Chapter 305 Sinking
Harris, a count of the Prussian King's Knights, was a renowned figure within the order. He usually spoke to people with an air of humility and composure, but even towards the priests of the temple, the aura of a "hero" had altered his mindset.
However, the vice-commander of the King's Knights, who was revered and praised wherever he went, received no respect whatsoever from Saintess Heather. He even bowed slightly, only to receive a few cold words in return.
"If you're sick, you should see a doctor. Why are you coming to me?"
"Your Highness Heatherine, Princess Reese's illness is very serious. His Majesty the King has summoned the best doctors in Prussia, but none of them can cure her. They have no choice but to turn to the Temple for help. The Temple's holy light is the purest light and can cure all diseases."
Earl Harris spoke respectfully, his unspoken message being, "Doesn't your temple claim that the Holy Light can sweep away all evil? Why can't it cure the Queen's illness?"
“If it’s about healing, the priests of the temple are enough. I can’t help you. You shouldn’t have asked me for help.” Heather waved her hand coldly, indicating that Harris could leave.
“Your Highness Heatherine, your reputation has spread throughout the entire Western Continent. You are the master of light, and you have cured countless people of all kinds of diseases. Why can’t you condescend to visit our poor Princess Reese and grant her ‘divine favor’?” Harris was anxious, and his words were inevitably somewhat agitated.
“My holy light is better suited for battle, and its healing ability is no stronger than that of High Priest Hook of this temple. Besides, does a despicable person deserve the favor of the gods?”
Earl Harris stared blankly at Heather, mouth agape. He couldn't understand why the legendary benevolent saint was so harsh and cold.
"Your Highness, you may refuse to treat our Queen, but please do not tarnish her reputation," Harris finally snapped out of his daze and said angrily.
Heatherine stared coldly at the enraged Harris, gritting her teeth as she said, "Did Sisleyt Ulier really use sorcery to seduce your Prussian princess? Heh heh heh!"
Hearing Saint Heather's chilling laughter, Harris felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The royal family had dealt with Princess Reese's affair with that handsome royal advisor in the most brutal way, and very few people knew about it. How did it get to Saint Heather's ears?
“A harlot, in a life-or-death situation, falsely accuses her lover to defend herself. Do you think I need to treat such a person, Earl Harris?” Saint Heatherine’s words made Earl Harris feel even more ashamed.
Heatherine harbored extreme hatred for Princess Reishi. If Princess Reishi hadn't falsely accused Sisley Uliel of seducing him, how could he have fled to the Temple in grief and anger? If he hadn't fled to the Temple, how would he have met his teacher, Saintess Thea? And how could she have personally captured her most beloved and respected teacher and brought her back to the Temple?
Earl Harris returned to a courtyard of the temple, dejected. He desperately wanted to go back and confront Saint Heather, to argue that Princess Reese, whom he valued most, was not a "harlot," but he couldn't resist Heather's disdainful gaze.
"Your Highness Princess Mizuki, I am powerless to help you with your condition, or rather, it's not an illness at all... it's more like a... curse..."
The high priest of the Strasbourg Great Temple, Hook, said "excuse me" to a woman and came out, nodding as he passed Count Harris, showing great manners.
Earl Harris, no longer bothering to return the greeting, grabbed Hook's robe and said anxiously, "A curse? Our queen is cursed? Isn't the Temple the best at exorcising evil? How can they not cure the queen?"
Hook calmly brushed Harris's fingers aside and said indifferently, "This curse doesn't belong to humans. You should ask your queen what kind of aliens she has been in contact with!"
Harris was stunned again. "An alien? That damned Sithrew Uriel, that damned half-elf."
"Harris, stop bothering Lord Hook. I'm ready to accept my fate."
A seductive voice, so alluring it sparked endless fantasies, drifted into Harris's ears.
Harris immediately shrugged off High Priest Hook and strode into the house with the standard gentlemanly steps, his posture elegant and his gait composed, but his eyes were burning with desire.
“Your Highness, the High Priest of Gertrasburg cannot cure your illness, nor can the Roman Temple. I will protect you until you recover!” Harris knelt on one knee to pay the highest respect to the princess, but instead of bowing his head, he raised it and stared at her with adoration.
It was an excessively pale face; the sickly complexion made her already exquisite features even more pitiful. Her eyes, as alluring as autumn water, seemed to whisper secrets, compelling you to listen to her innermost thoughts.
"Harris! You heard it too, I'm not sick, I'm cursed, and I'm afraid... I won't be able to play the piano for you anymore."
The woman's tone was extremely resentful, instantly activating Harris's hero mode.
“Your Highness, if the world were without your music, all the nightingales of Prussia would weep, and all musicians would shed tears. You cannot abandon yourself... and those... who love you.”
Princess Ruixi, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, murmured, "Even the High Priest of the Temple can't help me, what hope do I have? Should I go and beg that saint who only likes killing? You should know that the only one with purer holy light than High Priest Hook is that madwoman."
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