Chapter 85 Family, Friends True family understands each other...
Saint Vasoch Cathedral.
In the quiet prayer room, light shines through the rose windows, leaving behind a variety of gorgeous colors on the white floor.
Benedict stood in front of the statue of the goddess, closed his eyes and prayed devoutly.
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the statue of the goddess.
Suddenly, a voice came from my mind: "You should stop her from becoming a marquis."
Benedict lowered his eyes and whispered, "This is not contrary to what I want, Goddess."
There was no more voice in his mind. He took a few steps back and didn't look at the goddess statue again. The moment he turned around, a dark light flashed in his light purple pupils.
He turned his back to the statue of the goddess and glanced at the things on the cabinet at the door of the prayer room. It was an invitation to the investiture ceremony of Vifia Kesley, which was tomorrow.
The first female marquis of the empire?
In the conference hall that day, he was sure that she had no prior knowledge that the Marquis would pass the title to her, and she immediately made the decision to kill everyone who left early.
It is said that soon afterward, she replaced a large number of powerful nobles, and no one objected to her decision.
It was impossible for such a big move to go unanswered, but no one refuted it because the family's surname was Kesley.
From the intelligence he had gathered, the aristocratic network in the territory of Seronil, led by the Kesley family, was extremely distorted.
A deformed fan, but she used it perfectly.
He opened the door of the prayer room and walked out. Sure enough, he was still jealous.
He knew exactly what he was jealous of her for.
"Are you really not going to tell me about Vifia?"
There were voices coming from the front, it was Raylord and Neve.
Neve didn't respond, she just stood there quietly.
"Come on, Miss Neve, we are already companions, aren't we?"
She still ignored Reilold's entanglement and turned to look at Benedict who was walking towards her: "I said, I didn't join you to kill her."
"I will not kill her, nor will I lay hands on her again."
Benedict stood beside them and did not deny what he said to Neve: "Of course, this is the premise of cooperation."
Lei Luode pulled at the wound that had just opened again, turned his face away with disinterest in her conversation with the Pope, and didn't let them see the contempt in his eyes. He thought he could hear more about Vifiya from Neve, but she kept her mouth shut.
"Her investiture ceremony is tomorrow. Do you want to go and see it?" Benedict said lightly.
Hearing this, Lei Luode looked over with interest, only to see that Neve quickly refused: "No."
After getting her answer, Benedict was about to leave, but Reilold couldn't help but call him: "I'm going."
Benedict stopped and saw that his expression hadn't changed: "You can't."
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"Why should I come too?" Marin stared at Arnold, who had already placed his weapons and armor in front of the altar in the Cathedral of Saint Vasok. She glanced at the two people next to her calmly. Vifiya said their names were Isidore and Kaharun.
She couldn't help but mutter, "I'm not his sister."
Kaharun listened to her voice and heard Isidore beside him whispering the same question: "Why did you ask us to come?"
Kaharun couldn't help but close his eyes. He could tell that Isidore didn't mind the trouble of this matter, nor did he not want to accompany Arnold on this trip. He was just simply wondering why he had to have someone accompany him instead of being alone.
He explained to Isidore in a low voice: "Because this requires the company of relatives and friends. When he truly embarks on the path of knighthood, he is not alone, not now, not in the future." Well, he remembered that this was written in the book.
On the eve of his knight's coronation, Arnold needs to "guard" his weapons and armor in front of the altar for a whole night, pondering all the procedures of tomorrow's ceremony and his plans after becoming a knight. He also needs to confess devoutly to the goddess and purify his soul.
He looked at Arnold's back as he put on a red robe. Although they met because of Vifiya and they didn't spend much time together, it was undeniable that Arnold was unexpectedly reliable.
They knew that Arnold had a sister, and that his sister should have been present at such an occasion in person, but he refused her wish to come. Although they could more or less guess the reason, no matter what the reason was, a family like them who depended on each other for survival would probably be very angry if they couldn't come to such an important family occasion, right?
Although Kaharun could not put himself in the shoes of his own family, if he put himself in the shoes of Isidore or Salis, he could understand this emotion.
"Friends?" Isidore muttered to himself, "Does this make us friends?"
He turned his head and saw Isidore's somewhat puzzled gaze moving from Arnold to him.
His heart suddenly beat harder, and Kaharun's eyes lit up. Did Isidore suddenly realize that they were friends?
Unfortunately, Isidore quickly turned his gaze elsewhere.
Kaharun couldn't deny that he was feeling depressed. He was a normal person, at least compared to Isidore.
He had always been very clear that Isidore was different from other people. He didn't care about words like friends, family, and lovers, or rather, he never cared about these things in his heart.
No, strictly speaking, he is a jerk and he doesn't care about the emotions other people have for him.
This is fatal for a normal person. No matter what kind of emotion it is, it needs to be responded to.
