Chapter 37:

Chapter 37:

The old man had a strange hair color, a mix of his naturally red hair beginning to turn gray.

Just like the strange man she ran into on the carriage earlier, it seemed this neighborhood had a lot of redheads

Thats what Juliet thought as she quietly admired the scene.

Then, the people who went to catch the pickpocket returned to the square.

Oh, youre an elder!

Are you okay, sir?

The people who returned with the pickpocket began to fuss around the old man.

Im fine. But

The old man leaning on the fountain in the square lightly touched the collar of the pickpocket who was caught with the end of his cane, and surprisingly, several wallets fell out.

How many wallets did you steal?

The townspeople were as surprised as Juliet. They took the pickpocket away again to find the owners of the wallets.

Then, it seemed Juliet and the old man were left alone at the fountain, as if they missed their timing to leave.

You dont seem to be from this village, young lady?

Ah, yes. Thats correct.

If theres anything I can help you with, feel free to tell me.

Is this the time to ask him?

The townspeople called him sir and treated him with respect, so he was not just an ordinary old man.

Juliet took turns looking at the old man, who could be described as having a strong spirit, and his cane.

In fact, when she picked up the old mans cane a while ago, Juliet had roughly realized something. The heavy cane was what is commonly referred to as a swordstick, with a sword hidden inside.

Suddenly, she remembered what Cain had told her.

The most reliable people in the East are old mercenaries.

He often talked about his mercenary days, and this was one of those things.

An old mercenary is not just an elderly person. It was a medal that meant they had survived on the battlefield for a long time.

Perhaps he could grant even an outrageous wish if asked. But Juliet decided to compromise with reality, since she would still have to ask one of the inhabitants of the city.

Ah, well then.

Juliet took out a folded piece of paper.

Zachary Law Firm.

Could you tell me how to get here?

* * *

Zachary Law Firm.

Zachary was the towns lawyer, but his main business was real estate brokerage.

Since its next to Carcassonne, where the top headquarters are gathered, there were many people coming and going in Lobell, and renting houses for a short period of time was also common.

Ding.

Welcome Oh my, sir!

Zachary was taken aback when he saw the old man who came in with the woman next to him.

Im just an escort. Attend to this young lady first.

The old man said, pointing at Juliet.

Excuse me. How can I assist you?

With a smile, Zachary turned to Juliet and politely invited her to sit in a chair near his desk. As soon as they both sat down, she immediately explained why she was there.

I want to rent a house. Preferably for about a week, and not too far from the square.

I see. Let me take a look.

While Zachary was meticulously reviewing the documents, Juliet glanced towards the back.

Anyway, shes still a young lady. To be widowed She must have suffered a lot at such a young age.

Zachary, who had turned around thoughtlessly, was momentarily surprised.

The red-haired old man was no longer reading the newspaper.

He was sitting in the armchair like a lion, lightly resting his hands on the sword cane he always carried.

Zachary.

Oh, yes, sir.

What was the name of the woman who just left?

Ah, that-.

Zachary rummaged through his documents for a moment before informing him of the name of the customer who had just left.

Lillian Seneca.

Right. That was definitely her name.

The old man, looking in the direction where the woman had disappeared, had no longer any warmth in his face.

* * *

Meanwhile, Juliet was on her way to her original goal.

On a hill about a 10-minute walk from Lobell Square, there stood an unidentified building of great antiquity.

Whether or not she knew of this situation, after unpacking her luggage at her lodging, Juliet headed for the town library.

Next to the library, about a 10-minute walk from Lobell Square, there was an unidentified relic. It was the site of an old temple, but it was not known exactly which temple it was.

Welcome, my name is Veronica. How can I help you?

When Juliet entered the library, a woman spoke to her.

But there wont be much to see there?

When Juliet explained her purpose of visit, the librarian kindly explained.

No one knows what it is. Its just been left neglected.

I see. May I take a look around?

Well, as much as you like.

Librarian Veronica guided Juliet to the entrance of the ruins, telling her to look around and come back.

Juliet waited for her to walk away before immediately starting to check the four corners of the ruins.

It should be somewhere here

In Lobell, there were some of the oldest temple ruins in the East. Just as there were neglected ancient temple ruins around the imperial capital.

Ah.

While pressing down on a place where a corner might have been, Juliet found soil that felt a bit different from the rest.

Thud.

Found it.

When she hurriedly swept away the spot, a small box came out. Inside it was a fragment of a mirror.

In ancient times, there was a tradition of burying fragments of mirrors to pray for the blessing of the gods.

Juliet had seen Dahlia in a previous life find the artifacts of the temple like this.

Now that Carlyle is using divine power to chase her, the best way to hide herself is with an object imbued with divine power.

Even if it cant hide Juliet for long, itll be a temporary solution. She didnt know much about divine power, but it was said that the older the holy artifacts, the stronger the divine power.

Come to think of it, how could Dahlia use divine power at will even though she wasnt a priestess?

While looking at the mirror fragment, Juliet thought flatly.

Moreover, she had often revealed secrets that even high-ranking clerics didnt know.

Maybe it was possible because she was the child of prophecy.

Juliet carefully wrapped the mirror fragment she had found in a handkerchief to prevent it from breaking and put it in her pocket.