I Will Be The New Me
CHAPTRE 44

Vincent is currently sitting very restlessly at the dinner table, while others seem to be used to eating his food. Bastien who had not heard the news about the Word of God glanced at his eldest son confused, "You're this why? if you're at the dinner table, sit down properly." his reprimands that awaken Vincent from his daydreams.

Her amber iris stared straight at her nephew who was sitting opposite to her. Seeing Quinn smile just a little scared Vincent. "What's the matter Uncle? why are you looking at me like that?" ask Quinn pretender.

The man with the wrinkles pointed to one of the waitresses who had just finished serving all the menus, "Hey, you. Come here." Come here."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Is there anything you need?"

Vincent put his soup spoon in front of the waiter's face, "Try this soup for me."

"I don't want to eat poison. There's a chance he'll kill me in a way that doesn't look like this" Vincent has made a unanimous decision. There is no giving up on his dictionary.

"Y-yes? but, Your Majesty..."

Bastien increasingly frowned confusedly, "You're this why? if there's a problem you better tell me, maybe we can both help you."

"Yes, Uncle. Grandfather was right, it's better to tell if Uncle feels very anxious."

Vincent cleared his throat while trying to behave normally. "There's nothing. I just got the threat that I'd be poisoned, so I was on my guard to avoid the worst possibility," he chose not to mention Quinn's name in the sentence he said because he knew in the end Bastien would even scold her. "Fast eat!" let Vincent snarl a little.

Bastien sighed, "You saw the two of us eating the same soup, but nothing happened."

"Dad doesn't understand. It could be that one of your workers put it on my plate." she protested.

Quinn grinned faintly, he deeply enjoyed Vincent's uneasiness every time he looked at himself as if he were dealing with his death angel.

When the man's waiter finished tasting a spoonful of soup, he immediately replaced it with a new spoon. "This, Your Majesty."

Vincent observes in detail the face of the servant to convince himself. After nothing changed, Vincent dared to eat his soup. The man heaved a sigh of relief there was nothing different from his soup.

"Uhuk! uhuk!" Quinn coughed loudly, Vincent immediately stopped eating. The father of Penelope Van Marchetti paled and immediately closed his mouth in response to the shock of having swallowed three tablespoons. "W-what's that? wh why? what is poison?!" Bastien looked at Vincent in wonder.

Bastien helped provide mineral water to his granddaughter. "What's going on?" ask Bastien.

Quinn smiled behind her palm that covered her mouth. "There's nothing, grandpa. It seems I accidentally swallowed a pepper seed that was still intact. Ah, it feels a bit like a stab in the throat... Uncle, why has Uncle been fussing about poison ever since? you're making other people worry."

"N-no."

Vincent cannot live quietly in the shadow of his own fear. Everyone had heard the news and had pity on him who was about to end up in the hands of his nephew who was still a snot boy. "This can't be allowed. Look at him who's been playing me. Killed or killed, I'd better take action first before the God's prophecy happens." that's the thought that came to his head.

Ten minutes later, the three of them finished eating. Bastien went out first to take care of reports of border areas that returned to trouble after the sinking of enemy ships. "What about my mining business, Evan?" bastien asked Butler, who was always helping with his work.

"Everything is going well, Your Majesty."

"Do you know the reason behind Vincent's strange attitude today? after coming out this morning he came home restlessly until now was still the same."

Bastien gave a stamp on each sheet of documents that he had completed and will be deposited to the concerned.

Evan confirmed his glasses, "You haven't heard them yet? there's news about the leaking of the Word of God and the sound is a special warning to someone, namely Lady Quinn."

As the stamp used by the head of the Lombard family came to a halt, Bastien looked up at Evan standing in front of his desk. "What's? what's going to happen to Quinn?" ask Bastien again.

"Predicted Lady Quinn will obliterate her own Uncle and destroy the Ethereal kingdom. That's how it sounds."

