Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Meeting those eyes, Luo Mi felt a strange sense of familiarity.
He had rarely seen such beautiful blue eyes in the world, except for two others: Anos and Anos’s godfather, Cardinal Thomas.
When he first saw Bishop Thomas, he thought his eyes resembled those of Anos. Now, seeing Caroline II, the resemblance was even stronger: Caroline II’s hair was the same light blonde as Anos’s, and her pupils were the same azure blue…
If someone were to tell Luo Mi now that Anos was actually Caroline II’s illegitimate son, Luo Mi wouldn’t find it utterly meaningless.
However, this contradicted Luo Mi’s previous guess that alchemy was the origin of Anos.
Luo Mi cautiously followed behind Anos, observing Caroline II discreetly, trying to discern a connection between Caroline II and Anos from her words and actions.
Caroline II was renowned, but she was quite gentle, with elegant and slow movements, and her every gesture exuded the noble air of royalty.
Considering that His Highness had come from afar, the Empress greeted him politely and then smiled, saying, “I think what His Highness needs most right now is a good rest.”
Anos wasn’t actually tired, but he glanced at Luo Mi beside him and accepted Caroline II’s kindness: “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Caroline II’s azure eyes flickered slightly as she glanced at Luo Mi again. Then with a smile, she beckoned a court lady to take Anos, Luo Mi, and Reinhardt to rest.
The lady-in-waiting led them to a palace within the Sig Palace and bowed respectfully, saying, “Your Highness, would you like some Holy Communion? His Majesty has instructed the kitchen to prepare it.”
Anos glanced at Luo Mi again: “Is there any food provided for demons?”
“Yes.”
“Then please prepare some.”
After the female official left to carry out the order, Luo Mi said, “It seems that Her Majesty the Empress knows my identity?”
Reinhardt had already quickly checked the situation inside the palace and confirmed that there were no problems. He then casually remarked, “His Highness did not deliberately hide your existence. So anyone who wanted to find out would have known.”
“That also shows that Her Majesty the Queen is thoughtful.” Luo Mi asked Anos tentatively, “I didn’t expect that Caroline II’s eyes to be blue like yours. I thought they would be green like Pearl’s.”
Anos didn’t pay much attention to that statement: “Prince Pearl and Princess Charlotte should both have inherited their eye color from their father.”
Although Luo Mi didn’t intend to ask this, her gossipy curiosity was piqued: “Who is their father?”
Reinhardt said, “There are many opinions, but there is no conclusion. There are quite a few green-eyed people in the empire’s noble class, and even if you exclude them by age, there are still quite a few candidates. However, at present, I am more inclined to believe that he was an ordinary person whom the Empress carefully selected specifically to give birth to an excellent heir.”
Luo Mi pondered for a moment, feeling it was somewhat like old-fashioned patriarchal literature. It would fit perfectly if Pearl and Charlotte’s biological father were some important figure— unfortunately, it was Caroline II who was that important figure.
The Holy Communion prepared for them was served quickly.
The palace chefs’ skills were indeed extraordinary. Even simple bread became incredibly delicious thanks to the rich fillings and precise baking. Luo Mi ate so much that he couldn’t fall asleep after lying in bed.
Succubi naturally had a nocturnal schedule. Luo Mi touched his belly, looked at the moonlight outside the window, thought for a moment, and suddenly became transparent, slipping out through the glass window.
He had only intended to take a stroll in the palace’s back garden to digest his meal, but he suddenly got lost.
The gardens inside the Sig Palace were symmetrical and maze-like, with little difference except for the statues and flowers.
“The palace is really big…” Luo Mi muttered, flapping his wings and taking flight, intending to find his way back from the air.
After flying into the air, Luo Mi noticed a figure standing at the central fountain in the garden.
Curious, he moved closer and discovered that the figure was the noble and elegant Empress Caroline II.
What was the Queen doing in the garden in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Luo Mi used his “illusion” ability to make himself almost invisible and approached silently.
At this moment, Luo Mi had to thank the demon for his superior hearing, which allowed him to hear what Caroline II was saying.
Queen Caroline II’s voice remained gentle: “Long time no see. You don’t seem to be doing very well.”
The water from the fountain in front of her rose silently, and a blurry black shadow could be vaguely seen in the water curtain.
Luo Mi stopped immediately, not daring to fly too close—the other side didn’t seem to be ordinary people.
Queen Caroline II quickly replied, “I see. Do you need my help?”
The dark figure flickered a few times, seemingly trying to say something.
Queen Caroline II chuckled: “Alright, I respect your opinion.”
Luo Mi dared not get too close and could only hear these things. He couldn’t help but feel a little strange: Caroline II’s words sounded very ordinary, but they were worth coming all the way here in the middle of the night to talk to a shadow that could hide in a fountain?
Queen Caroline II didn’t say anything more important, and the fountain soon returned to normal.
Luo Mi thought for a moment, then carefully decided not to go over and check, and turned back to Anos’s side.
After he flew away, a blurry shadow silently rose from the fountain, glanced at where Luo Mi was, and then vanished like a falling drop of water.
….
