Chapter 73: The Church’s Arrival
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“This is my pet?”
“Yes, you used to love it very much.”
“But it was the one that delivered Edward’s letter to …”
Madam was stunned upon hearing this.
“So did Edward take it away?”
“…Perhaps, I don’t rember.”
But I think that must be what happened.
Edward knew it was my pet, and this raven was surprisingly intelligent. From its current behavior, it seems to be very loyal to its master, even after 3 years it still rembers I’m its owner, so Edward must have used this point to send ssages to .
I wonder what his purpose was back then, keeping a bird that was technically my pet by his side…
Well, it doesn’t matter.
“Peipei——”
The harsh, unpleasant call sounded again, making frown.
“Shut up.”
“Peipei, stupid——”
That foolish bird, whether it could understand so human speech or simply sense human emotions, fluttered its wings and flew to my shoulder again, lightly pecking my head twice.
“……”
I won’t get angry.
One shouldn’t stoop to a bird’s level.
Suddenly, the “crunch” sound of wheels rolling over snow ca from beside us. Madam and I turned our heads to look, a new horned carriage was approaching.
The pure white carriage was decorated extraordinarily lavishly, with pale golden patterns that I couldn’t be more familiar with, considering I had spent quite a few nights inside it.
The horned carriage stopped not far from our view. A not-so-muscular arm lifted the curtain, and the expected casual figure stepped down from the carriage, smiling when he saw .
“Little Syl.”
I was instantly delighted and called out his na: “Carlos—”
Then I suddenly rembered I hadn’t decided whether to acknowledge him yet, so why was I showing such an expression… I quickly put on a stern face, quietly watching him walk forward, though feeling sowhat puzzled.
Why did this guy co here at this ti? And he even changed into silver armor…
Then, I saw two more people step down from the carriage, and I imdiately felt short of breath.
Because one of them had white hair and a long beard, with a stern face, looking at least 60 years old. He wore clothes identical to that first robed elder, even looking sowhat similar… seeing him made my heart tremble, as I had developed quite a psychological shadow of this appearance.
The other person appeared even stranger, he actually wore a bird-beak mask that completely covered his face, only showing wine-red hair. A large cloak covered his entire body, the sa style as the one Carlos wore — the Pontifical Knight’s iris cloak.
“The journey must have been tiring.”
The Duke greeted them from beside . Carlos continued walking without pause, smiling as he responded: “Not at all, we were just late to realize.”
Then, under my confused gaze, he reached into his chest and pulled out sothing wrapped in leather paper… ah, it’s pastries!
Great!!!
“Give it to quick!”
Before he could even stop walking, I snatched the leather paper package, eagerly opening it as the sweet fragrance wafted to my nose. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a “gulp.”
I hadn’t eaten anything since noon, my stomach was completely empty…
My small hands carelessly wiped on my skirt a few tis before reaching for the pastries, but was t with a “slap” as soone knocked them away.
“Your hands are filthy.”
Madam gave a sidelong glance, then extended her ivory-white fingers, picked up a piece of pastry and brought it to my mouth.
“Open up.”
I imdiately obediently opened my mouth.
“Ah——”
As the pastry entered my mouth, its rich fragrance spread out. I happily squinted my eyes, quickly chewed a few tis, swallowing it almost whole, then looked at her expectantly.
“Ah——”
Madam smiled helplessly: “You must be starving.”
She picked up another piece of pastry and held it up. I quickly chomped it down with an “om nom,” nodding vigorously as I chewed.
I really was starving.
“Sir Carlos is so thoughtful, even I didn’t think of this… we left in such a hurry.”
Madam’s smile didn’t fade, but her words carried so deeper aning. Her gaze toward Carlos seed to hold so scrutiny within it.
“Not at all, I was just passing by,” Carlos said.
He maintained his casual deanor, his sapphire-like blue eyes, which should have been bright, were half-covered by drooping eyelids. After saying those words, he yawned and scratched the back of his head, completely lacking the valor that righteous knights should have in stories.
But at this mont, in my eyes, he was incomparably adorable.
“Just passing by? Carlos, your ‘just passing by’ made us take two extra streets and almost lose the horned carriage from Shanter Castle.” A young man’s voice ca from behind Carlos, the tone sounding quite exaggerated. I turned my head to look, and a bird beak ca into view. “Let see what kind of little beauty could… wow——”
After seeing , the bird-beaked knight let out quite an exaggerated exclamation, swept his cloak with his hand, and bowed deeply to .
“Beautiful young lady, I am Chris Labres, it’s an honor to et you.”
“…munch munch…munch munch…mm.” I nodded to him indifferently, looking at Madam and opening my mouth again, “Ah——”
“Soone is greeting you, how can you be so impolite?”
Greeting? He’s just interrupting my eating.
“Haha! It’s fine, Madam, Miss Sylvia is an excellent person, please don’t bla her.”
“I’m very sorry, Doctor Chris, she’s really starving.”
“Not at all, the young lady is very adorable, I quite like her.”
…You’re the one who’s adorable.
However, hearing Madam’s way of addressing him, that bird-beaked knight was actually a doctor? This surprised sowhat, could doctors also be Pontifical Knights?
“Eat slower.”
Madam wiped away the crumbs from my mouth, her raised corners of her mouth forming a doting curve.
“Miss Sylvia, where are those Gate of Truth heretics?”
The robed elder who ca last finally spoke. Although his face was elderly, it carried quite an intimidating presence. His speech was very formal and straight to the point, one look and you could tell he was the type who only cared about business and wasn’t easy to get along with.
I pointed my hand toward the battlefield, and everyone turned their heads to look. From far away, they could see that patch of countless ice spikes, quietly standing in the thin ice mist, refusing to dissipate.
“Are they completely dead?” Carlos asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
I nodded.
“Let’s go take a look.”
“Little Syl, thank you for your hard work.”
Carlos said to with a smile, and was rewarded with a white-eye roll from .
By now I could clearly understand why these three people had co here. Carlos had been busy lately, probably all for these matters. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have hurriedly co at this ti. He certainly hadn’t co to save , perhaps he had received information sowhere and tracked down the whereabouts of the Gate of Truth, only to find that I had already taken care of them.
Really… how unreliable.
Probably seeing through my thoughts, Carlos rubbed his forehead and gave a bitter smile: “This matter is rather complicated. Let’s go take a look first, and after you finish eating, co to our carriage. There are so things we need to discuss… Madam, you don’t mind, do you?”
“Sir Carlos, if I said I minded, what difference would it make?” Madam smiled sowhat playfully, “You big n, how can you need a girl to help you with your work?”
Although these words were said in a joking tone, they were quite impolite. Carlos found it difficult to respond for a mont, then Madam winked at him.
“This shows that our Peipei is quite remarkable.”
She poked my nose.
“Miss Sylvia, to have such ability at such a young age is indeed remarkable… Madam, this matter is of great importance, please excuse us for now.”
“Bishop Hobbs, please go ahead.”
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