The wagon branded with the lord of Sicar's sword emblem set off from the Lower Seventh Ring in the evening.
The blazing sunlight dyed the longsword badge with a multicolored glow.
After removing the blood-stained sword emblem that represented the 'God of War', the lone longsword seemed to have returned to its scabbard. It was reserved but not cowardly. In the face of difficulties, it would not retreat. Moreover, it relied on itself.
Erin Sicar leaned back in the wagon, recalling the family stories that her father told her.
She couldn't remember a lot of the stories.
What she remembered was that her father had always emphasized on 'self-improvement' and 'modesty and politeness'.
However, after her brother, the devoted believer of the God of War, became the leader of Sicar Family, everything seemed to have changed.
Now, everything was back on track.
Sicar Family was once again the lord of Sicar Land.
Although she was not a qualified lord, she would strive to do her best.
Recalling how the two little girls surrounded her for a whole day, the baroness thought she should do better, at least not to the point where they wouldn't be disappointed when they went to Sicar Land.
The big sister acted like an adult and the little sister was pure and cute.
Once she thought about the possible disappointment the two sisters might have, the baroness knew she couldn't let it happen.
The two little girls were as cute as Carl when he was young. Unfortunately, when Carl was seven or eight years old, he stopped asking her to make him wear dresses. The dresses were so cute, why couldn't he wear them?
Now that she had Erin and Ellie, they would surely love the dresses.
She wanted to order dresses for them when she got back to Sicar Land.
'No!
The best tailor must be in Aïtantin Castle!
I can ask around tomorrow! '
The baroness seemed to have thought of something wonderful, her lips curling into a smile.
As for the anxiety when she arrived?
Nothing!
She believed Simon's repeated promises.
Since Simon said he would handle it, she chose to believe him.
As for the rest?
She would have to think about the color and design of the dresses, hoping to find a reliable tailor.
While the baroness was deep in her thoughts, the carriage drove steadily to the front of Aïtantin's palace.
Due to Rogart's huge stature, half of Rogart's back was exposed as he sat in the coachman's seat. Naturally, the seat was also very cramped.
He would rather walk if he could.
However, he would not disobey the Great Messenger's words.
He had to protect the baroness.
Therefore, he sat in the most conspicuous position.
Six of his companions rode on horseback to guard the two sides and the back of the carriage. Of course, this was only on the surface. There were also six people secretly following the carriage.
Aïtantin was not Sicar. They had to be careful.
Especially when they saw the War Shrine that blocked the Aïtantin Palace, a hint of resistance and disgust flashed in their eyes.
Hypocritical, cruel bastard!
The youngsters commented.
Rogart, who was protecting the baroness on the surface, didn't even try to hide it. He took a glance at the War Shrine and —
Heh, tui.
He spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground.
Then, he was drowned under the wheels of the convoy.
Further away in the War Shrine, Rogart didn't notice anything.
At this time, there should have been an armed priest, two armed deacons, and no less than 20 deacons guarding the place. Unfortunately, the 'anomaly' last night had caused the entire War God Temple to be in chaos.
Rogart could even pick up the stench of blood when he passed the War Shrine.
"May you all die a horrible death!"
As a loyal believer of the Mist, Rogart had no qualms about cursing the bastards who had caused multiple damages in Sicar and were hiding in the dark.
Similar to how the bastards didn't care about the young girls.
Hanging or beheading them was too easy for the bastards in Rogart's point of view.
They should be burned at the stake, the blazing flame was the final resting place for these bastards.
However, Rogart quickly adjusted his emotions.
He knew it wasn't the right time yet.
He and the others still had to wait patiently.
But it wouldn't be long.
The thought in his heart strengthened Rogart's belief even more.
He then turned his attention to Aïtantin's palace.
At the next moment, the young man, who was as buff as a bear, frowned.
The buff and buff appearance didn't affect Rogart's senses and instincts.
Now, as he looked at the palace before him, his sharp senses noticed something was wrong.
The expressions of the guards were a little too weird.
They didn't have the presence of an elite soldier.
Instead, they looked … absent-minded!
As if they suffered a huge impact.
What happened?
With questions lingering in his heart, Rogart stopped the wagon.
The absent-minded guards finally came back to their senses and welcomed the baroness with proper etiquette.
"The garrison of the northern lands of the kingdom, the ruler of Sicar, the beloved Baron Erin Sicar, has arrived."
When the baroness stepped on the carpet, the greetings sounded from the two rows of guards and spread into the deeper parts of the palace.
The first two sentences were a form of respect, representing the glory of the Sicar family. The last sentence was about the baroness' solitary attitude towards life.
Of course, it wasn't because the baroness' husband fought bears more.
