Chapter 86
With Garcia's suggestion, Granva also had an idea, but he was still considering it. His eyes darted around, and he didn't say much. He just looked distressed and begged Garcia to put in a good word for him in front of His Majesty.
Granva's knowledge of royal affairs was limited to his colleagues. He did know about the new king's coronation; he had seen him from afar during the grand ceremony but hadn't really looked at the crowned youth. The others assumed he also knew the new king came from the Papacy, and no one told him anything.
Garcia chuckled, "Why would Your Majesty concern yourself with such things?" His Majesty enjoys watching them himself, but it's not something he wants to do openly.
The old man sighed, secretly hoping it was so, but still focused on quickly training new talent.
The topic didn't continue. The Holy Son gave the results regarding the Central Mountain Range matter, and now it's up to the Royal Capital Academy to polish the story. Copperfield then went to ask if this matter could be publicized.
Sylvain pondered for a moment before saying, "I asked my father and he said I knew."
The other archbishops nodded subconsciously. The appearance of dragons was a matter of great importance. A few years ago, a group of beast tamers were very fond of magical beasts with dragon bloodlines, which created a trend. This year, it seems that things have calmed down, but that's because the news of the appearance of the artifact has diverted attention.
If the existence of the dragon cannot be exposed, the Royal Capital Academy has a hundred ways to give a perfunctory explanation to the outside world.
After dinner, Sylvain calmly headed deeper into the Papacy, where he and Veris's room was located. The others were used to it; things had been busy for a while when the Pope left, but things were much better now.
If you have nothing to do, shouldn't you go and rest?
Sylvain arrived at the building, first took a bath, then tidied himself up, put on a slightly thin robe, and activated the teleportation magic circle.
Mar City wasn't as lively as the capital after nightfall, not even comparable to some bustling districts. The inn wasn't full either; the dragon had gone off somewhere to have fun. Veris's room was, of course, the best of the best. After traveling these past few days, he wouldn't stoop to such a low standard.
The magic circle that created the barrier was something he set up casually out of habit. Everyone guarded against that magic circle, but he didn't guard against Sylvain. When Sylvain's teleportation circle lit up, the magic circle didn't react at all.
The person sleeping in the bed naturally didn't react.
Sylvain's breathing caught slightly as he walked to the bed, knelt down, and stared at the person on it.
Because he needed to rest, Veris didn't bother with any disguise. His white hair was loose, and his overly beautiful face seemed unreal, radiating a soft light that made the small room look like a divine palace, making mortals hesitate to enter.
Sylvain stared at it for a long time, then mentally sketched it for quite a while before finally feeling satisfied. He then went around to the other end of the bed and silently climbed into bed.
His position and movements were not insignificant. Veris sensed the movement on the bed, opened his eyes groggily, and turned to meet Sylvain's innocent green eyes.
"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.
“You haven’t rested for days again,” Sylvain said softly, leaning closer to Veris.
Veris pretended not to see the little trick and smiled: "That matter is neither a big deal nor a small one. Now that I've seen it, how can I let it go? The main army won't arrive for a few more days. Once we get into Salem, the journey will be much faster. It should take less than three days to reach Phoenix County."
As he spoke, Sylvain pressed himself against him, looking clean and fresh, probably having just taken a shower, and remained silent as he listened to him.
“Let Lortheran worry about it,” Sylvain said in a low voice after a long while.
"He still wants to go see for himself what the situation is like in Phoenix... Let's wait until things stabilize on the front lines. Let Long lead the way; it'll only be a matter of one night." Veris yawned; he was still sleepy.
After saying that, he tilted his head and fell asleep again.
Perhaps because Sylvain was beside him, and because he had indeed been exhausted these past few days, he slept more soundly, ignoring Sylvain's little antics on him.
When I woke up, it was daytime again.
Before Veris even opened his eyes, he found Sylvain clinging to him like an octopus, his aura wafting over him, somewhat hot and restless. He couldn't tell if it was the influence of the god of love or the lingering impulses of his human body.