This was also the reason why Kaharun almost gave up on becoming friends with Isidore. He also wanted his friends to loudly declare that they were friends! They were good friends!
Even though Isidore responded to him now and showed that he cared about him at certain times, he still never said that they were friends.
Isidore was just used to having a man named "Kaharun Aiken" around him and didn't mind the traces this man left in his life.
A person will involuntarily categorize the people they meet into categories such as strangers, friends, and family, and then label those people within these categories, such as a stranger with a good personality, a stranger who kills innocent people, or an indifferent family member...
Kaharun didn't know how Isidore categorized him. Perhaps Isidore didn't even have any categorization. After all, except for Vifiya, everyone else seemed the same to him.
He secretly took a deep breath and said to Marlene and Isidore: "Let's go."
The rest is up to Arnold.
Neither of them disputed his words.
The sky had completely darkened, but the snow still did not stop. Believers had already lit candles at the entrance of St. Vasoke Cathedral.
The snow finally subsided a lot, and people came out for walks on the streets. There were people coming and going on the streets, and you could hear them talking about tomorrow's absurd ceremony with great relish.
"The first female marquis in the empire."
"The first commoner to become the personal knight of a great noble."
Everyone has different opinions on this. Some are curious, some don't understand, and some hold the greatest malice...
Vifiya was unwilling to pay attention to these things. She didn't care about people's speculation about her. She had too many things to care about, and human energy was limited.
The fire crackled in the fireplace, spreading warmth throughout the room.
Vifiya's eyes fell gently on Bailey, and she asked with concern: "Are you still angry?"
Arnold's sister, Bailey, lowered her head, clutched her skirt at her knees with both hands, her fingertips turned white, her eyes were red, and she was trying hard not to lose her composure in front of Vifia.
The person who was in the same room with her now would become a real nobleman tomorrow. She should have replied, but she was afraid that she would lose her composure if she opened her mouth.
The exquisite dessert on the table was pushed over, and the lady said gently, "Would you like to try it? Arnold said you like sweet food. If you don't like this, I'll ask the kitchen to make something else and send it over."
Bailey shook her head, slowly picked up the dessert, and took a light bite from the edge. This was the most delicious dessert she had ever eaten, even better than the one at Miss Langley's. But why was it so hard to swallow?
Vifiya didn't force her. She asked, "If I say Arnold is doing this for your own good, will you accept it?"
Vifia's eyes fell on her hand which tightened slightly again. Yes, how could she accept this?
"I know." Bailey's voice was as soft as a mosquito and trembling. "I know."
She knew her brother had always been like this.
Bailey's hand holding the dessert couldn't help shaking. She put the dessert back on the table and apologized quietly: "Sorry, miss."
At this moment, Vifiya didn't know how to comfort Bailey. She had been in the Kesley family for so long that she suddenly didn't know how to deal with normal family affection.
Should I tell the truth? Vifiya hesitated.
Bailey raised her eyes and looked gently at Vifiya opposite her. She seemed to be distressed. Was she distressed because of her?
In fact, she admired the lady in front of her very much, a lady who could become a marquis, a lady who dared to bring civilian knights to the palace to share the glory with her.
She is amazing.
She understood this very well, and was also more aware of the gap between them and this young lady.
Their identities were very different, and she had no idea how her brother got involved with such a noble lady.
"I just don't understand why my brother doesn't want me to go with him?" Bailey said. They are obviously family, they depend on each other, and they are each other's only relatives in this world.
At such an important moment in her family's life, she was prevented from being present.
Whatever happens, they can face it together.
She also wanted to do something for her brother.
"We..." Bailey raised her head, her eyes full of determination, "We are family."
Vifiya looked at her and said, "Even so, I won't let you go."
Family.
Real family members understand each other.
It seemed like someone had said this to her before, but I couldn't remember who it was.
But Arnold's concerns were correct; it would be dangerous for him to be loyal to her.
She had only wanted Arnold to have the same starting point as the noble knights, so that with his talent, he could jump high with the help of her as a springboard.
But he used his intuition again and again, intervened and helped her plans again and again, and he took the initiative to jump into the whirlpool of her life.
Her so-called desire to repay his past kindness to her did not seem fair to him.
Because she ignored his wishes and his determination as a knight.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, hitting the window.
Marlene leaned against the door, fiddling with the dagger out of boredom.
In the corner of the balcony where they couldn't see, Isidore, who had used invisibility magic, let the snowflakes stay on him.
friend.
He repeated these two words again in his heart.
He could sense that Kaharun was in a low mood at that moment. Why?
Maybe he should do something, but he didn't know what.
If it were Vifiya, what would she do?
After returning to college, he still couldn't figure it out and felt a little uneasy inside.
When he came to his senses, he had already arrived at the place where she was.
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