CH 58

Looking at this, he could understand why the Mage’s Tower was dying to research him. ‘Not that I have any thoughts of joining in that.’

Their motives were the same in wanting to know about Eugendiph’s blood, but their final goal was completely different. the Mage’s Tower doubtless wished to create more successors of Eugendiph by researching his blood, whereas Estian desired to completely get rid of it so that no more beings such as he would exist in the world.

“Shall we cancel the audience today?” Kane asked cautiously at the sight of Estian’s stiffening face; anyone could tell that he was in an extremely foul mood at the moment. A moment later, Kane asked, “Or shall I bring Her Majesty the Empress over?”

“Yes, Cecile…” Estian responded unconsciously, but trailed off and looked up. “Why the talk of Cecile, all of a sudden?”

“I judged your mood would improve a little with the empress by your side.”

“What sort of…”

…Nonsense is that? But Estian could not finish his words and shut his mouth. As Kane said, he felt his mood would indeed improve with her by his side. In fact, he wanted her to be here. He had a feeling he could stop thinking about Eugendiph’s Blood in her presence. Estian’s thoughts struck him as odd. ‘Why, though?’

He was fond of Cecile to the degree of Kane making such suggestions as he did outright, and he did not deny this truth. He liked Cecile, but the problem was that he did not know why.

Because she was beautiful? Countless women had approached him to this day. Were none of them as beautiful as Cecile? No. He did not, however, feel the tiniest interest towards them at the time.

Was it because of her curious antics? It was indeed amusing to hear her practically asking for death from their first meeting, but what would have happened if someone other than Cecile had done such a thing? ‘The wedding would’ve become a funeral, no doubt.’

Estian grew ever more pensive upon reaching this point in thought. How strange. Why did he become so soft when it came to Cecile? He was not one to become so lenient towards something he took a liking to. Others might exclaim ‘That’s love!’ upon hearing his thoughts. Estian shook his head. Something was strangely bothering him.

“Shall I bring her over now?” Kane asked.

“No, leave her be.”

At that moment, there was a loud noise outside and Estian looked out the window; he saw a delegation of envoys entering through the imperial palace gates in the distance. 

He had to push his thoughts aside, for the time being, be it about Eugendiph’s Blood or Cecile. Right now, his priority was dealing with that delegation, where Richard was bound to have snuck himself into.

“Let’s see what great preparations you’ve made, then,” Estian muttered and clenched his fists as he thought of venting his foul mood on them.

* * *

“Eh, what the? Isn’t that Richard?” The saintess muttered to herself while watching the envoys come in. “What’s going on? I’m sure I didn’t write that Richard was to be among the delegation?”

The saintess took another look at the envoys in her confusion. Large letters were floating above the head of a certain man among the delegation.

[Name: Richard / Age: 486 / Occupation: Mage Lord / Status: Casting a transforming spell and a masking spell.]

The letters disappeared soon after the saintess blinked her eyes. “Wow. I never imagined that this is what True Sight looks like. It’s really like a game status window though.”

True Sight was one of the abilities she had originally given to the saintess in the novel, a power to discern the status or information of another in exchange for a great amount of holy power… Though in truth, she had not intended on giving the saintess such an ability at first; she had done so in a reckless attempt to bulldoze through a difficult part in her writing. Thanks to that, the power of the saintess ended up like something out of a game novel that did not belong here.

The saintess stared at Richard for a long time, but then hastily turned her head toward the wagon brought by the envoys. Once again, letters rose like before above the cover of the wagon.

[Name: Phantom Beast Egg / Hatching Condition: Contact with an individual of great power.]

‘That’s the same as in the novel I wrote… so why on earth is Richard meddling in this all of a sudden? Isn’t he supposed to be a sub male lead that appears midstory?’

The saintess slowly closed and opened her eyes, and she saw the letters no more. She had to stop her use of holy power; any further and Estian’s keen senses would catch on to the abnormality in the air. Besides, she had to use it sparingly as holy power was not infinite.

‘Well, this is enough.’ It would have been enough to confirm the phantom beast egg coming in as expected, but she ended up finding out the unthinkable. The saintess was uneasy seeing something not go as she had written, but in any case, the world had not yet strayed off the main path. ‘Only the way I’ve written leads to a happy ending, after all.’

With that thought in mind, she glared at the wagon entering the imperial palace again. According to her plot, ‘Chapter 2. I Stopped a Phantom Beast Attack’ would begin after roughly two hours. It was the sweetest part in the early stages of her story, as well as the part where Estian’s love deepened. There were many touching and touchy-feely moments to be had too, which was why…

“I’ve absolutely got to get into Cecile before that happens! I can’t miss out on this chapter!” She screamed.

The saintess’ war cry echoed against the imperial castle walls.

