The Ritual of the Lord of Mount Tai.
The saintess knitted her brows, turmoil surging within her.
In the current supernatural era, the Lord of Mount Tai was an insurmountable mountain. As his fame spread, everything concerning him had been unearthed from old records down to the last detail, translated into many languages, and widely circulated.
Naturally, everyone knew of the Ritual of the Lord of Mount Tai, the supreme secret art of Onmyodo developed by Abe no Seimei that could resurrect the dead. Countless factions were secretly searching desperately for it.
Who exactly was this Onmyoji named Shion?
"What, are you interested in the Ritual of the Lord of Mount Tai too, saintess?"
Naturally, she was.
Although the outside world praised Jeanne's healing art as capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bare bones, she could do nothing for those who were truly dead.
However powerful a healing art might be, it could not compare to resurrection.
Jeanne glanced at the pile of sand Set had become, her gaze flickering.
But the Ritual of the Lord of Mount Tai that Shion used seemed somewhat different from the rumors.
"If you are willing to follow me, I would not be averse to sharing the secret of the Ritual of the Lord of Mount Tai with you, saintess."
Shion covered her mouth with her sleeve and chuckled, her eyes curving into crescents, revealing a foxlike cunning and intelligence.
A subtle change came over Jeanne's serious expression, but she showed little temptation.
She did not believe in good fortune falling into her lap.
When she asked herself what she possessed that might catch the other woman's eye, there was only her healing art.
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Shion."
Miss Jeanne clasped her hands into fists and declared devoutly: