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,

for? Beek it now! I don't want to stay in this wretched place for

paused, realizing she might have been

and Rob learned that Yara was willing to let them enter the tomb, they were overjoyed and

was bright and clear, and the sun shone

front of the stone stele, adorned with five offerings-a large incense burner, a pair of candle stands, and he

a mix of excitement and worry. "That's an ordinary peachwood sword, right? Will

Sebastian reassured her, "musther."

"Madison

"I remember that monk had all sorts of

her without a word, while Mia repeated confidently,

were placing too much bith in Madison, who looked too young to be confident of her capability.

at her and think she is some sort

Mia's excitement reached snew level, and she added with even more enthusiasm,

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 elegance that