The next day, the sun shone brightly.
Romon was reading in the small upstairs sitting room. The floor-to-ceiling windows let ample sunlight pour into the room.
Everything seemed so peaceful.
Just then, the door opened.
"Eileen, you're back? How did it go?"
Eileen looked exhausted as she said softly, "The Radiance Church's representative, Archbishop Kairet, has already arrived. For now, it seems he does not intend to make a big move."
"Making a big move is impossible. Even the Radiance Church needs a reason."
"You're right, but the impact is considerable, and they may not be able to restrain themselves. Romon, I think you should lie low for now. Even if those at the top want restraint, if fanatics below decide to cause trouble, the situation will be hard to control." Eileen sighed.
"Is that the Church's intention too?" Romon raised his head and asked.
"Romon..."
"Don't misunderstand. I know you've already done your best... As it happens, I already have a suitable reason to leave—escorting the princess and the envoys to the capital." Romon stepped forward, embraced Eileen, and patted her. "Also, Eileen, don't worry. In just a few years, you won't think this matter is all that serious."
Sure enough, he had not been disappointed. Apparently, no one present recognized the origin of this gift. That servant even believed hand Eileen nodded, revealing a smile. "I know. I believe you... By the way, when are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning. I doubt the Radiance Church that rushed here can move quite that fast, can they?"
"Mm!"
The next day, the prepared ship was already docked at the pier.
Romon and Princess Qian Niya were both among those accompanying Aivisi and the others into the Royal Capital.
However, the ship they traveled on was not an Elven vessel, but