"p?"

"But you don't have to worry too much, because the temple itself has not officially confirmed the news. Maybe in two to three more days they'll straighten this out."

"Hahaha, how can I possibly calm down?" Bastien clenched strong. He has brought evidence that Vincent once tried to eliminate Quinn. No matter if Raiden had explained that someone else had done it, but there was still a side in his heart that remained suspicious.

"You are old, Your Majesty. It is not good to think about something excessively or you will fall ill. You better get some rest."

"I'm good. You're too chatty, I'm not a frail old man."

Meanwhile Quinn had just finished reading a book in the library and wanted to return to her room to take a short nap. While humming a little and walking with light steps, suddenly someone held his right shoulder and pushed it against the wall quite hard.

"Uncle...? what was? why do you look so angry?" savero de Alger's eldest daughter Shuvillian smiled casually, but it looked like a mockery to Vincent.

"Don't joke! I know you were playing me! you've heard the Word of God, haven't you? tell me that you're planning my murder now!" Vincent firmly gripped both of Quinn's arms until the girl grimaced in pain.

"Uncle, why interrogate me? why didn't Uncle just ask the gods directly?" Quinn smiled obliquely at the sight of Vincent's eyes that were already flushed red from anger. "This is just a question. Does Uncle believe in Gods?"

"What?"

"Have you ever set foot in a temple and prayed to a God?" Quinn chuckled amusedly at Vincent's silence, "Now Uncle who doesn't believe in Gods, believes in his Word? it's so funny. For whatever sake, I never thought of eliminating Uncle."

"You think I can trust your words? you're a sneaky kid who likes to be a pebble in other people's streets!" his his hisses were full of emphasis.

"If Uncle doesn't believe me, what can I do. Just think about what Uncle wants. Kill me or be killed by me, as long as Uncle is happy." Quinn brushed aside Vincent's hand and passed away leaving him furious.

"Huh! of course I'll get rid of you first. You think I'd choose to sit still and wait for death to pick me up?!" Vincent has made his resolve.

After Vincent went away from the hallway, Quinn came out of her room to the kitchen. He spoke to the waitress who was asked by Vincent to try his food first, "Take this and use it according to the time I gave. Uncle has told you, in the future he will continue to use you, so I leave this important task only to you."

Quinn gave two bottles filled with different colors of liquid. One was red and the other was clear like river water.

"Are you sure you'll be okay, Your Majesty?" the man seemed hesitant and fearful that Quinn would be affected even worse.

"...."

Quinn already knew the man didn't want to take a big risk because he was afraid of being fired like some of his friends. "I'll give you a big salary. Your wife is very sick, right? I'll pay for all the treatment."

"...All right, I get it."

"Good," Quinn patted the man's servant's shoulder in delight. "It's time to start the game," Quinn's inner heart impatiently saw the next action of a Vincent who loved to put violence forward.

At the Santis temple this afternoon...

The temple predicted this would happen. Yes, the temple will always be filled with congregations who come to pray. To be honest they did not come with the intention of earnest, they were just on guard who knew the Pastor would reveal the meaning of the Word that came down while distributing holy water to drink.

What strengthened their opinion was the large number of nobles present while on an ordinary day they hardly ever showed their nostrils in the temple.

Today, after finishing the meeting, Christian is in charge of distributing the holy water that has been prayed for. He will do it when the congregation is about to go home after it has finished praying. Since this was not yet the time, Christian took a short break in the garden beside the temple.

The handsome young man with a calm aura looked down at something he had placed on his palm. "Huh," I don't know how long it is, his heart is feeling a little troubled.

The object in his grasp was an orange tulip petal that he had inserted into the crystal to remain a memento that could be remembered even though the age of the flower petals itself was already one year length of time. "The teacher doesn't come to see me anymore, maybe he's angry at my last words."