* * *

Looking at this, he could understand why the Mage’s Tower was dying to research him. ‘Not that I have any thoughts of joining in that.’

Their motives were the same in wanting to know about Eugendiph’s blood, but their final goal was completely different. the Mage’s Tower doubtless wished to create more successors of Eugendiph by researching his blood, whereas Estian desired to completely get rid of it so that no more beings such as he would exist in the world.

“Shall we cancel the audience today?” Kane asked cautiously at the sight of Estian’s stiffening face; anyone could tell that he was in an extremely foul mood at the moment. A moment later, Kane asked, “Or shall I bring Her Majesty the Empress over?”

“Yes, Cecile…” Estian responded unconsciously, but trailed off and looked up. “Why the talk of Cecile, all of a sudden?”

“I judged your mood would improve a little with the empress by your side.”

“What sort of…”

…Nonsense is that? But Estian could not finish his words and shut his mouth. As Kane said, he felt his mood would indeed improve with her by his side. In fact, he wanted her to be here. He had a feeling he could stop thinking about Eugendiph’s Blood in her presence. Estian’s thoughts struck him as odd. ‘Why, though?’

He was fond of Cecile to the degree of Kane making such suggestions as he did outright, and he did not deny this truth. He liked Cecile, but the problem was that he did not know why.

Because she was beautiful? Countless women had approached him to this day. Were none of them as beautiful as Cecile? No. He did not, however, feel the tiniest interest towards them at the time.

Was it because of her curious antics? It was indeed amusing to hear her practically asking for death from their first meeting, but what would have happened if someone other than Cecile had done such a thing? ‘The wedding would’ve become a funeral, no doubt.’

Estian grew ever more pensive upon reaching this point in thought. How strange. Why did he become so soft when it came to Cecile? He was not one to become so lenient towards something he took a liking to. Others might exclaim ‘That’s love!’ upon hearing his thoughts. Estian shook his head. Something was strangely bothering him.

“Shall I bring her over now?” Kane asked.

“No, leave her be.”

At that moment, there was a loud noise outside and Estian looked out the window; he saw a delegation of envoys entering through the imperial palace gates in the distance. 

He had to push his thoughts aside, for the time being, be it about Eugendiph’s Blood or Cecile. Right now, his priority was dealing with that delegation, where Richard was bound to have snuck himself into.

“Let’s see what great preparations you’ve made, then,” Estian muttered and clenched his fists as he thought of venting his foul mood on them.

* * *

“Eh, what the? Isn’t that Richard?” The saintess muttered to herself while watching the envoys come in. “What’s going on? I’m sure I didn’t write that Richard was to be among the delegation?”

The saintess took another look at the envoys in her confusion. Large letters were floating above the head of a certain man among the delegation.

[Name: Richard / Age: 486 / Occupation: Mage Lord / Status: Casting a transforming spell and a masking spell.]

The letters disappeared soon after the saintess blinked her eyes. “Wow. I never imagined that this is what True Sight looks like. It’s really like a game status window though.”

True Sight was one of the abilities she had originally given to the saintess in the novel, a power to discern the status or information of another in exchange for a great amount of holy power… Though in truth, she had not intended on giving the saintess such an ability at first; she had done so in a reckless attempt to bulldoze through a difficult part in her writing. Thanks to that, the power of the saintess ended up like something out of a game novel that did not belong here.

The saintess stared at Richard for a long time, but then hastily turned her head toward the wagon brought by the envoys. Once again, letters rose like before above the cover of the wagon.

[Name: Phantom Beast Egg / Hatching Condition: Contact with an individual of great power.]

‘That’s the same as in the novel I wrote… so why on earth is Richard meddling in this all of a sudden? Isn’t he supposed to be a sub male lead that appears midstory?’

The saintess slowly closed and opened her eyes, and she saw the letters no more. She had to stop her use of holy power; any further and Estian’s keen senses would catch on to the abnormality in the air. Besides, she had to use it sparingly as holy power was not infinite.

‘Well, this is enough.’ It would have been enough to confirm the phantom beast egg coming in as expected, but she ended up finding out the unthinkable. The saintess was uneasy seeing something not go as she had written, but in any case, the world had not yet strayed off the main path. ‘Only the way I’ve written leads to a happy ending, after all.’

With that thought in mind, she glared at the wagon entering the imperial palace again. According to her plot, ‘Chapter 2. I Stopped a Phantom Beast Attack’ would begin after roughly two hours. It was the sweetest part in the early stages of her story, as well as the part where Estian’s love deepened. There were many touching and touchy-feely moments to be had too, which was why…

“I’ve absolutely got to get into Cecile before that happens! I can’t miss out on this chapter!” She screamed.

The saintess’ war cry echoed against the imperial castle walls.