However, his body wasn't entirely human, but Sylvain's body was definitely human.
Veris blinked, sensing something.
Oh……
He moved slightly, and Sylvain woke up. His confused look lasted only a moment before he released his grip on Veris's waist.
However, the next second, Veris sat up and looked at him, her white hair falling down, her heterochromatic eyes reflecting his face.
The small mole on her chin was rather eye-catching.
Sylvain calmly replied, "Good morning."
Veris looked at him, while his other hand was still groping under the covers. Soon, Sylvain's expression changed.
The white-haired youth raised an eyebrow, his hand moving under the blanket. Suddenly noticing something, he leaned closer and chuckled, "Your true form has emerged."
Black lines had appeared on Sylvain's handsome face. If a demon were here, he would recognize that the lines were very similar to the demon's totem.
Veris had mingled with Sylvain before, back in the Papacy, and he seemed quite nonchalant about it. Sylvain, on the other hand, had his ears burning red, which Veris found strange. After a moment's thought, he understood what was going on.
So he leaned closer and whispered next to the person's bright red earlobe, "Good boy."
Sylvain: "..."
After an unknown amount of time, Veris went to wash up while humming a song, while Sylvain remained lying on the bed in a daze, his face flushed as if he had been violated by a tyrant.
After a while, he got up, his fingers trembling slightly as he gathered his disheveled robes. Then he cast several cleaning spells, making the bed spotless, before sitting down on the edge of the bed to wait for Veris to return.
Veris washed up slowly and deliberately, his hair turning black again and falling smoothly down his side. It was easy to see from his handsome face that he was in a very good mood.
Teasing your childhood friend is definitely exciting.
His Holiness the Pope is becoming increasingly mischievous.
After he finished washing up and getting dressed, he came out of the bathroom and saw Sylvain sitting upright, looking somewhat unnatural.
Before Veris could speak, he preemptively mentioned the recent events at the Royal Academy and asked Veris if he wanted to reveal the existence of dragons.
Veris thought for a moment before saying, "Not for now."
Just as they were talking about the dragon, there was a loud and chaotic knocking on the door. Veris went to open the door and saw the dragon standing there, looking excited, so he stepped aside.
The dragon rushed into the bedroom and found Sylvain there as well. It opened its eyes wide, turned to look at Veris, and gave him a reproachful look.
Veris: "...?"
“I went to see Lortheran last night,” the dragon said.
"What do you want to do with him?" Veris asked, puzzled.
Long: "I went to give him a gift. I have a lot of gems. He told me that he went to look for Sylvain last night but he wasn't there. He said Sylvain must have gone to look for you."
It still remembered the embarrassing situation of Lortheran being bankrupted by him during that meal, so it immediately sent money to Lortheran.
"You really did ruin Sylvain after all," Long said with absolute certainty.
Veris said with a stern face, "What are you talking about? What nonsense has Lortheran been spouting at you again?"
Long was shocked: "How do you know it was Lortheran who said it?"
Veris was helpless against the dragon's fluctuating intelligence. He turned around and saw Sylvain still sitting there, looking at him, and then at the dragon.
The dragon blinked, but didn't go in. Instead, it turned and ran away, saying, "I'm going to check out the glass stones sold in the market. They look so beautiful."
They even remembered to close the door.
Veris shook his head and looked at Sylvain: "Doesn't the Papacy have any official business today?"
Sylvain pursed his lips. Of course, he did, but he was reluctant to go back... especially when he was with Veris, that reluctance only intensified.
But he also knew that the affairs of the Papacy were of great importance, so he didn't reveal much. He simply nodded and obediently said, "I'll go back in a bit. There's not much to do today."
Veris looked him over, his face gradually turning red again. Hearing the young man's soft laughter, he couldn't help but lower his eyes.
"Let's go back," the young man said.
