Chapter 166

Shamir Phoebe attended the event in full regalia. As the female protagonist of the original book, she possesses an unparalleled appearance, especially her distinctive long silver-white hair and beautiful pink eyes.

At this moment, her long, moon-like hair was braided into a loose plait, adorned with a pure white Belanka flower, which made her face appear even whiter and more beautiful.

As she walked, her long pink and white dress resembled layers upon layers of blooming petals, exuding elegance and attracting everyone's attention with every move.

Although her behavior in front of the Saint Church that day became a topic of conversation, it is undeniable that Shamir Phoebe possesses unparalleled beauty.

It fascinates and inspires admiration.

Now, some of the nobles in the hall couldn't help but wonder if one of the reasons His Majesty the King chose Shamir as the Queen of the Saint Airo Empire was because he was attracted to her beauty.

After all, having a beautiful wife is pleasing to the eye.

Shamir linked an arm with Warner's, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the crowd in the banquet hall.

Warner whispered, "You're going to be my fiancée. Tonight, don't do anything out of line, understand?"

Shamir looked away, lowered her head slightly, and said in a low voice, looking aggrieved, "I know..."

She also understands that her current thoughts are wishful thinking.

But... the moment Shamir saw the Lord of Desinia, she couldn't control her pounding heart.

She started to get a little nervous.

Moreover, she is getting closer and closer to the Lord of Desinia...

Shamir a beat slow to realize that Warner was leading her over, and soon they arrived beside the Lord of Desinia.

More and more eyes were being cast at us from all around, almost imperceptibly.

Cyrus held a wine glass in one hand, watching the male and female protagonists from the original book walk down the stairs arm in arm, and then come to stand in front of her.

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He nodded calmly and greeted her politely, "Your Majesty, Miss Phoebe."

What are they doing here?

Warner said, "I am very grateful to the lord for coming to the Empire to attend my wedding. The previous conflict between the Empire and the Desinia Territory was not my intention."

"I hope the lord will not hold a grudge."

Cyrus: "If Your Majesty is referring to the Kunseci war, then it is indeed not Your Majesty's fault; it was all the fault of the nobles in the empire's border territories who acted on their own."

"Since so much time has passed, of course I won't hold it against you."

Warner smiled and said, "That's good."

He gestured to the waiter to bring a tray, picked up a glass of wine from it, and said to Cyrus, "I hope the lord has a very pleasant evening."

"Thanks."

After the two glasses clinked together, Warner downed his drink in one gulp.

Under the watchful eyes of those around her, in order to show courtesy and respect for the king, Cyrus had no choice but to drink the wine in her cup clean.

After Warner left with Shamir, Cyrus rubbed her forehead, feeling a slight buzz...

My alcohol tolerance is too low.

He only had two drinks.

Cyrus found a table, put down her wine glass, and decided not to touch it anymore.

He stood there, watching Warner, with Shamir, speak with several nobles and distinguished guests from afar before returning to the spacious steps to begin the specific speech procedure of the engagement ceremony.

He listened to the voices around him, but his gaze swept across the entire hall with a mixture of curiosity and interest.

Thomas, the Grand Elder of the Ed Merchant Guild, was also among those invited. Standing beside him was his son, Jared, a tall, somewhat handsome man who was glaring at him...

Cyrus was puzzled, then remembered what he had done in the past.

--He apparently once ordered his men to strip the president's son and the female protagonist's father from the original book naked and tie them together for one night...

That's a really wicked method; no wonder the president's son still holds a grudge against him.

Cyrus, feeling a little dizzy, held her head, ignoring Jared's gaze, and started looking elsewhere... Wait, is that His Holiness the Pope?!

When Segalot saw that Cyrus was finally looking in his direction, a smile appeared on his lips, and he waved to him.

He was standing in a very secluded corner of the hall, surrounded by curtains and drapes. He stepped out slightly as everyone looked up at Warner and Shamir.

Then I noticed that Little Rose appeared calm on the surface, but her gaze was actually unfocused as she looked around.

He was clearly walking around and his attention was not focused.

Cyrus laughed.

His thoughts were actually still clear, just slightly heavy, like wine slowly fermenting until it filled his entire brain.

Warner was still speaking on the steps.

Thinking that no one should be paying attention, Cyrus left the table and walked towards His Holiness the Pope.

After he left, Archibald, who had been standing not far away, noticed him.

Archibald knew that Cyrus couldn't hold her liquor and hadn't drunk much before, but tonight she drank two glasses of Vodka -mixed drink.

