Chapter 162

A little later, King Yasa Derick of the Bia Kingdom and King Gena Kozmo of the Bovell Kingdom arrived at the same time.

This was the first time Cyrus had seen the king of the Bia Kingdom, and she couldn't help but scrutinize him carefully.

Yasa Derick, a man who looks very gentle, with a handsome face that often wears a smile, light brown hair and black eyes.

He seemed to have a good relationship with Gena, and had been smiling and talking to him ever since he entered the Sheri Hall.

Although they clearly did not come from the same direction to the Saint Airo Empire, they managed to meet. Moreover, judging from what Asa Derick said earlier, he had deliberately waited for Gena on the road before coming together.

Perhaps sensing Cyrus's gaze, Asa Derick turned his head, his eyes first sweeping over the furry creatures following Cyrus with amazement, then he smiled gently and said, "I've always heard that the Lord of Desinia keeps many ferocious beasts around him, and seeing them today, they are indeed all incredibly powerful."

"Most importantly, the lord is truly like a rose..." Delicate and beautiful.

On the other hand, Yasa Derick wisely refrained from offering any explanation.

Cyrus: "... Thank you for the compliment."

They ate dinner and chatted for a while in the main hall of the Sheri Hall. Orville Archibald was there, and even Brali, the chief of the Kadi Tribe who had planned to go back to rest after dinner, stayed behind.

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Thanks to the relationship between Black Panther Sachi and Black Sugar, things have finally eased somewhat.

Perhaps it was their inherent brotherly nature; although they were initially hostile to each other, this tense relationship improved as Sachi took the initiative to tentatively approach them.

Sachi was clearly curious about the Black Sugar.

After circling around the Black Sugar a few times, it was finally allowed to get a little closer. It then sniffed the aroma of the Black Sugar and let out a low growl as if in communication.

Black Sugar had been staying by Cyrus's side without reacting, but Sachi was very patient and persisted.

Not long after, Black Sugar also allowed Sachi to get close.

As everyone sat down in the hall to chat, the black leopard began to make friendly, close contact with them.

While Cyrus chatted with the others, Black Sugar and Sachi sniffed each other's scent, swishing their tails and bumping their heads. Just as their relationship was about to take a step further, Sachi suddenly and quickly left Black Sugar's side.

Sachi ran towards Cyrus, stretching his big head out to Shazoi's hand.

Cyrus was originally looking in the direction of His Holiness the Pope, when she caught a glimpse of a dark figure out of the corner of her eye. Thinking it was Hei Black Sugar, she reached out and touched his head and ears.

"Aww!"

Black Sugar had no idea that Sachi would suddenly dart to Cyrus's side. By the time Black Sugar pounced on him, Sachi had already finished enjoying Cyrus's caresses with his eyes half-closed.

Before Cyrus could even comprehend what was happening, the two black leopards were locked in a fierce struggle, rolling around on the luxuriously furnished carpet, scratching and biting...

Before long, Black Sugar started to dominate Sachi in the fight.

The Egg Yolk yolk Ice Cream also stood up, seemingly wanting to help the Black Sugar.

If Eggy hadn't been pulled back by Walker in time, he probably would have already jumped out and joined the fight.

Seeing this, Brali stood up anxiously and hurriedly shouted, "Sachi, Sachi! Lord of Desinia, please stop your black panther immediately, Sachi can't beat..."

The leader of the Kadi Tribe was very fond of the black panther, and in his haste, he even started using the obscure language he used in Cardy, which mixed in with the Mandarin commonly spoken by the surrounding tribes, creating a somewhat chaotic scene.

Fortunately, Cyrus understood what he meant without even hearing it.

"Black Sugar!" Cyrus called out.

While all the other beasts dared not approach the fighting creatures, Cyrus walked over and hugged the larger black panther, stroking its head and ears, and then gently touching its long tail along its back to soothe it.

"Sweetie, Black Sugar, please don't fight."

"Ouch."

Black Sugar let out a loud "Aww!"

Cyrus sensed a hint of grievance in that voice.

He patted Black Sugar reassuringly, then looked down to check on Sachi, just in case she had really been scratched by Black Sugar...

Sachi was pinned down by Black Sugar, one of its front paws was stepped on, but its eyes remained calm, as if losing a fight with Black Sugar was no big deal.

Seeing Cyrus lower her head, she let out a soft howl.

Then, Black Sugar nibbled on her ear.

"Black Sugar." Cyrus grabbed Black Sugar's big head and pulled her away.

He figured it out; this black panther's personality was probably a bit stubborn. Anything left undone that afternoon, it would definitely be completed sometime.

Black Sugar was pulled away by Cyrus, Brali hurriedly went over to check on Sachi's condition. Seeing that the black panther did not have any very obvious wounds, the leader of the Kadi Tribe visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sachi, Sachi, do you really want to distance yourself from your brother?" Brali patted the black panther's head, who had already stood up from the ground.

