Muxuan, after selecting two Cardinals who could be confirmed as fanatical believers, walked deep into the church.
He was truly too tired and had to rest.
Similarly, he also needed a quiet and enclosed space to study the things Beikeze had left behind.
That stone tablet and the two swords had been transferred by “Muxuan” along with the floor tiles to the basement of the church.
Watching the Pope’s departing figure, Kelaite, who had just been selected as a Cardinal, silently glanced at Aliyadi, who had also been selected as a Cardinal across from him, then turned and left.
Aliyadi, on the other hand, glanced contemptuously at Kelaite, then enjoyed the attention of the other four Bishops.
He had originally thought that with Valentin around, even if Beikeze died, he wouldn’t become a Cardinal no matter what.
But he hadn’t expected His Holiness to select two Cardinals this time, and Valentin had even abstained!
Turning his head toward “Muxuan,” Aliyadi made a confident vow in his heart.
‘Something like what happened with Beikeze will never happen again! Rest assured, Your Holiness, I will definitely make the Church better!’
Then, he turned to look at two of the Bishops, cleared his throat, and his tone became stern.
“You two, hurry back and assist Grand Commander Kamani in continuing to expand the stronghold northward!”
Because Gelifende had died, as the Deputy Commander, Kamani naturally inherited the position of Grand Commander.
Amid waves of flattery, Aliyadi walked toward his office with a full smile.
After all, the task assigned by His Holiness was the most important!
“Your Highness… has everything been arranged?”
Looking at Muxuan, who had opened her eyes, Qiansitelin rubbed Muxuan’s shoulder again and asked softly.
Muxuan nodded, then gently moved Qiansitelin’s hand off her shoulder.
Feeling the smooth touch in her hands, Qiansitelin couldn’t help teasing:
“Your Highness truly has skin of ice and bones of jade.”
Hearing Qiansitelin’s words, Muxuan immediately glared angrily at Qiansitelin, who was secretly laughing.
“Qiansitelin! That’s enough joking!”
“Forget it, I’m not dealing with you. I’m going to sleep!”
With a slight huff, Muxuan immediately stood up and walked out of the bath.
Water droplets silently slid along the curves of Muxuan’s body, leaving winding traces on her skin before finally sinking into the soft rug.
She stepped barefoot onto the rug, each step making no sound at all.
Her slender waist and well-proportioned legs were faintly visible through the hazy steam.
Qiansitelin lazily lay at the edge of the bath, a few strands of wet golden hair stuck to her cheeks.
She rested her chin on her hands, unabashedly examining Muxuan carefully, her eyes full of undisguised admiration.
“Tsk tsk tsk—”
Qiansitelin dragged out her tone, shaking her head with a hint of mischief:
“Your Highness, oh Your Highness, your development… still has room for improvement～”
Muxuan, who had just been wiping her arm with a soft towel, paused, then gave Qiansitelin a displeased look.
“Shut up!”
She ignored the laughing Qiansitelin and focused on using the towel to absorb every drop of water from her body.
Her fingertips brushed over her smooth arms and flat, taut stomach.
Every touch made Muxuan feel a bit unnatural.
This body was as delicate as a porcelain doll, with fair, flawless skin and every curve perfectly proportioned.
‘At first… at first I resisted it so much…’
Muxuan looked down at her palm, murmuring softly.
At the beginning, she had been extremely resistant…
But the successive events had made it hard for her to calm down and feel it.
Now that she came to her senses, she realized she had gradually gotten used to it.
A barely audible sigh escaped her lips.
Muxuan shook her head, trying to shake off those distracting thoughts.
She gathered her hair behind her, casually picked up a string, and tied it up.
After draping the towel on the rack beside her, she finished fixing her hair.
Qiansitelin had somehow already gotten up from the edge of the bath, quickly picked up the neatly folded clothes beside her.
This time it was a simple white dress.
The soft fabric felt cool to the touch, and the hem was embroidered with extremely delicate silver patterns, faintly visible in the shifting light.
“Come, Your Highness, it’s time to change.”
Qiansitelin’s tone had softened somewhat, but the smile in her eyes hadn’t faded.
She carefully helped Muxuan put on the dress, gently smoothing out the wrinkles at the back, and carefully adjusted the straps to the most comfortable position.
“There.”
Qiansitelin took half a step back, satisfied with her work.
Then, she suddenly hugged Muxuan, even rubbing her face against Muxuan’s cheek.
“As expected of Your Highness, so adorable!”
Feeling the sudden weight pressing down on her, Muxuan felt a wave of helplessness.
She broke free from Qiansitelin’s embrace, looked at Qiansitelin who still wanted to cling to her, and smiled gently.
“Alright, time to sleep.”
Muxuan’s voice carried fatigue.
Qiansitelin naturally heard it.
Then she sighed, nodded, and no longer insisted on clinging to Muxuan.
“Then Your Highness, rest well～”
After all that had happened, she was also a bit tired.
Cuddling could wait anytime, but for now, it was best to let Your Highness rest.
“Aren’t you coming with me?”
After taking two steps, realizing Qiansitelin hadn’t followed, Muxuan turned to ask.
Looking at her slightly puzzled little Highness, Qiansitelin shook her head with a smile.
“Your Highness, go rest quickly. Sage Lutherch will be back soon, I still need to receive him～”
After a moment of silence, confirming Qiansitelin wasn’t joking, Muxuan finally nodded and walked alone toward the bedroom.
After Muxuan left, Qiansitelin quickly dressed and headed in the other direction.
Before she even walked out the door, Lutherch sent another message.
Frowning slightly, Qiansitelin quickly rushed toward a certain direction.
Soon, she saw Lutherch at the base entrance.
“The Eastern Tower Sage still remembers to come back, huh.”
Lutherch was also heavily injured.
Hearing Qiansitelin’s words, he paused in his steps, his brow deeply furrowed.
As soon as he returned, the atmosphere was this hostile?
Lutherch sighed inwardly, well aware of what Qiansitelin was angry about.
“The situation at the Southern Mine Vein is not good.”
“Then that’s still no excuse for letting Nisangdo escape!”
Qiansitelin showed no concession to Lutherch’s statement.
Lutherch was choked into silence.
After a moment of silence, he revealed a piece of news that Qiansitelin cared about most.
“The Three Saints… are in the Elven Forest.”