“As you said, Miss Livia. He was indeed the missing Celebel Nadil.”

Thud.

My heart sank.

Of course, I had expected this.

The memories I read from him matched the information I knew about Celebel Nadil.

But expecting something and directly confirming it were two different things.

“Why would Celebel Nadil be involved with Igrid’s……”

I bit my lower lip hard.

I recalled the secret space and altar I had seen in the temple basement.

The words written there.

There is only one thing they want.

“The resurrection of their god……”

“Resurrection, indeed.”

Lemon smiled wryly.

But his lemon-colored eyes were utterly cold.

“Could there be a connection between using Celebel Nadil as a sacrifice and the resurrection of the god… Igrid?”

“That might be the case.”

“Either way, it’s clear we need to investigate that orphanage.”

I forcefully suppressed the sigh rising within me.

It felt like I was just grabbing at tails without seeing the complete picture, no matter how much I dug.

The one crucial thing.

The leader of Igrid’s followers.

Who was “she” who appeared in Jeffrey’s diary?

But…

‘Why am I thinking of Cardien’s dream?’

That woman who seduced him while imitating the girl who had saved Cardien.

A voice that seemed to touch one’s desires.

‘If that woman is connected to Igrid.’

Cardien might have been dragged onto the altar because of her.

‘I need to find out.’

The clues about Igrid ended here.

The High Priest’s orphanage, Celebel Nadil’s memories, Jeffrey’s diary, and Cardien’s dream.

Each was an important clue, but there was no bridge connecting them.

‘And I’ve already decoded most of Jeffrey’s diary.’

Only a small part was about Igrid; most of it contained everyday content.

Among them were many stories about me, which made me sick to my stomach each time I decoded them.

‘As for Cardien’s dream…’

In truth, Cardien’s dream wasn’t much help either.

The content of the dream contained many important parts, but Cardien himself couldn’t remember them.

This time too, if Cardien had known what happened after taking the hand of that unidentified woman…

‘But that’s probably why they deliberately erased his memory.’

If they truly sent Cardien to Mercedes as a puppet, they couldn’t leave his memories intact.

I only discovered that the High Priest’s orphanage was related to Igrid, but couldn’t find out anything more, and as for Celebel Nadil…

‘It’s like there’s fog everywhere.’

The path is right in front of me, but the fog is so thick I can’t see what lies beyond.

As if it’s hiding something I shouldn’t know.

Moreover, there was absolutely no mention of Igrid in “Everyone Loves Only the Saint.”

This time, I couldn’t rely on information from the original work.

If Igrid wasn’t related to Cardien, or if I had been investigating alone, I might have given up by now.

But…

‘I can’t give up.’

Even if I leave this place, even if Lemon lets go of my hand, I will definitely find out what Igrid did to Cardien.

‘Because that seems to be the only way Cardien can escape the original story.’

With that thought, I looked at Lemon.

“Thank you for the information. Please continue to keep an eye on the orphanage, Mr. Lemon.”

“I will.”

“And… I’ll give you some information too. However, this might be the last piece of information I have.”

At my words, Lemon’s eyes widened slightly.

I gave a bitter smile.

Yes, I only had three clues about Lemon’s mother’s death.

The original Lemon might have known more, but since Lemon wasn’t the protagonist, he rarely appeared in the original work.

So I actually wanted to hold onto the last clue as long as possible.

This was all the power I had in our deal.

If Lemon were to leave after hearing this last clue, I couldn’t say anything.

But…

“The last clue is about a tower.”

“A tower?”

Lemon frowned slightly, his expression questioning what I meant.

I lowered my gaze.

Tower.

The place where Lemon was pushed to his death in the original “Everyone Loves Only the Saint.”

There, Lemon…

“Your mother, just before she died, hid something at the top of a certain tower.”

Finds something his mother had hidden.

I recalled the scene from the original work.

[“So this is it.

What mother wanted to hide even at the cost of her life.”]

What it was, what those words meant, even I, as a reader,r didn’t know.

I only knew for certain that “it” played a decisive role in Lemon’s mother’s death.

One more thing.

“…And this is just my guess, but I think Igrid is also related to your mother’s death.”

“…Why do you think so?”

Lemon asked with an expressionless face.

I swallowed unnecessarily and answered.

“First, the method of killing was ‘holy power.’ But even among priests, those with enough holy power to kill someone are rare. Also, your mother was uncovering some kind of secret.”

“……”

“As you know, your mother was an ordinary temple priest. Not in a position to get involved in any organization or conspiracy. Yet she was digging into someone’s secret related to holy power, which suggests the temple, or those similar to it. Lastly…”

I looked at Lemon with strength in my eyes to hide my agitation.

“Lastly… it’s my intuition.”

“…Huh?”

Lemon let out a hollow laugh, but I couldn’t say anything else.

After all, how could I say that only Igrid would be powerful enough to kill you?

So I mumbled something about my intuition.

Even I thought it was absurd, but I deliberately straightened my chest and faced him with a brazen expression.

Lemon stared at me intently, then burst into laughter.

Eventually, he looked at me with an amused face and said.

“No need to be so tense.”

“That means…”

“I believe you. Well, if it were someone else, I might have smashed their face for being so presumptuous.”

He uttered such brutal words with an angelic face.

He turned to me with a bright smile.

“Because it’s you, Miss Livia. I believe you.”

“……”

I stared blankly at Lemon before parting my lips.

“That’s strange.”

“What is?”

“Well… Mr. Lemon, you’re someone who acts strictly based on information.”

Being the head of an information guild.

He only trusts verified information.

But what I just said wasn’t information at all, just baseless confidence.

Yet he said he believed me.

Is this really the Lemon I know?

I was skeptical enough to doubt it.

“That’s right. I only believe in information. I don’t trust humans.”

“Then why me…”

“Because Miss Livia isn’t just a human.”

His eyes, fixed on me, were filled with a thick emotion.

Not quite affection, but clearly full of trust.

“Miss Livia is my butterfly of fate. So.”

Saying that, Lemon narrowed his eyes.

“I look forward to our continued cooperation.”

Those words meant our alliance was temporarily extended.

***

After talking more, I left the library.

“Ah, right.”

Before leaving, I turned around.

Lemon looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I said to him.

“Thank you.”

“…? For what?”

He tilted his head in confusion.

“During the baptism ceremony. The one who put out the lights was you, wasn’t it?”

I was referring to when the lights in the baptismal hall temporarily went out while I was using my ability.

I was too preoccupied then to think about it, but now I wondered if someone had deliberately turned off the lights for my sake.

“You said you were watching me the whole time.”

“Ah.”

Lemon nodded.

He smiled slightly and said.

“It’s nothing between us.”

‘Between us,’ he says.

Others might misunderstand, I thought as I nodded.

“Thank you for everything during the baptism ceremony. I was able to stay safe thanks to you.”

“It was nothing.”

Lemon smiled brightly, then spoke with sudden inspiration.

“Since Miss Livia is our guild’s special client, I’ll tell you one thing as a service.”

“A service?”

As I looked at him with a puzzled expression, Lemon leaned his head toward me, conspiratorially sharing a secret.

What is he trying to say?

I leaned my head toward him.

And then…

“Don’t trust your maid, Chelsea.”