Upon hearing this, the others' expressions turned somewhat strange.

Orville said calmly, "I think this black panther was deliberately provoking us just now."

Brali laughed and said, "In our tribe, if you're close, you have to fight. Sachi probably really likes Sachi's older brother."

"..."

The conversation in the hall was abruptly ended by a fight between the leopards, and there was no need to continue the conversation any longer, especially since it was getting late and it was time to go back and rest.

Cyrus and His Holiness the Pope were seated together, while Walker, at Cyrus's suggestion, led the fluffy creatures to their own room to rest.

They reached a corner when...

Going to the left from the corner leads to Cyrus Segalot's room.

The Sheri Hall is very large, and those who are arranged to stay here are all distinguished guests. Since they are all distinguished guests, their accommodations must be exquisite and luxurious, and spacious enough so that they will not encounter any other strangers while staying there.

The Pope was supposed to have his own separate quarters, but at his request, he shared a room with Cyrus, not just one room, but two adjacent rooms.

The walls along the corridor were lit by dim kerosene lamps, while every corner of the Sheri Hall was luxuriously carpeted with exquisite and beautiful carpets, making walking on them silent.

Cyrus's room had a small, semi-circular balcony. Moonlight streamed in from the balcony, filtering through the closed doors and windows and reflecting off the carpet in the hallway, making even the patterns on the doors and windows clearly visible.

The night possessed a tranquil beauty that made Cyrus stop and admire it for a while.

"Should we go out and take a look?" Segalot asked.

Cyrus nodded.

Segalot pushed open the door and window leading to the balcony and stepped out. There were well-arranged tables and chairs, but since it was evening, there was a lack of hot tea or red wine.

But there was a bouquet of flowers in full bloom on the table.

Segalot gently stroked the petals, then suddenly sighed.

Cyrus turned her head from admiring the moonlight, and asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

I'm not happy today.

Cyrus: "..."

He roughly understood why His Holiness the Pope was unhappy, but he didn't know how to comfort him. When Black Sugar was upset, he could hug its big head and stroke its back and tail, but...

Cyrus looked at the Pope's smooth, slightly wavy black hair and beautiful golden eyes... Hmm, maybe that won't work either.

He stepped forward and embraced the Pope, first wrapping his arms around his waist, then gently stroking his back, softly comforting him, "Are you unhappy?"

Segalot almost froze imperceptibly the moment Cyrus picked him up, his eyes flashed, and then the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

He said in a soft, low voice, "I'm still a little unhappy. Can you offer me some other form of comfort?"

Cyrus looked up in confusion. "What...?"

His chin was gently lifted by the Pope, and the rest of his words were unable to come out because his mouth was blocked. Unlike the gentle touch by Par Lake, this was awkward and restrained.

This kiss was incredibly passionate.

In an instant, heat ignited, burning directly from the lips into the heart, causing the entire body to go weak.

Cyrus couldn't help but wonder, where did the Pope get these skills from? What...? He clearly didn't know anything before...

Seemingly noticing his distraction, Cyrus Segalot gently bitten her.

He grunted in response.

Segalot stepped back slightly, but did not let her go. Instead, she bent down, put one arm around her waist, and used the other to lift her legs, then stepped back and sat down in the chair.

Cyrus was held in his arms and sat on his lap.

Before she could speak, her lips were sealed shut again.

Segalot slowly stroked Cyrus's neck from her waist with one hand, his movements unrestrained and passionate. It was as if he had peeled away the shell of indifference and restraint, revealing his fiery inner self only to Cyrus. Every move he made was filled with extreme restraint, as if he would not be able to resist becoming even more unrestrained if he did not act this way.

After settling all the fluffy creatures in, Walker went down the stairs to his room on the second floor.

Midway through the journey, Walker stopped. "Grand Duke Achiyoli, may I ask why you've come here so late...?"

Orville stopped and said, "I have something to discuss with Desinia."

"Then I'll guide you through..."

"No need, I can manage myself."

Walker, realizing the relationship between Grand Duke Achiyoli and the lord, did not insist. He stepped aside to let the Grand Duke pass first.

Orville nodded to him and continued walking upstairs.

He walked down the corridor, past the corner lit by a kerosene lamp, and further on was the room where Cyrus lived...

Even with movement, the corridor remained silent, the footsteps completely enveloped by the soft carpet. Moreover, Orville himself walked at a moderate pace.

However, when he reached the door and window near the balcony, Orville suddenly stopped.

His light gray eyes widened slightly, and his usually indifferent face, which rarely showed emotion, now revealed a look of surprise and shock.

He looked at the intertwined shadows on the balcony, his slender hand slowly clenching...