The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Fortune 76

Chapter 76

Yara grabbed Madison by the wrist and practically dragged her to the stonestele, pointing at the inscription with urgency.

"Look closely, the nine was carved by an expert of the mystic arts thousands of years ago!"

Madison glanced at the ranes and calmly nodded. "Ican break."

Yara was momentarily shocked into silence. Then, with a sharp, amat percing wall that made everyone's ears ring, she cried out, "why didn't you tell me cares? Madison responded with slight puzzlement, "You didn'task."

"You didn't think to mention It? I've been trapped in this cursed place for thousands of years! Thousands! The rune's power has only just begun to weaken enough for me to roam wound this village. "Who knows how many more mileena it will take before it completely loses its hold on me! At first, people used to visit my grave and talk to me. But eventually, this place became desolate "Those who died nearby were taken away by grim reapers. Only 1_"

Yara's voice cracked as she began to sob, "Only I was left behind. The grim reapers couldn't take me. They just abandoned me here. You could've freed me, but you didn't tell me!" Madison stood awkwardly, not entirely sure how to respond. She didn't feel it was her fact, but vara's secrow was so overwhelming

She took a step closer and gently patted wara's shoulder, trying to comfort her. I'm sorry."

Yara sniffled with her head down. "Sorry? What good is that? A simple apology won't break the rune."

"But can'

Yar's head snappedup,

we waiting for? Beek it now! I don't want to stay in this

realizing she might have

them enter the tomb, they were overjoyed and quickly

clear, and the sun shone

offerings-a

mix of excitement and worry. "That's an ordinary peachwood sword,

Sebastian reassured her, "musther."

"Madison is really

her doubts. "I remember that monk had all sorts of books with

glanced at her without a word, while Mia

too young to be confident of her capability. The monk she

think she is

reached snew level, and she added with even more enthusiasm, "Shelarks so

approached from a distance, wearing a long purple dess. Her hair was pinned up with a hairpin, with a few loose strands gently swaying in the breeze-Apart from the hairpin, she wore no other accessories. Yet, she gave off a simple