"He found someone at the gathering who was looking for Scribe materials. He suspected the man was an Apprentice the Abraham Family had started cultivating again, and wanted to capture him."
"I tried to talk him out of it, but he believed too much in the results of his Divination."
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As he spoke, the handsome, effeminate man in a white robe curled his lips into a mocking smile.
"Even I, a Secrets Suppliant, know not to put too much faith in the results of Divination unless they're the will of God. Yet that seasoned Astrologer didn't understand even that."
The brown-haired man who had arrived later frowned slightly. "You're very displeased with him?"
The man in white nodded slightly, but his tone remained firm. "I'm the Lord's Oracle, the one in charge of His affairs in the Backlund Diocese."
"Of course. You're Mr. A." The brown-haired man gave a slight nod, then looked at the pool of blood on the ground that had once been a person and sighed.
"He was the student I was most satisfied with. If he had completed this mission from the Angel of Fate,
he would have become a candidate for Oracle."
"Unfortunately, I'd already warned him and even given him a revelation, but he still paid the price for his arrogance."
After a pause, he added, "I'll be staying in Backlund for a while. Those who kill the wrong person and take what doesn't belong to them must pay the price."
At this, Mr. A looked at him with a hint of surprise. "Even at your level as a Saint, you can't track that person through Divination?"
The brown-haired man shook his head slightly. "A battle involving very high-level powers took place here. My Spirituality has been warning me not to