Fake Princess
CHAPTER 93
“ Sorry,” Devan said with a smile. “ Are you okay?”
“ Yes,” I said, but my voice sounded slower than I intended. I could feel my neck burning, and I moved away from Devan before he could see my face. As I approached the door, I wondered what was going on with me.
Devan was right behind me, and with a groan he pushed the door open.
“ Keyhole…. Well, they must have known someone had come to this place. The keyhole is completely broken. We have to leave before they realize it.”
Devan glanced at me with a typical little smile on his face, and somehow my stomach suddenly turned upside down. “ Female please come first,” Devan added with a grin.
I took a torch from one of the skeletons next to the door, and Devan took another torch. Then, while gulping, I managed to use a spell to light a torch and step into the tomb.
Monuments built over centuries. The building is large, built to house the bodies of soothsayers for many years, and has not been filled. At the very least, whoever designed it did not think of putting each seer's body into his own stone coffin. Instead, open holes line the walls, each with intricate carvings around the date of the fortuneteller's lifetime. The light emanating from the torch twinkled around us as we looked around into the hole, looking for the most recent. In the nearest holes there are only a few left, only a piece of cloth that covers the bones. The sight, plus the cold and the uncomfortable smelling air from the tomb, gave me goosebumps. Not finding the seer's tomb we needed, we walked further and further into the tomb.
“ What will they do if they run out of places?” Devan asked while squinting his eyes at the number above one of the holes. “ Not this one.”
We were near the back of the hole that had been occupied when Devan called my name. “ Amelia ! I think I found it.”
I rushed over to him, lifting the torch to look at the year of death, then shivering with excitement and fear. A clean white shroud wrapped the astrologer's body from head to toe. There was dust and cobwebs that stained the plain cloth, but it was still fully fitted well.
“ Here it is. He said it was in the container, so let's go find.” However, after searching around the hole for a while, we got nothing. “ I think we should take off the shroud,” I said reluctantly.
Devan's shoulder twitched, but he put his hand on the cloth and pulled it. The fifteen-year-old shroud opened and revealed the body of the soothsayer.
The fortuneteller's body wasn't quite what I thought it was, and I realized that the monks must have preserved the body, or asked a witch to use a spell, before bringing it into the tomb. Dark colored hair stuck to the skull, I saw it before turning the gaze away from her face. For some reason, it felt impolite to look at his face. Instead, I focused on the rest of my body, a task that felt more difficult as the torchlight continued to flicker.
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