The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success-Chapter 112

"Huhuhu... really now."

The High Priest let out a laugh, clearly at a loss, before responding with a hint of irritation.

"Holy power is meant to heal multiple people at once. Using it on a single person is a waste."

"Then go ahead and waste it."

"From what I can see, the symptoms don’t even look that serious..."

"Aish, I’m giving you an opportunity here~."

Namia twisted her hair around her finger as she spoke.

"An opportunity for Your Eminence to get on the Crown Prince’s good side."

The High Priest sighed.

Then, as if thinking 'The best way to deal with a lunatic is to get rid of her fast', he brought his hands together and began muttering a short prayer.

Paang—a wave of holy light rippled outward.

Hmm.

The energy seemed effective—even Kiaros felt as if his body had lightened.

It doesn’t cure the illness itself, but it definitely restores one's condition temporarily.

The High Priest spoke coldly.

"Is that satisfactory?"

"Hmm."

Namia puffed her cheeks with disinterest and tilted her head.

"It’s definitely helped. Thank you. But I might get sick again, and if I do, could you use your holy power on me then too?"

"...Excuse me?"

"The cathedral’s just too far, you know. And since I’m staying at the palace anyway, please make sure to come if I call you."

The High Priest scowled and immediately refused.

"That would be... rather difficult."

That’s when Namia jabbed Kiaros in the side.

Kiaros swallowed dryly and spoke up.

"His Highness the Crown Prince would not take that lightly."

And then, taking it a step further, he added:

"That is... if you're not afraid of future consequences."

Namia gave a pleased nod. Then, with a big grin, she said,

"If you listen to me nicely, I’ll even call you over when it’s just me and the Crown Prince alone. I’ll make sure to tell him to look favorably on the temple, so feel free to slip in your requests then~."

Kiaros looked at her with interest.

She understood perfectly how people swarmed around someone once they gained favor with those in power.

"Everyone’s been begging me for favors lately, you know. Aren’t you the same?"

And with that final remark, Namia spun on her heel and click-clacked her way out of the chapel.

***

Thunk—the door to the chapel shut behind her. At the same time, I let out a long sigh.

If you're not part of the Reformist faction, I truly apologize. But you are, aren't you...?

For now, I’d just tossed out some bait. freёnovelkiss.com

As soon as we stepped into the garden, Kibon, walking beside me, furrowed his brows and muttered,

"I doubt His Eminence will actually come. He rejected the offer outright."

"Of course. Their plans must be going smoothly without a hitch, so why would they listen to me?"

Just then—

A large hawk landed in front of me, dropping a box with a thud.

"Huh?"

What the...?

While I stood there stunned, Kibon frowned and muttered slowly,

"...Looks like one of the Tower Master’s personal hawks..."

"You know that kind of thing?"

"Just open it and see."

At this point, Kibon clearly didn’t care to pretend he was just a normal intern.

He looked at the box the hawk had delivered and said,

"It likely won’t allow anyone but the recipient to open it."

Sure enough, the hawk’s golden eyes were locked solely on me.

Reluctantly, I opened the box. Inside were several scrolls—and a letter.

I opened the letter first.

Namia,

I’m about to dive deep into enemy territory to rescue my daughter and son-in-law.

You’ve felt the changes in your body, haven’t you?

Don’t think of it only as something bad. To someone, it’s a desperately longed-for power.

Dangerous though it may be, I believe you might be suited to wield it.

Do not speak to anyone of your uniqueness.

Still, I couldn’t help but worry about you, so I picked out a few scrolls.

Keep them on you at all times.

Changes in my body...

I swallowed dryly. While I read the letter, Kibon took off his jacket again.

"It’s cold. Here—"

"No, no."

I shook my head firmly and cut him off.

"I must be nervous or something, because I’m not cold at all. Actually, I’m hot."

Sweat was dripping down my back.

I was genuinely, really hot. Honestly, I’d been like this for a while.

Something’s weird. A regular heat scroll couldn’t produce this much warmth...

What I thought would act like a pocket warmer was behaving more like a bonfire.

After coughing up blood earlier, the magic lingering in my body had seemed to settle somewhat—maybe that was related?

I stared back down at the letter.

You’ve felt the changes in your body... Is that what he meant?

Coming from none other than the Tower Master himself, it carried enormous weight.

Your uniqueness... Does that include knowing the future? Just how much does the Tower Master know?

For now, I etched his warning not to tell anyone into my heart.

"Is something wrong?"

"Huh? No, just a greeting, really. The Tower Master is such a warm, affectionate elder."

Kibon muttered with a look that said 'As if anyone would believe that.'

"That man only cares about his bloodline, from what I know..."

"Then maybe you don’t know him very well. He even gave me a gift again, see?"

I had previously received a strange scroll from him as a parting gift.

He told me to use it when I confessed.

It was so odd I couldn’t even begin to guess what it did.

Excited that these might be more curious scrolls like that, I dug through the box.

"Hmm."

After inspecting each one, I shrugged and muttered,

"Just standard scrolls. Nothing weird."

At some point, the hawk had flown off—it was no longer in sight.

I picked up the box and headed back to my room.

***

The High Priest clicked his tongue in disbelief.

I was planning to get rid of her along with Kiaros anyway...

Though a high-ranking member of the Reformist faction, the High Priest had decided to move personally.

For the plan to succeed, Kiaros had to die—but he was holed up in his room at the Imperial Palace, refusing to come out.

The Education Minister was right after all.

He’d said the Crown Prince had fallen for a rude and senseless woman, and that the future of the Empire was in danger.

He also claimed she'd risen too fast, unaware of her place.

And now, experiencing her firsthand, the High Priest had to admit—she really was infuriating.

I’d like to kill her first, honestly...

But unlike what the Education Minister had promised, no incident occurred at the Saint Cairo banquet.

The cause remained unclear.

Maybe the Scroll Department made a mistake from the start... or maybe the Education Minister was compromised...

Either way, the Education Minister was no longer trustworthy.

He was, after all, just a bureaucrat—he may have failed to execute properly.

And now he’d vanished altogether, likely on the run from the Crown Prince.

If Namia Roafi was the one ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) who stopped it all, knowing everything in advance...

She had already saved Kiaros once, foiling the Reformist faction’s perfect assassination plan.

Hmm... but could she really pull that off without knowing the future? Or was she just trying to stand out to get into the Crown Prince’s favor? Chasing some Cinderella dream based on her looks...

And now the Crown Prince was clinging to her, so she’d technically succeeded.

She even behaved as if she had no idea how favored she truly was.

The High Priest crossed his arms and frowned.

Killing Namia Roafi isn’t hard. The priority right now is killing Kiaros.

Everything was progressing steadily. The High Priest knew how to prioritize and didn’t want additional variables.

In other words, no matter how arrogant Namia acted, she could be eliminated at any time—she wasn’t a threat yet.

***

Back in my room, I carelessly set the Tower Master’s box down.

Then stretched like nothing had happened and said,

"Alright, you can go now. I’ll call you later."

"Yes, ma’am."

With that, Kibon exited the room immediately.

Once the sound of his footsteps had grown distant, I looked around to confirm I was alone.

Then I reopened the box the Tower Master had sent.