Chapter 107 Clean
The way Callisto pulled his hand out was a delight to watch, and even though he was just sitting on the grass at the moment, he still had a natural elegance.
When the light violet eyes looked at Xia, they were still as calm as he was familiar with, just like the look in Callisto's eyes every time she looked up at him.
However, his light words gave Xia a splitting headache, and he even wondered if he was hallucinating.
How could His Holiness say such things to him?
Obviously, clearly the blood from his palm just now rubbed against Your Majesty's hand, but Your Majesty did not show any dissatisfaction?
Why did he say that just because he rubbed his hand with his cheek?
His face didn't get dirty when he fell just now.
His cheeks are clean.
Xia stretched out his hands blankly, with his arms hanging in the air like a clown in a circus that was suddenly stopped.
His expression froze on his face, and then turned into a forced smile that looked like crying and laughing.
“W-what…?”
Callisto did not answer.
His eyes fell on his hand again, and a soft white handkerchief appeared.
The handkerchief was soaked with magic power and had just the right temperature to touch the skin.
Callisto held the handkerchief and wiped his hands slowly.
His movements were as graceful and calm as when he was praying in the temple, as if Xia, who was kneeling beside him with tears streaming down her face, was just a piece of air that was not worth noticing.
Xia could only look at Callisto helplessly, trying to gain his mercy with her tears.
After wiping off the blood stains, Callisto did not stop, and took out a square handkerchief to continue wiping the fingers that were not stained with blood.
"Milk chocolate..." Lu Yi, who was lying on Callisto's lap, moved slightly and murmured, "Soft..."
His voice was very low, but in such dead silence it seemed particularly clear and loud.
Callisto paused slightly, then gently moved Lu Yi to the grass.
He stood up, his long platinum-blond hair cascading down like a waterfall, and his crisp lavender robe was spotless.
Callisto stretched out his hand toward Xia, holding a plain white handkerchief between his fingertips.
"Xia, you lost your composure."
Xia took the handkerchief with trembling hands. The cold temperature spread from the handkerchief to his fingertips and then to his heart.
He didn't know why things turned out like this.
Callisto's handkerchief should be warm, carrying his powerful magic.
Instead of being so cold and without any warmth.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I lost my composure. I was in a bad mood..." Xia choked.
Callisto said nothing. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "There won't be a next time."
"good……"
As Xia spoke, she wiped her tears with the cold Supa.
"There won't be a next time..."
Callisto glanced at him, turned around, bent down and picked up Lu Yi who was lying on the grass.
He said nothing, and calmly passed by Xia while holding Lu Yi in his arms.
Xia suddenly turned her head and looked at their departing backs.
But until the two figures completely disappeared from his sight, he did not wait for Callisto to turn back, and he did not even pause for a moment.
Not even once.
…
His Holiness the Pope, dressed in a lavender robe, walked quietly into the depths of the palace.
He held Lu Yi steadily, as easily as if he was holding a kitten in his arms.
The drunk Lu Yi grabbed his collar, as if he was addicted to rubbing it, and rubbed his cheek against the soft and silky fabric on his chest from time to time.
The wealth of the Holy See is not only reflected in the solemn and magnificent temples, but also in all aspects.
For example, the Pope’s food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Even though Pope Callisto was not a materialistic person, and even made it clear on many occasions that he did not need any luxurious treatment, his followers still stubbornly gave him the best.
The lavender robe he wore looked plain and elegant, but it was made of the most expensive and precious Soft Cloud Cotton. The raw material only appeared in the coldest Far North, and the annual output was no more than half a meter. It was a precious material that was priceless in the market.
The most notable feature of this soft cloud cotton forging is its softness and comfort.
No wonder the drunk Lu Yi couldn't help but rub his clothes all the time.
Again and again.
Callisto, who was walking slowly, suddenly stopped.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at Lu Yi in his arms.
Lu Yi must be drunk.
His cheeks were abnormally flushed, his tightly closed eyes were tinged with a faint pink, and his slightly opened lips were the color of roses, revealing the faint white teeth and scarlet tip of his tongue.
Just like the strange succubus that feed on human souls as described in the banned books of the Vatican.
It is desire, an existence that cannot be seen, thought or approached.
