Chapter 694 693. A Conqueror And A Giant Approaches

Chapter 694 693. A Conqueror And A Giant Approaches

"Old man!" "..." Sylvester looked behind himself and then back at the girl with blonde hair and golden eyes just like him. "What do you mean by old man? I'm not even thirty."

"I mean... In my mind, you are an old man," Diana replied and opened the door fully. "I didn't expect you to visit me... I thought that—" n-)0VelB1n

"I forgot about you?" Sylvester finished her words. He could smell the nervousness despite her trying her best to appear calm. This was the little girl who, alongside her younger brother, tried to assassinate him all those years ago. Oddly, she and her brother had the rare golden eyes. "Normally, anyone would." "Normally, people don't adopt every orphan they meet," Sylvester said, walking into her house. "I knew you were taking the Judge recruitment exam, Diana. I was watching over you all this time and cheering for your success. I'm very proud of what you have accomplished."

The scent of happiness flared up in the air and a bright beaming smile lit up on Diana's face. She had grown up beautifully. Tall, fit, and pretty—any man would be blessed to have her by his side. Of course, they need to be vetted by the mighty Pope first. "Ah... Please take a seat." She just realized they were still standing near the door, inside now. Quickly, she grabbed Sylvester's hand and pulled him over to the living room. "I'll bring you water and something to eat."

'Still acting like a kid.' Sylvester chuckled and took a seat while looking around. 'It seems Judges are granted pretty good houses.' He noticed a few portraits on the wall as well. Some had her brother, and a few were his mass-produced images from the newspapers. There was even the special edition first page that had his entire face from coronation day. It was purposefully printed so people could cut it and keep it, remembering him firmly. "I got some biscuits," Diana returned with a glass of water, juice, and biscuits. "Have you had dinner?"

"Calm down, girl. I came to see you, not to make you work. Just sit with me and talk," Sylvester said, perfectly sounding like an old man. However, he avoided saying her name, as it always reminded him of another Diana. Diana sheepishly took a seat opposite Sylvester and kept her back straight. "I understand, Your Holiness."

"Just call me Sylvester or brother since I'm not that older than you," Sylvester suggested while sipping some of the juice. "What were you doing? Seeing all the lights on, I don't think you were sleeping." She nodded vigorously. "I was writing down a few verdicts for tomorrow's hearings, Your... Brother. I'm a District Judge, and I preside over cases that are related to crimes less than murder, sexual assault, or slavery."

"All the crimes that don't involve a death sentence, you mean?" Sylvester understood. It was expected since Diana was still a new judge. "How is the new job? Anything you want to report to the Pope? Any suggestions? Or maybe some complaint?"

Diana looked down, rubbing her hands together. "I... I wanted to ask how you're going to stop judges from saving their families. I've heard that multiple judges have gotten together already to help each other as their families live in each other's jurisdiction."

Leyon smacked the butt of his sword on Keilib's head and knocked him out. "You foolish man. Despite having been a slave, you misunderstood the combined might of the people. The east shall fall, just as the west did."

"What of the faith?" A man voiced from behind Leyon, donning loose noble robes of white and red, with a mask of a golden crow on his face. "I have spent too much money on you for you to lose now." "Pope Sylvester can't be taken lightly, of that I agree. But even he requires a reason to meddle, and I won't give him one. Use whatever means you have and ensure no civilian dies, no atrocity is inflicted, and no Clergyman is harmed," Leyon ordered the mysterious figure. "Do that, and you shall have the prize you so dearly desire."

"Good." The mystery man turned and left, "I will see you in Gracia then."

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At the same time, in Beastaria, the son of the King of Giants tried to make his way toward the western shore of the continent and catch a ship to the Holy Land. But somewhere in the middle, he lost all his money and had to look for it. "Wraaaa!" He roared and slammed his metal club on the tiny, green creature with long ears and nose. There were so many that, even after having created a mountain of their dead bodies, more had come and climbed over. Boom!

"What are these dumb things? They're like ants!" Prince Castell Gralith wondered while massacring the creatures, who, to their best attempts, tried to stab him with their little daggers but were unable to. "Goblins." The wonderful, huge eagle sitting on Castell's shoulder replied. "I know their kind. They are evil, and they breed faster than rabbits. Nor do they taste good."

"Aaaaarh... Die, you worms!" Castell left no stones unturned and used Earth magic as he kicked the ground and sent out a wave of earthquake, creating small cracks in the land that devoured the goblins. "Give me my money back! I know your kind stole it!" Boom!

Unstoppable, he was a force of nature before the horde of goblins. But what Castell didn't know was how his actions would alert the elves. After all, the sudden vanishing of half of the goblin population was a concerning instance. Although, even Castell the giant had no idea how many he killed. It wasn't that hard. "Give me my money!" Castell kept killing them and headed towards the path they'd appeared from. "And yours too!"

"Kehehe..." Bajj, the eagle on the giant's shoulder, laughed. "I'm proud of you, Cas."

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