingering on me. It was unusual for him to defy my orders to stay below, and I found myself wondering what he was after. Did he want to know what happened to Mirielle? Or was he probing my connection to her?
"Why are you here, Asher?" I asked curtly, my eyes fixed on the bustling crowd below, unwilling to look at him.
"I..." he began, the hesitation in his voice telling me more than he likely intended. "I wanted to ensure there were no issues from this vantage point. And..." His words trailed off, caught in a tangle of thoughts.
"And?" I prompted sharply, my tone brooking no nonsense.
"I wanted to understand your connection to Mirielle, Master," he finally admitted, though uncertainty dripped from every word.
I scoffed softly, still not sparing him a glance. "I’m a Dragon, and she’s a Saintess. What connection do you think we have?"
He flinched slightly at my bluntness, but he didn’t back down. "Is she really the reincarnation of Saintess Miella?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Not exactly," I replied, my tone flat yet firm. "But she is devoted to me."
"Devoted... to you," he murmured, his brows furrowing as if he were trying to piece together a puzzle. His gaze shifted toward me, questioning yet cautious. "Then what about Ace?"