The baroness walked in front and Rogart, as a guard, followed behind her.
Even the slow-witted baroness noticed that something was wrong at this moment.
'What happened in the palace?'
The baroness wondered.
When the baroness walked into the palace, the first thing she saw was Kieran.
Kieran sitting in the middle of the grand hall was too eye-catching.
It wasn't just because he wasn't dressed in formal attire like the other invited guests but all in black.
It was also because everyone around him was looking at Kieran.
Their gazes were filled with shock, doubt, reverence, and a little bit of flattery!
That's right, flattery!
The baroness didn't think she was wrong.
She had seen this kind of gaze too many times.
Whenever a commoner looked at her father, brother, or herself, they would look at her with the same kind of gaze.
But this was the palace of Aïtantin Castle!
The people around her were not commoners!
With a quick glance, there were more than a dozen barons, quite a number of viscounts, counts, and marquises, but without exception, all of them were looking at the Snake School Monster Hunter with the same kind of gaze.
However, it wasn't what shocked the baroness the most.
The one who was shocked was Aïtantin VI.
He nodded at her with a smile and then looked at the Snake School Monster Hunter with a kind and loving gaze. The baroness wasn't used to it.
After all, she had thought of the difficulties that she would have to face on her way here.
Among them, Aïtantin VI was the most important one.
But now?
The king didn't seem to care about her anymore.
The feeling of punching the air after preparing for a long time made the baroness feel wronged, but what followed was a strong sense of curiosity.
As a vassal, Monte respectfully led the baroness to a side seat. The baroness then pricked up her ears to listen to the whispers of the crowd.
As she listened, the baroness' mouth opened wide.
Due to her manners from a young age, the baroness quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but the shock in her eyes couldn't be concealed.
The Snake School Monster Hunter was Aïtantin's heir?!
The previous Svenson was just an imposter?!
News came one after another, shocking the baroness so much that her mind went blank.
She had never imagined that such a situation would occur.
Then, she immediately thought of something deeper.
Since Aïtantin VI had given his child to the Monster Hunter to raise, and now he had summoned his child back in an honorable manner, did it mean … she wouldn't have to worry about certain things anymore?
For example, God of War.
For example, Lady Calamity.
Was everything prepared?
Such speculations didn't just appear in the baroness' mind, the nobles around her shared the same thought.
Most of the nobles were overjoyed, even the conservatives who opposed the new policy were no exception. They were only against the king's new policy, it wasn't considered a rebellion, so they wouldn't oppose the royal family.
Now that the royal family had a better heir, it was a good thing.
The rest of the nobles, on the other hand, were different.
Although they didn't show anything on their faces, their eyes were filled with worry and fierceness.
Not all the nobles would support the king.
Those nobles were originally pawns planted in the kingdom, or more precisely, the products of Aïtantin's compromise with the royal family. They knew where the viscount's wealth came from.
Therefore, they would do something for the sake of it.
Not now.
But it might not be the case later.
Bloody Mary saw everything with its own eyes.
It quietly recorded the faces of the nobles and compared them with the name list of the banquet.
It didn't have any special thoughts.
It was just a preventive measure.
After all, it was the king now.
It had to be responsible for its kingdom.
And of course …
Instinctively, Bloody Mary looked at its boss.
A cold and sharp gaze glimmered in its boss' eyes. Bloody Mary immediately replied as if it was begging for mercy.
Edatine VI's current state was seen by everyone in the crowd.
People started to think that Aïtantin VI was feeling guilty.
Then, the people were even more certain of it.
Because Aïtantin VI stood up from the throne and walked to the Snake School Demon Hunter. The Demon Hunter looked at him coldly and pulled him to the seat beside the throne.
Everyone knew what the seat represented.
They also knew that Aïtantin VI would reveal his identity as a Snake School Demon Hunter.
As expected, Aïtantin VI said at the next moment.
"Everyone, today is a happy day …"
Following Aïtantin VI's words, the banquet officially started.
Compared to the initial liveliness, the crowd was much more enthusiastic this time around.
After the opening speech, the guests surrounded the Snake School Demon Hunter like butterflies, introducing themselves and flattering him without losing their manners.
The scene was very lively.
However, it had nothing to do with Undying Horlaika.
At least, on the surface, it had nothing to do with him.
No one would link the members of Silent Night Secret Order to the heir of Aïtantin's throne.
Under the gaze of everyone in Silent Night Town, Horlaika was slowly walking towards the center of the town.
Midnight was approaching.
It's time to ring the bell!
Decadent Dragon said.
Fatty Dragon was bitten by a dog, got vaccinated, his whole arm hurts … That's all for today!
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