PFC Chapter 566 I don’t know who he looks like!
Chapter 566 I don’t know who he looks like!
Giselle left cleanly and decisively, but Her Royal Highness the Princess could not just leave like her.
The Western Expedition Army turned around hastily halfway through its march. There was a lot of work to do in the High Court, and she needed to arrange all the anticipated follow-up solutions to prevent her subordinates from being in a mess. She also had to communicate clearly with Ozler to prevent her mother from worrying.
Furthermore, Lucinda's succession to the title couldn't be delayed any longer, otherwise things would change. The Taylor family had helped her a lot over the years, and now that she was in trouble, she would offer her help without even asking Leila and Lilith.
Fortunately, the Temple of Light is not a monolithic entity. Even when she and the temple are at loggerheads, there are still people willing to lend a helping hand and preside over Lucinda's succession ceremony on behalf of the church.
In the Temple of Light, the sword of awarding, engraved with the Bishop family crest, lightly touched Lucinda's shoulder, followed by a pine branch dipped in holy water, which was gently sprinkled over the little girl's head. During the long and boring ceremony, the little girl was not nervous at all. Instead, she kept looking up and curiously gazing at the kind elder in front of her.
The other party saw Lucinda's eyes, smiled, touched her head, and gave her the blessing of light...
It wasn't until the end of the long ceremony that Melissa finally felt relieved. Although she was inevitably extorted by the church, compared to the safety and well-being of her daughters, Melissa felt that those were trivial matters.
She looked for Catherine in the crowd, wanting to thank Her Royal Highness the Princess for all the hard work and planning involved in this matter.
But the princess was too busy. Melissa saw Catherine leave the viewing platform and walk towards the side door with the bishop who presided over the ceremony. She was hesitating whether to go forward when the new viscount next to her gave an important speech about his succession:
"Mom, mom! Can we go find my sister? I still want to eat that black snot!"
Lucinda thought she had completed the task her mother asked her to do and excitedly asked for a reward, but she had no idea how shocking her words were. Many people showed horror and covered their noses.
"...Your sister said it was malt sugar!" Melissa wished she could use malt sugar to seal her little daughter's mouth right now. She didn't even bother to say goodbye to the princess and grabbed her daughter and ran out.
——How embarrassing! I don’t even know who I resemble!
"Thank you for your generous help, Bishop Aldington."
Catherine didn't hear the mother-daughter farce behind her. After walking out of the towering temple, she thanked the elders around her.
"This is my duty, Your Highness. The war broke out suddenly, and the people are in panic. One of the most important tasks of the temple right now is to comfort the believers.
Miss Lucinda's succession ceremony is also part of stabilizing people's hearts. People are always willing to see the next generation emerge. This is the continuation of hope and the blessing of Father God. May the light protect her. "
——Bishop Oldington refused to take credit for it, but simply waved his hand humbly, then bowed and prayed towards the central temple.
This made it convenient for Catherine to observe him from the side. Unlike Quincy, who had once been at odds with her, she was not familiar with the low-key Bishop of Oldington. He had a slender figure and slightly concave cheeks, and was obviously a devout ascetic.
Why would such a person open the door to her? Catherine's eyes flashed with doubt, and she was undecided for a moment.
"I believe you will be very busy these days. Please feel free to do as you please, Your Highness." Instead, Bishop Oldington took his leave first, and seemed to have no intention of chatting with the princess.
"Your new colleague, Bishop Avery, has decided to join the army in person. He's ambitious and wants to go to the front lines to spread the Father's will to those pagans. With him around, the southern border will surely be safe. What else do I have to do?"
Her Highness the Princess observed Bishop Aldington's reaction as she spoke.
A smile flashed in Bishop Oldington's eyes, and his voice remained steady. "Bishop Avery cannot represent the will of the Father, and of course, neither can I. What exactly is light? You should feel it with your heart."
"If everyone in the temple was as gentle and wise as you, I might come here more often to listen to your teachings." Catherine deliberately showed some temper.
But he became more alert in his heart - this Bishop of Oldington was too friendly and too normal.
"Of course you are welcome to come here to listen to the Holy Communion, but please don't put playing cards in the donation box anymore." Aldington smiled and winked at her.
Catherine was surprised—when had she... oh, it seemed like once.
"Last year on Hanukkah, when you represented His Majesty the King at the ceremony, I was the one responsible for sprinkling the holy water." Oldington mentioned the princess's willful little behavior, and seemed to find it funny, and his smile became more gentle.
"I forgot to bring money that day." Catherine explained calmly.
——You're lying. She didn't want to give even a penny to the church. When the priests brought the box to her, she casually stuffed the playing cards that Lilith had placed with her into the box. She also learned this from Lilith.
I just didn't expect that I would be caught.
"You remind me of a child I cared for." Oldington's eyes flashed with nostalgia. "When she attended church, she would put her unfinished homework in the donation box and tell the teacher she had lost it."
Catherine's heart moved, and she seemed to have finally grasped some clues.
"That child is extremely talented. She had the potential to become the Holy Maiden of Light." Bishop Oldington sighed, turned around and looked deeply at the princess.
"But later, she chose a... unique path, traveling to the magical city that pursues elements and mysteries. Fate is truly marvelous sometimes, Your Highness. Who could have imagined that she would eventually choose to form bonds with... certain nobles, even risking their lives for her, for them."
At this moment, Catherine finally confirmed why Bishop Aldington was willing to help her.
"May the light be with you, Your Highness."
……
"...Your Highness?" When Leila came over, Bishop Oldington had already left, and only Catherine was standing alone in the courtyard, deep in thought.
"Did he ask for anything?" Leila asked in a low voice.
Regardless of whether it's a debt of favor or some other exchange of interests, the Taylor family should take the initiative to help Her Royal Highness. After all, Her Royal Highness did it for her sister—
"No, don't worry." But Catherine just shook her head and refused to say more.
"In that case, shouldn't we be leaving?" Lucinda was clamoring to find her sister. She had already boarded the carriage with her mother so that they could return to Gloria together.
Catherine quickly reviewed her work and felt that she had almost finished explaining it to Margaret and Kirk, so she nodded.
"Let's go. If we're any later we won't be able to get our ball gowns customized in time."
On the other side, Lilith, who was making a dress, also encountered some trouble.