But by then, the person had already walked up to him, reached out, and undid the two buttons on his shirt that were fastened incorrectly.
Sylvain felt even more embarrassed, and this dizzying sense of bewilderment reached its peak after hearing Veris's next words.
All I heard was that man's flippant voice: "If you like it, you can try it more. As your godfather, I still have a responsibility to guide you."
Sylvain practically fled in panic.
After laughing enough in the room, Veris took out a hat, put it on, and prepared to go have breakfast.
The consciousness of reincarnation probably appeared after Sylvain woke up, but it was all the same for Veris.
The customs of Marchen differ slightly from those of District Eleven, being closer to those prevalent in the northern part of the continent, including their cuisine. Veris, however, never frowned at food; he found a small restaurant, sat down, ordered bread and cream of vegetable soup, and began wondering where to go next.
Oh, right, I should go check on that couple.
Veris estimated the distance. Uther's parents lived some distance from Mar, closer to the west, and further from the route that Lortheran's army would inevitably take. Moreover, the couple never publicly announced that their son was the Archbishop of the High Church.
Logically, Uther could have brought his parents to live in the capital, but the couple refused. They guarded their family's estate, cut off ties with a large number of relatives, and lived a very comfortable life with their large rose estate.
While they were having breakfast, the dragon came again. When it saw Veris eating breakfast, its eyes lit up, and it ran to the counter and bought all the ingredients that the owner had prepared.
It will be noon soon, and it's not uncommon for breakfast ingredients to be left until noon, but the boss is naturally all smiles if he can get rid of them.
Long sat down opposite Veris and said with great interest, "I took a walk outside and heard people say that the army will pass through Mar City tomorrow, and the city lord is going to be in big trouble."
Veris looked up: "Why do you say that?"
The dragon told Veris what he had found out and what Lortheran had told him the night before: "The lord of Mar is a relative of Duke Salem. When Duke Salem went to the capital two years ago, he also took the lord of Mar with him. The lord of Mar has a bad temper and has offended many nobles, but because of Duke Salem, those nobles tolerated it."
"Unexpectedly, at the last palace banquet, the Lord of Mar took a fancy to the wife of Earl Reed's son, cornered her and tried to make a move, but was slapped so hard his head was turned into a pig's head. Enraged, he was then beaten up by Viscount Reed, who arrived later. That's how the feud began."
Veris frowned. Two years ago, he was still in Albion and had never heard of these royal gossips.
Long also asked, "Guess how old the city lord of Mar is?"
Veris hesitated: "Thirty or forty?"
"Wrong! He's the same age as Earl Reed, in his seventies or eighties!" Long laughed heartily. "When the Lord of Mar left, he threatened Earl Reed, saying he would seek revenge if he came to the capital again. And look at him now! Earl Reed led tens of thousands of troops through Mar. The Lord of Mar is terrified."
Veris exclaimed in surprise, "Has this become common knowledge?"
Long waved his hand: "No, that's not true. All everyone knows is that the city lord of Mar City has made an enemy of Earl Reed in the capital, and everyone keeps saying that the city lord is going to be in trouble this time."
As for the reason for the feud, that's up to everyone's imagination.
Veris thought for a moment and sighed, "Mar City is quite a distance from the border, but I didn't expect the army to be so fast."
Dragon: "Loseran has ordered them to hurry to Phoenix. I guess Earl Reed won't have time to cause trouble for the Lord of Mar City."
Veris shook his head: "He won't go looking for trouble, but the city lord of Mar is a scaredy-cat right now, and will most likely provoke us."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "As long as it's not a big deal, it's none of our business. We need to keep going."
The waiter brought over a tray, and the table was immediately filled with plates of food. The dragon didn't seem to care about continuing its journey. The food in Mar City wasn't as good as the food in the capital. It wouldn't be happy if it had to stay here.
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Author's Note: The reincarnated holy son is exceptionally pure.
The evil pope was ecstatic (not really).
See you tomorrow! [kiss]
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