Chapter 372
He did indeed discover this, and inadvertently saw the meaning she was trying to convey.
"Mom, don't worry, Cynthia is fine, and Cynthia misses you all very much."
He thought that perhaps He should send down a divine decree to let her go home.
After bestowing the blessing, Lingwu prepared to leave.
But the king had already seen how many believers Lingwu could attract.
He said as Ling Wu had just stopped:
"The palace has prepared a sumptuous lunch for Her Majesty the Holy Maiden and His Holiness the Pope. I think the great God of Light would not want to see you praying to Him on an empty stomach."
In the first half of the sentence, the Caucasian's indifferent eyes were fixed on the pot-bellied king.
At the second half of the sentence, Caucasus slowly withdrew his gaze, tacitly agreeing with his words.
He had heard Nora say that Cynthia, at her age, should not go hungry.
Even if she hadn't finished learning the etiquette, she couldn't go hungry. Although Cynthia always finished ahead of schedule and performed admirably.
Munashe didn't care about this, even though he didn't like the group of dignified nobles in the palace.
But he would choose to follow Her Majesty Cynthia unconditionally, provided she agreed.
While the king was speaking, Lingwu's gaze was drawn to a pair of eyes.
Among the group of elegantly dressed princesses and princes, there was a petite little girl with a pair of eyes that were almost amber in color.
Those eyes looked strangely familiar.
Like the little crow that only appears on her windowsill in the dead of night, whenever she closes her eyes.
Even without feeling any closeness, the pale girl's gloomy aura and the eccentricity deliberately hidden beneath her eyes would still steal Lingwu's attention.
She must not have been liked by the other princesses and princes, otherwise there would not have been an empty space on either side of her that could accommodate a person standing.
This made her stand out.
The other princes, seeing Ling Wu staring at her, all frowned slightly.
Whoever wins the favor of Her Majesty the Saint will become the next king.
Originally, they only coveted the throne, but now the saintess's beauty and the golden power she easily wielded were even more precious treasures to them.
The queen's heart sank. She erased her disgust for the pale little girl and spoke gently:
“Your Holiness, her name is Serafina. She is the only bloodline left by my sister after she passed away unexpectedly three years ago.”
“I still remember the day I found Serafina; she was being pecked at by a flock of crows…”
As the queen spoke, her eyes filled with sorrow, "I'm sorry, I become so sad that I can't even speak coherently whenever I mention my sister."
She choked up.
Ling Wu nodded but did not reply.
So this little crow that could turn into a human, after being saved by her, also impersonated the bloodline left behind by the Queen's sister.
However, crows are a symbol of misfortune, and whether it's true or not, it shouldn't be said in front of her.
So the Queen's statement clearly indicates that she does not want Serafina to meet her approval.
Serafina blinked, and a blush, as vibrant as a red rose, quietly bloomed on her pale skin.
She had beautiful eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and lips that were as pale as her skin. Even though she looked malnourished, she still retained her beauty.
Like thorns that refuse to give up even in the darkest night.
Caucasus sniffed, hesitant, as if he had caught a very unpleasant dark scent, but he still couldn't pinpoint who it was.
Upon seeing this, Lingwu promptly accepted the lunch invitation, interrupting His search, and prepared to follow the King to the magnificent palace banquet.
The somewhat embarrassed queen wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, not angry, but secretly glanced at Serafina before leaving.
The warning message is strong.
Serafina shrugged, indicating that there was nothing she could do about it.
But when the Queen followed ahead with a cold face, Serafina raised her hand to cover her burning cheeks.
As she walked, she plucked leaves from expensive green plants in the palace and stuck them onto those amber-colored eyes.
She cheered wildly in her heart.
Look! Even though He turned into a human, she could still recognize Him at a glance!
If He had known she could recognize Him, He would have chosen a male body. He had heard the bald man under the sycamore tree say that opposites attract.
Serafina murmured softly, as if she regretted it.
However, the tone of voice was similar to the "cawing" sound of a crow.
At the banquet, Serafina's seat was far from the head seat.
Lingwu and her are almost like the beginning and the end of a story.
Lingwu gripped her knife and fork, offering no suggestion to have Serafina come to her side.
Seeing this, the anger in the Queen's eyes gradually faded, and she coldly swept her gaze over her children one by one.
At this moment, the king smiled broadly and suggested, "Your Majesty, in your opinion, would it be suitable for Serafina to become your study companion after you begin your studies?"
After her blessing ceremony at the age of three, Cynthia was about to start school.
As a saint personally chosen by the great God of Light, one must not only have perfect demeanor but also be learned.
In the long history of the temple, there had never been such a young saintess, so Cynthia entered the academy at the age of twelve after completing all her studies at the temple.
She said that as a saint, she should get close to believers and personally experience the world ruled by the God of Light.
Cynthia was a devout believer in the God of Light, but she still had some selfish desires of her own.
She hoped to have some time to visit the Duke of Léon, who was grieving the loss of his wife.
Ling Wu stopped mid-sentence, following the king's words, and looked at Serafina. She was about to speak when she was interrupted—
“Your Holiness, Leo Abelle has always admired you and wished to follow in your footsteps to devoutly believe in the great God of Light,” the Queen said.
Perhaps because Seraphia, whom Lingwu had her eye on, was a woman, the Queen also mentioned Leo Abelle, who was a princess.
She then started by talking about Tao Ruhua's identity, saying, "And there's You An. He really likes the ancient and mysterious Eastern culture, and his swordsmanship is superb. He was only eight years old when he was able to knock a lion to the ground."
The queen wanted to continue speaking, but the king's face had already turned cold.
Noticing this, the Queen glanced coldly at the King, but said nothing more, only explaining with a smile:
“Your Holiness is of noble status. There is only one Serafina. I am afraid that I would be disgracing your great name.”
At the very end, Serafina, no one could hear anything about the conversation that arose because of her.
Her pale face was almost buried in the food plate in Ling Wu's sight.
Serafina's pale fingertips gripped the golden knife and fork tightly, her thin, bony fingers protruding, making her look tense and uneasy.
Lingwu silently curled her lips into a smile.
Seeing her smile, the king and queen felt relieved.
This is definitely the case.
However, he did not nod until Ling Wu left.
However, the king and his entourage still had to give them a respectful send-off.
As someone at the very bottom of the royal palace, Serafina could only ever stand at the very back.
She hadn't cared before, but today...
The king and queen frowned as they looked at Serafina, who was crowding in front of them.
What prevented them from getting angry was that Serafina, who was standing in front of them, had her head down.
Only when Serafina heard the sound of the wheels turning did she muster the courage to lift her flushed cheeks.
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