bookrandom Chapter 455 White Ghost
Chapter 455 White Ghost
His Majesty the King has been bedridden for many years and has just appeared in public for a short time when he suddenly made such a decision that no one expected. The stagnant parliament hall seemed to be suddenly boiling with heat. After Princess Catherine took the lead in leaving, other ministers also had to get busy to deal with the next work. After saluting the king, they left the Supreme Conference Hall one after another.
Without the princess, the inexplicable wind in the hall finally stopped, and the room gradually became quiet as people left. Only Bishop Quincy remained sitting in his seat. He finally stood up after seeing the door of the conference hall closed.
"Your Majesty..." Bishop Quincy's tone was full of disapproval. Your Majesty was too indulgent to the princess.
"Quincy."
King George had long since left his seat at the top and stood at the wall of the meeting hall. This meeting hall had existed since the founding of the empire, and successive kings had issued decrees and made laws here. The walls were hung with their authorized swords and various personal belongings, such as the black horn that Zora had blown countless times, which was hung at the highest point of the wall.
The Bishop family has been around for so many generations... George looked at the objects on the wall and murmured in his heart, if he died in the future, what would he leave behind? No, who could he leave it to?
"You said..." He didn't look at Quincy, but just looked up at the relics of his ancestors displayed on the wall, as if he was asking Quincy, or asking himself -
"Can I have any more descendants? I mean, real descendants who inherit my bloodline." King George's voice was so light and heavy that Bishop Quincy felt the air became sticky.
Human desires are a chasm that can never be filled. Bishop Quincy even missed the king who only wanted to survive. He took a deep breath and said, "You know I'm not good at medicine, but Harris said that if you can maintain your current state, you may be able to..."
"Father God will not always favor me, Quincy." Although he still felt the pain from the curse, his spirit was much stronger than before. "My ancestor Zora once said that we should not give up even if there is a slight chance... Maybe I can have a new heir, a true heir."
Bishop Quincy did not dare to make a promise, but just lowered his head.
"How is the child now?" King George finally turned around and spoke incoherently in a way that only Quincy could understand.
"...It's much quieter than before." Quincy stared at the patterned floor tiles and saw the corner of His Majesty the King's clothes enter his field of vision.
"Really... I really hope Catherine can be so quiet during this period." King George slowly walked towards the door of the meeting room, his skinny hands resting on the edge of the chairs he passed by. "I don't have much time, Quincy..."
"Your Majesty..." Quincy, realizing the king's intention, had no choice but to speak and try to persuade him.
"I'm going to increase the dose." Quincy heard the king say this as he passed by.
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"Why do you look unhappy, Your Highness?" The ministers behind deliberately slowed down their pace to talk, and the distance between them and the princess was getting farther and farther. However, the two people in front didn't notice at all. Leila walked beside Catherine, just tilted her head and looked at the princess's heavy expression, and she was really worried.
"...I don't know, Leila." After passing the first corner of the corridor and getting rid of all the secret scrutiny, Catherine finally let out a breath and responded. The sudden grace of the king made her dizzy. It was impossible for her not to be happy. When she walked out of the conference hall, her steps were floating.
But why? Under the joy, uneasiness slowly grew and gradually occupied more emotions. Catherine tried hard to recall every word of the meeting - what made the king suddenly touched and agreed to provide military support? Is it true, as her father said, that his previous sensitivity and suspicion were all affected by his physical condition, and now that his condition has gradually improved, he has become kinder?
——No, it's impossible. Catherine almost immediately rejected this possibility. She would rather believe her intuition than her father's words. The young princess frowned. If everything has a price, what is the price of sending troops this time? She could hardly stop speculating on this question over and over again.
"Are you worried that those knights and those favored by God will not obey when they arrive in Ozler?" Leila asked in a low voice, observing Catherine's expression, wanting to relieve Her Royal Highness the Princess's worries.
Catherine shook her head slowly. This was actually what she was least worried about. If Claire couldn't even handle these three thousand people, what kind of commander was she? "No matter what they intend to do, they will have no say in Ozler once they get there."
Although her inner doubts were not answered, Leila's words helped Catherine to pull herself out of the vortex of anxiety and cheer up again. She was not a timid person. No matter what kind of hidden dangers King George's orders had, she had to accept them at this moment, because Ozler's situation did not allow her to hesitate. As long as she could have more manpower, it would always be good for the front line.
After figuring this out, Catherine let out a long sigh and finally smiled again. She and Leila kept walking, explaining the work as they walked, "I will be very busy in the coming days. Maybe I need to trouble you to go back to Gloria and ask for leave for me. I will at least have to watch until the God's Chosen One leaves High Court. The work of the Student Union depends on everyone. If we encounter any difficulties, maybe Lilith will need help..."
"Of course!" Leila agreed on behalf of her sister. "She should have moved her lazy bones a long time ago. Don't worry, I'll be back soon - ouch!"
The two of them walked to the second corner. Leila was concentrating on looking at the princess walking next to her, and didn't look at the road, so she bumped into someone coming around the corner.
"Are you okay?" Catherine supported Leila and checked her forehead. Leila was wearing light clothes, while the other party was fully armed. The poor little girl bumped her head against the hard armor, and her forehead immediately turned red.
"fine."
Leila was not a squeamish person. She rubbed her hands twice with a grimace and then put them down, looking straight at the knight opposite her who was of astonishing stature. The man was nearly two meters tall, wearing a full set of light armor, even gloves. Not a single piece of skin was exposed on his body, only a gap was exposed where his eyes were. He stood there like a gloomy mountain. While Leila was observing him openly, the knight put his hand on the broadsword.
The familiar posture attracted Catherine's attention. Although the sword was not as broad as Leila's sword, it was also of amazing size, thin and wide, just like a guillotine... Catherine's face changed, and she finally realized who was opposite her.
She thought of the innocent clown who was cut in half by a sword and died wailing in front of a group of nobles. It was him, the new knight beside King George. Catherine couldn't help but reveal a bit of disgust in her eyes.
Perhaps because the two ladies in front of him refused to give in, the knight hidden in the armor took a step back, lowered his head and stepped aside, allowing the princess and her knight to pass first.
"If I were taller..." Catherine heard Leila mumbling to herself as she turned the corner.
"You know him?" Catherine kept walking.
"Oh, White Ghost." Leila replied after coming back to her senses.
"White Ghost?" What kind of name is that?
"He came from the Knights of Light, and that nickname came from there. Everyone calls him that, and I don't know why. He is the eldest son of the Metternich family." That was also a noble surname with a long history, so she probably didn't need to introduce it to the princess.
"After the death of the two princes of Mulet, he has been the winner of the knight duel competition and has accumulated some fame among the knights. I heard that he was once abandoned by his family, but he won the favor of the king with his performance in the knight competition and even replaced the duties of Knight Russell... If I were taller, I should be able to fight him."
Annoyance was revealed on the little girl's face. In a duel between warriors, although skills were more important, the difference in physique was a factor that could not be ignored. Lilith said that she would grow taller, but when would she grow taller?
Although she didn't say these words, her overly lively expression allowed Catherine to read her inner thoughts clearly. She couldn't help but laugh, "You should act more like a spoiled child to Lilith, maybe she will help you find a solution."
"I don't want to!" Leila turned her head proudly. The light in front of her eyes suddenly became dazzling. They had already walked into the sunshine outside. After a few brief goodbyes, the two ran in different directions.