The chair Christian was sitting in was not far from the temple hallway, he could still hear some temple students passing by there. Faintly his ears began to hear an interesting conversation from some of the disciples in the Santis temple.

"Hey, have you heard the translation of the Word of God this time?"

"Yet. Does it mean good? I hope this year we have no trouble dealing with the plague."

"No. Turns out it means about a noble boy, you know. Um, if it's not a mistake to name Quinn."

"Eh? so specific...how does it sound?"

"He will kill his own uncle and destroy the kingdom."

"Huh?! h-hey, that's terrible. How could someone kill his own uncle? even the gods have warned him."

"I don't know either. But that Quinn guy said he had a bad image. Not long ago he was involved in a bad rumor with the Crown Prince."

Christian who was at that time attending a special meeting with the Great Priest as his companion stood surprised. "How did it get leaked?" actually not so original sound of his Word. Christian is only surprised because there are people who dare to spread rumors that are very controversial so especially with regard to linking the Word of God.

As we already know, the strongest supporter of this country is the spirit God and Christian adores him greatly. "A child of God will destroy Ethereal. It was the actual sound of the last piece of verse received by Reverend Halsen." he murmured softly.

His hands clenched tightly, "Who dragged Lady Quinn in this kind of rumor? if we don't publish it soon, maybe these rumors will mushroom and hurt Lady Quinn herself."

But, it is heavy for us to announce such a Word of God...

Christian went into a special room that only the High Priest and other high priests could enter. It is said that it is a prayer room where they pray and communicate directly with the Gods. Gods would be angry if the room was entered by anyone other than them.

Christian looked back and forth looking for something. "Map Halsen? You're here?" no answer was heard so he chose to go even deeper.

Pastor Halsen told him that he would pray until nightfall to be more steady in deciphering the remaining piece of verse. Inevitably, Christian replaced all the duties of the Great Priestess he served.

Christian's breath was choked when he found the person he had been looking for lying in front of the spirit God statue. "Recorder!" pekik Christian was shocked.

He shook the man's body, hoping that he was okay. "Mr Halsen! You hear me?!" Christian hurriedly checked his pulse and so on, "His heart rate is so weak, did he have a heart attack?!" Christian stands up to get the medicine in his room, but the young man is shocked when Halsen suddenly grabs his ankle.

The man's breathing was already dashed, his mouth opened and moving thinly as if he wanted to convey the final message.

"Recorder! You take it easy, I'll be right back and bring you the medicine untu— you want to say something to me?" Christian was anxious when Halsen squeezed his hand.

That extremely slow hoarse voice could no longer be heard even from less than fifty centi. As a result, Christian leaned over and placed his ear in front of Halsen's mouth. "Don't.let's.processi."

Christian knitted his eyebrows together, not understanding, "What process do you mean, Pastor?!"

"Don't. ever..."

After saying the last sentence, Halsen breathed his last breath. The nearly ninety-year-old old man died in a state still carrying anxiety.

"Mr...!"

The afternoon became a gray afternoon for the temple of Santis and its people. The news of Halsen's death, one of the Great Priests who received the piece, was loud and the news was widespread.

The rumors are getting worse as well. Quinn couldn't even control the situation anymore. "What really happened to the Great Priest?" Quinn tilted her head in confusion.

When present at the temple to follow the process of worship delivery of prayers for the deceased, Quinn who was undercover heard new rumors again.

"Is the verse he received too heavy to interpret?"

"Don't know. It's a pity for the fate of the Great Priest."

"It looks like the leaked Word of God is actually going to happen and it's a big warning."

"It may be because the Word this time to take the life of one of the Great Priestess who is the representative of God on earth."

Quinn was engrossed in eavesdropping on the conversation the nobles were having inside the prayer room. One that caught his attention was the presence of the uncle in the front row. His eyes glared and his body trembled.

Quinn's grin expands, "Hello, Uncle. Your angel of death is here, you know." whispered alone. Seeing that unease further satisfied Quinn.