If you get close to him, you will be bewitched, devoured, and dragged into the most terrifying abyss.
But Callisto, the Pope of Light, who is known as the light of mankind, could not take his eyes away at this moment.
His gaze grew deeper, and his indifference took on an unspeakable meaning.
The intoxicated Lu Yi seemed to be aware of his gaze and rubbed his collar a little harder, making the feeling of being rubbed on Calisto's chest more obvious.
The collar of his shirt was slightly wrinkled by Xia, but Calixto still indulged Lu Yi's actions.
For some unknown reason, Callisto reached out and touched Lu Yi's cheek.
Sure enough, Lu Yi followed the source of the warmth and rubbed the back of his hand.
Callisto's hand moved slightly, and his fingertips rested on Lu Yi's closed eyes.
"Your Majesty?"
A surprised voice sounded.
Callisto was suddenly awakened by the fact that he had been distracted to this extent.
The cardinal has already walked up to him!
The surprise lasted only for a moment, and when he raised his head again, Callisto had regained his composure.
"Bishop Hayden, what's going on?"
Cardinal Hayden shook his head, but he could not hide the surprise on his face.
In other words, he had no intention of covering it up at all.
Hayden couldn't help but glance at the person in Pope Callisto's arms. He caught a glimpse of the face under the golden hair and his breathing stopped for a moment.
Callisto noticed his gaze, frowned slightly, and calmly adjusted the position of Lu Yi in his arms so that his cheek was completely facing his chest.
"Bishop Hayden?"
"Ah, oh, nothing, nothing! I just saw from afar that he looked like the Pope, so I came to say hello. May the God of Light be with you..."
Hayden's face was filled with even greater surprise, but due to Callisto's authority he dared not ask any more questions and could only answer haltingly.
He wanted to take another look at the person in the Pope's arms, but Callisto nodded and continued walking.
"May the God of Light be with you, Bishop Hayden. I have something else to do, so I won't stay any longer."
"Okay, okay! Your Majesty, take care. May the God of Light be with you!"
Under the watchful eyes of Hayden and the two nuns behind him, Callisto held Lu Yi and moved forward steadily.
The nuns behind Hayden were exactly the two nuns in black robes and white robes that Xia had met before.
They looked at each other, and the man in black robe hesitated and said, "Is that Lord Xia in your Highness's arms? The clothes don't look a bit different, and the hair doesn't look a bit different either..."
"No." Hayden in front of them immediately denied it, "It's not Xia."
"Eh? Isn't it Lord Xia? But we just saw Lord Xia? We even showed him the way..."
"Yes, yes, Bishop Hayden, didn't Your Majesty extend the flowering period of the osmanthus flowers for Lord Xia?"
Hayden sneered softly, shook his head meaningfully and said, "That's not true. You two hide in the Vatican every day and you really don't care about what's happening outside at all..."
The black-robed nun and the white-robed nun looked at each other and said, "Bishop Hayden, please stop being so mysterious!"
Archbishop Hayden was the best-tempered bishop in the Vatican, and the two nuns were not as afraid of him as they were of other bishops.
"Brayside recruited a bright and talented freshman this year," Hayden said.
The nun in white robes blinked. "I know. That lord is Lord Xia's elder brother, right? I heard that he seems to be a person with a bad temper and difficult to get along with..."
Hayden resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Then why haven't you heard that His Majesty has repeatedly invited him to the Vatican?"
"Ah?" The nun in white robe was stunned.
"Last month, His Majesty attended the award ceremony of the Braeside Freshman Competition as a special guest. At the award ceremony, he invited the champion of the freshman competition to come to Kadivan to enjoy the award."
"Who else could the person in His Majesty's arms be?"
The black-robed nun swallowed her saliva and said softly: "...It's Master Lu Yi."
"It's Louis Klein."
The author has something to say:
Sorry, sorry, my wives QAQ. Something unexpected happened in the three-dimensional world. I was still dazed on the high-speed train and haven’t finished writing the update. I’m really sorry QAQ
As compensation, can you please double the update time and add two chapters? QAQ
I will never announce in advance that I will update more. There are always unexpected situations that slap me in the face QAQ My face hurts (whispering
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