"Catherine, what exactly happened?" Vironica gripped Catherine's shoulders in front of the desk, her voice filled with disbelief, and her expression revealed unconcealed joy. A Saint-Level magical beast had cast a curse with its final breath—under normal circumstances, that should have been incurable.
Originally, Vironica had pinned all her hopes on the Holy City's Pope and had already prepared to pay a high price. The sudden miracle that fell from the sky left her momentarily flustered.
"It was the child beside Losiya who healed me," Catherine replied with a smile.
Vironica blinked unnaturally, and her dignified demeanor now seemed oddly comical. Clearly, she didn't believe Catherine's words, but the undeniable truth before her was hard to reconcile.
"Who?"
Catherine looked toward the room behind Vironica and said directly, "It was that boy named Julian who healed me."
Julian?
The unfamiliar name made Vironica even more puzzled.