The next morning, Anos, who was used to waking up early, washed up and prepared to go to St. Patrick’s Cathedral.
He walked to Luo Mi’s room, knocked gently, and then slowly pushed the door open. He saw Luo Mi sleeping soundly on the bed, covered by his wings. So he smiled helplessly and closed the door again.
He said to Reinhardt, who was checking breakfast, “I’m going to St. Patrick’s Cathedral. You wait here for Lian to get up.”
Reinhardt hinted with a complex expression, “Your Highness, I am your personal knight.”
He emphasized “you”.
Anos smiled and said, “Luke and the others are at the cathedral. I can just ask them for help. It’s Lian’s first time in Sig City, and it’s inconvenient for him to be alone.”
Reinhardt shrugged. “Alright, Your Highness.”
“Also, can we still contact the craftsman who made the bracelet last time?”
Reinhardt sighed: “Yes— it was me.”
Anos glanced at him with considerable surprise: “You made this? Then why did you say you hired a craftsman?”
“I can be a craftsman too,” Reinhardt coughed lightly. “That way, I can save a feather and sell it to nobles.”
Anos: “…”
He slowly exhaled. “No skimping this time. The more feathers we use, the longer Lian can use them.”
Reinhardt glanced at Luo Mi’s room with a look that suggested he was a troublemaker, and sighed, “Fine.”
….
When Luo Mi woke up, it was almost noon. When he went outside, he saw Reinhardt holding a needle and thread and sewing something.
He leaned closer curiously for a look: “You can thread a needle?”
Reinhardt didn’t even look up: “I know a lot more.”
Luo Mi stared at it for a while, then realized, “So you made the White Feather Bracelet?”
Reinhardt sewed the two feathers together, then his fingers trembled slightly, causing holy light to condense into two symbols that fell into the sewn part before he raised his head: “Of course, setting up a divine magic array on Your Highness’s feathers is not something that just any craftsman can do.”
Luo Mi looked around: “Where’s Anos?”
“He went to St. Patrick’s Cathedral.”
Luo Mi casually picked up a biscuit and took a bite. Remembering the dark figure he had seen the night before, he asked, “Do you know what can hide in water? It looks like a shadow.”
Reinhardt put down his needlework and thought seriously: “Within the Light Domain, water ghosts are the most likely candidate. But there are definitely no water ghosts in the Sig Palace, and even if there were, they would have been purified long ago; divine magic can create a similar effect, but it will definitely glow at night; we can only consider demons without physical form, or those using similar magic.”
As Luo Mi listened, something felt off: “How did you know it was in the Sig Palace at night?”
“Because I saw it too.” Reinhardt twirled the thread. “However, it’s best if we don’t interfere in the affairs of the Empire, unless Her Majesty the Empress asks us for help.”
Luo Mi pondered, “So Anos also discovered it?”
Reinhardt smiled meaningfully: “Your Highness was sleeping soundly.”
Luo Mi was stunned for a moment.
Logically speaking, Anos’s divine power should be much higher than Reinhard’s, so there was no reason why Reinhard could discover it but Anos couldn’t.
Unless the matter itself was related to Anos.
Luo Mi immediately thought of another Anos—that Blackwing Lord himself was separated from Anos’s shadow, perfectly fulfilling the state of an incorporeal black shadow… But according to Anos, he had already purified the Blackwing Lord at that time. Although he did not completely kill him, it was enough to make him unable to move for a long time.
And yet, less than a month later, the Blackwing Lord has managed to escape again? And he was even in contact with Queen Caroline II?
One guess after another popped into Luo Mi’s mind, and finally he suddenly thought of something. He then looked at Reinhardt in surprise and asked tentatively, “Do you know that dark figure?”
Reinhardt resumed threading the needle, casually asking, “Guess?”
Luo Mi wanted to roll his eyes: “I guess you know him.”
Reinhardt did not deny it: “That is acquaintance.”
Luo Mi took a slight breath: “Uh, so you… didn’t report it to your superiors?”
Reinhardt raised his head again, raising his eyebrows slightly: “Didn’t Luke tell you that we are His Highness’s knights, and that even His Holiness the Pope’s orders can be disobeyed if they conflict with His Highness’s?”
Luo Mi recalled that Luke had indeed said something like, “But how can you be sure Anos’s condition is correct?”
“Whether it’s right or wrong is His Highness’s business, not mine,” Reinhardt replied as he expertly adjusted the size of the feather bracelet. “We just need to follow His Highness’s orders.”
Luo Mi stared intently at the bracelet made by Reinhardt, and suddenly a guess occurred to her. She raised her right hand: “Could this black feather bracelet also be something you made?”
“No.”
Luo Mi breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Reinhardt continue, “His Highness used magic to recreate it after understanding my creation process.”
“…” Luo Mi felt like he was seeing Reinhardt for the first time and looked Reinhardt up and down with a complicated expression. “Are you this loyal to every single Anos?”
Reinhardt smiled slightly but did not answer.
Luo Mi sensed something was wrong again: “Why did you suddenly tell me the truth?”
He didn’t believe that he was only telling the truth now that he had asked.
Reinhardt raised an eyebrow: “Because this is the Sig Palace.”
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