Capítulo 869: Chapter D310: The Theater_2
“Oh, that’s good.”
Among the nurous people present, her sky-blue figure seed out of place, yet no one, including the two from Courage Church, cast any unusual looks her way.
Using one’s lineage to cultivate a familiar isn’t exactly taboo, as long as the thods aren’t too outlandish.
Moreover, given the holy status of the Healing Sli in the alien race’s culture, her presence can actually bring a lot of benefits.
If the existence of Little Sli were made public, it would probably spark a frenzy of discussion on whether slis count as demons.
Though they hadn’t t for two years, the connection at the root of magic between the hero and Little Sli prevented any unfamiliarity, and they quickly beca acquainted.
[Hero Mother is]
1.5. Educational Type
2.6. Friendly Type
3.7. Role Model Type
4.8. Encouraging Type
9. Spoiling Type
10. Great Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(5)=5
♛: Educational Type
[By the way, did the Sli King co?]
1. Yes ♛
2. No
D2=d2(1)=1
When grandpa and the others arrived at the Holy City a few days ago, the travel group of two people and two slis didn’t change, but the Sli King, unlike the Gleaming Scale Serpent who took a human form, or Little Sli who could speak human language and remained humanoid,
as a pure magic creature, naturally had no interest in human party places.
So when it arrived at the Holy City with grandpa and the others, it went to a place designated for familiars to rest. As the Saintess’s familiar, it had dedicated people to take care of it throughout the event, which was indeed more comfortable than the forest back ho.
“Mom, can we eat cake now?” At this mont, Little Sli looked up with expectation at the cake tower reaching the ceiling.
“Of course, then—”
Once the hero sliced down the first piece, the cake tower neatly divided into portions under the preset magic, distributed among everyone, and grandpa also curiously picked up a piece to share with the village chief grandma.
The hero handed a piece to Little Sli nearby, watching her swallow the entire piece without chewing, and smiled:
“Is it tasty?”
“Yeah, it’s delicious.”
“Shall we unwrap gifts together later?”
“Okay!”
Seeing Little Sli’s satisfied look, the hero too gazed with bright eyes at the table fully laid with cakes.
As the mont it’s swallowed, it’s instantly incinerated by the phoenix’s fla, there’s no worry about overeating.
The phoenix is truly amazing.
“Is one piece enough for grandpa and the village chief grandma?”
“Yes, that’s enough; eating too much isn’t good for digestion either.” The always self-disciplined grandpa shook his head, then exchanged a glance with the village chief grandma.
[Speaking of the harvest, should we talk about it now?]
1. Yes ♛
2. No (related to parents)
D2=d2(1)=1
“Contracting a sli is one thing, but to even call it daughter, it’s amazing she still manages to beco the saintess.”
“Moreover, slis seem to self-replicate in a manner akin to pregnancy, and this wondrous being resides near ho, could these phenona actively seek her out?”
In the corner of the venue, a young man with black hair and erald eyes held a cake in one hand and rubbed his temples with the other, seemingly persuading his rationality to accept the reality before him.
“Forget it, her behavior isn’t just a day and night matter, it’s pointless to be astonished now.”
The brother shook his head and cut a piece of cake to eat.
“…I’m rather surprised you went out of your way to attend Her Majesty’s birthday banquet.”
Nearby, a middle-aged man in cleric robes with a slight resemblance to the young man approached.
“It’s been quite so ti since I’ve seen your face too.” The brother swallowed down the cake, looking at the Gleaming Scale Serpent’s face that resembled their father’s, with a subtle expression.
However, since serving as the priest at the Courage Church, spreading Her Majesty’s gospel to the world daily, Gleaming Scale Serpent’s deanor has grown increasingly elegant.
He completely appeared as a seasoned cleric, exuding a warm temperant, neither snake-like nor cold,
even standing beside the hero’s father, strangers could discern a clear difference.
“When you appeared with Grandpa and the others, Her Majesty was quite thrilled.”
“How lodramatic, think it through; if the news of discord within the saintess’s family gets out, it might not affect her much, but for , it becos troubleso. So even for re social reasons, coming over once is necessary.”
The brother calmly replied.
As he ntioned, grandpa from the countryside was also invited; as the hero’s direct blood relative, naturally he couldn’t be overlooked.
“Since she took up the role of Saintess’s agent, Viscount’s House beca new nobles of the Kingdom, highly sought after; without the protection of arrays, the threshold of Viscount Mansion would likely be overwheld.
“Besides, I recently advanced to the palace, and with so strategic maneuvering, as the Viscount agent, I will soon attain the count position, and it will be hereditary.”
For centuries until grandpa’s generation, the family was rely a small rural noble, progressing to a prestigious Viscount under father, and under him soon to be a hereditary Count.
Moreover, for the rural title purchased years ago, it offered little aid to father, essentially starting from scratch, achieving a hereditary count position in rely two generations.
The rapidity of this transition is nothing short of teoric.
“Under such circumstances, forging closer ties with my sister as the saintess, and showcasing familial bonds to other nobles, is naturally beneficial without harm.”
“I see, this truly calls for celebration.” Having listened to the brother’s rational analysis, the Gleaming Scale Serpent, well-versed in human society, understood its significance.
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