It's inevitable that I'll feel uncomfortable.

Archibald was somewhat worried. He had been glancing at Cyrus several times when King Warner began to speak, and now that he saw him walking towards a certain place, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Segalot stood in Archibald's blind spot, and by the time Archibald followed Cyrus, His Holiness the Pope had already disappeared behind layers of curtains.

Behind the curtain is a terrace leading to the courtyard.

The courtyard connecting to the banquet hall was also decorated by the palace servants and attendants. Blooming flowers were placed around the courtyard, and lanterns were lit on both sides of the path.

A semi-circular iron basin rests on a perforated iron frame, where firewood crackles and burns, casting a warm glow over the surroundings.

Segalot stood under a tree that was sprouting new buds.

He raised his head, his golden eyes focused intently on the green shoots that had sprouted on a branch, his expression calm yet his gaze gentle.

He seemed to hear soft footsteps, and when he turned his head, a pair of eyes favored by God looked at him.

Cyrus suddenly stopped in her tracks.

In that instant, he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

He seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming, leaves sprouting and growing, and spring water bubbling and gurgling...

An overwhelming feeling was welling up inside me.

Perhaps it was because everything around him was just right, and the atmosphere was perfectly set, that Cyrus couldn't help but quicken his pace toward His Holiness the Pope. Finally, he stood in front of the Pope, pursed his lips, and couldn't help but smile.

Segalot touched his earlobe, which was slightly hot from drinking, and whispered, "Are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk," Cyrus shook her head.

"I can still count, and I can still see things clearly. You're standing in front of me, here are my eyebrows, eyes, nose... and mouth."

As Cyrus spoke, she ran her finger across His Holiness the Pope's face, the heat from her fingertip feeling intense, as if it could ignite a flame.

Finally, the soft fingertip rested on Segalot's lips.

Segalot tilted his head back slightly, moving a little distance away, then smiled and kissed Cyrus's fingertips, saying, "I think you're drunk."

But he wasn't completely drunk; at least he was still conscious.

Cyrus withdrew her finger, displeased, and said, "I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly sober right now."

It's just that the emotions were amplified by alcohol.

Segalot nodded in agreement. "Okay, you're not drunk. Would you like to find a place to rest?"

Cyrus: "This is the royal palace, how could there be a place for me to rest? Don't wander around."

He frowned, suddenly remembering that the Pope's surname was Augsger, with the middle surname being Wordsworth. It seemed that the original book mentioned that the Pope had some connection with the royal family of the Saint Airo Empire.

However, the original book contains very little description of the Pope, so Cyrus is unsure.

"I'll take you somewhere," Segalot said.

After saying that, he took Cyrus's wrist and left the courtyard of the hall.

After the two left, Archibald slowly emerged from the shadows where the light didn't reach him. He watched their receding figures, his expression unreadable.

The firewood in the brazier suddenly crackled, and a flash of light flickered across Archibald's face, illuminating his somber, lake-green eyes in an instant.

After a while, a servant passed by in the courtyard. He noticed Archibald standing in a slightly darker spot, so he went over to pay his respects. But when he looked up, he was startled by the prince's expression.

Segalot led Cyrus through courtyards, corridors, and countless rooms... Along the way, the guards, servants, and attendants they encountered bowed respectfully.

They seemed to take the Pope's presence deep within the palace for granted.

Furthermore, even if these knights and servants were surprised that the Pope was accompanied by Cyrus, they did not show any unusual expression on their faces.

As they walked on, fewer and fewer knights remained to guard them, and servants and attendants were almost nowhere to be seen.

The place they arrived at was still luxurious, but it was clear that no one had lived there for a long time, as if it had been separated from the front part of the palace into two parts.

"Where is this?" Cyrus asked, puzzled.

Segalot: "This is where I was born."

Cyrus looked up in surprise. "Your Majesty was born in the royal palace?!"

Segalot took Cyrus's hand and led him slowly inside, through an arched corridor, past a bare courtyard.

No ornamental plants have been planted here.

Segalot: "The Belanka behind the Saint Church are ones I transplanted from here. Initially, some Belanka failed to adapt to the new environment and slowly withered and died..."

"However, time heals all wounds, and new flowers will always replace the old."

"Your Majesty..." Cyrus gently tugged at his finger and asked, "You and the Imperial Royal Family..."

Segalot: "I have absolutely no connection with the current imperial family."

"Don't worry about these things. I'll tell you everything you want to know. I want you to understand everything about me, every single detail..."