kingnovel Chapter 492 Lord Aldington
Chapter 492 Lord Aldington
Lilith followed Aldington out of the courtroom, with Ian and Lucas lagging far behind.
It was almost evening, and the weather was not good today, so the sunset was much dimmer than usual. Lilith looked at the sky and estimated that Catherine would be back soon after making arrangements with Angel, and she did not want to waste time with the person in front of her.
"You've been promoted, Lord Aldington." Lilith glanced at the intricate yet low-key white embroidery on Aldington's robe.
"It's just that I'm lucky enough to be favored by the light." Aldington saw Lilith standing still, so he also stopped. "If it were you, you would get even more. I know your talent best. Child, get back on the right track. It's not too late now. The light can accommodate everything."
Lilith glanced at the priest again, "Sir, I have been taught by you since I was young, so you can be considered my teacher..."
Aldington looked at her.
"You appeared in front of me today, didn't you just want to tell me that you were unaware of what happened to Marcia or Angel in the temple, that you disagree with the results of the trial, and that not all people in the Vatican are like those in the court of inquiry?" Lilith looked straight into Oldington's eyes.
"There is no absolute flawlessness in the world. Light and darkness always coexist, but neither side can fully represent the whole. Besides, don't you want to change the status quo yourself?"
"No matter how much you apply on the skin of a rotten fruit, its inside cannot be restored to its original state. Things that are already broken should be thrown into the trash instead of spending more energy to repair them." Lilith couldn't help showing a look of disgust when she recalled every detail of the court.
"...You've read history, so you should know that radicals never have a good ending." Aldington's voice didn't sound angry. "A small mistake made by the superiors could lead to the collapse of society. Can ordinary people bear this? Can your relatives and friends in Shelley Town? Lilith, I know you are a kind child."
Lilith pursed her lips and looked into the distance. From the Inquisition, she could also glimpse a part of the Temple of Light. The setting sun shone obliquely through the cracks in the clouds, emitting the last rays of golden light on the white spire of the temple. The glass on the building began to flicker, like the reflection of a raging fire.
I wish there was a fire that burned everything here.
Lilith looked towards the carriage in the distance again. Catherine was giving instructions to her men. She had seen Lilith and seemed a little surprised that she would stand with a clergyman, so she kept turning her head to look at Lilith.
"If you must hear a clear rejection... I will never join the Temple of Light in this lifetime. I am proud to be a member of Goletia."
The care of her friends, the protection of her teachers, and her increasingly powerful self gave her the confidence. Now Lilith finally dared to make a clear refusal and no longer had to run away in embarrassment in the middle of the night.
Lord Oldington did not seem to be displeased by her rude words. He followed Lilith's gaze and naturally saw the famous princess.
"It seems that you have made a lot of friends, Lilith. I am happy for you. Although I do hope that you can convert to the light, this is not the purpose of my visit to you today." He put his hands into the hem of his wide white robe.
"——I came here because I heard them mention your name when they talked about trial by combat, Lilith. I hope you can stay away from these disputes and not participate in the trial by combat."
Lilith turned around in surprise.
"why?"
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"Bam—!"
In the Bishop Palace, the door of His Majesty the King's bedroom was pushed open with a bang. Bishop Harris, who was originally here and dozing off in his chair, was frightened by the noise and almost slipped off the seat. He woke up immediately and got up hurriedly. He saw King George walking in with a gloomy face, followed by Bishop Quincy with an equally grim expression.
"Your Majesty?" Bishop Harris was confused. He looked at Quincy obscurely, but his old colleague did not receive his inquiring gaze. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "You should take the medicine. According to your instructions, I have added--"
King George walked over, snatched the bottle of medicine handed to him by the waiter, tilted his head back and started drinking it.
"Gudong, Gudong."
There was suddenly no sound of conversation in the room, only the sound of King George swallowing anxiously. Along with this sound, a faint smell of blood gradually spread in the room. He drank very eagerly, and bright red potion flowed from the corners of his mouth. The servant hesitated again and again with a towel in his hand, but finally he mustered up the courage to come over.
"Bang!" King George smashed the empty potion bottle to the ground. The glass shattered and the debris scattered all over the ground.
“——How ridiculous!”
King George gritted his teeth, which had been stained red by the potion. With the red mark at the corner of his mouth, he looked like he had just gnawed on a piece of fresh flesh. It was very creepy, and the waiter who came closer showed some fear on his face.
"Get out!" King George said in a stern tone. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the waiters stepping over the broken glass one by one and leaving the room.
"You disappoint me so much, Quincy." Just as Bishop Harris was hesitating whether to follow him out, King George had already started to attack Bishop Quincy. He had endured it all the way, but now he could not endure it anymore.
"—I'm disappointed, Quincy." King George took a few deep breaths and spoke gloomily.
"——You said that the women in the temple are the purest. After this happened, your promise is like a joke. The bloodline of the Bishop family cannot be mixed!"
Harris' heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he lowered his head in fear, wishing he was deaf and blind - would it be too deliberate for him to slip away by sticking to the wall now? He and Quincy were responsible for different jobs in the Vatican, and although he had heard about His Majesty and what he had done recently, he really didn't want to hear these things.
"Today's incident is an exception, Your Majesty." Quincy really hated Viente. What was even more infuriating was that for the sake of the Vatican's reputation, he had to clean up the mess. "The women in the temple are all selected from believers across the country. They are pure in mind and the most pious..."
Quincy couldn't say anything more. He closed his eyes tightly and said, "I will deal with all that and choose new people."
King George snorted, "I won't help you clean up your mess every time, Quincy."
If he hadn't come forward today, how could the case in the King's Court be resolved so easily?
Bishop Quincy's eyes flashed with suspicion, and he raised his head, "This is not for me, Your Majesty. Light is above all else. You and I are both servants of God the Father, and we should protect the image of the Holy See."
—Don’t talk as if it has nothing to do with you, Bishop Quincy muttered to himself.
The potion began to take effect, and King George felt a constant flow of heat spreading from his stomach to his limbs, as if vitality was no longer an adjective but had become a concrete thing. He closed his eyes and felt it quietly for a long time, then he let out a sigh of relief.
"You're right, Quincy." King George returned to his usual peaceful self.
"The image of the Church must not be desecrated. Catherine is really too ignorant." He began to pace around the room. "Trial by combat. Ha, it must be Catherine who gave the idea to the Russell girl."
Bishop Quincy nodded immediately and couldn't agree more. Apart from her, who else could make the Taylor family, who had lost their kingmaker, stand up and fight a trial for the Russell family? This was ridiculous!
"The princess still needs teaching." Bishop Quincy expressed his dissatisfaction with Catherine's rude words and actions today.
"Haha." But King George suddenly laughed for some reason. "Yes, she needs to be taught."
Taylor and Russell, their former leaders have all grown old, and the new generation has already shown its edge in High Court. What's interesting is that their lives are bound together for a trial by combat. If they lose... Haha, does Catherine think that she has become a rising star among the nobles? Then he will let everyone see what the consequences of following the princess will be.
"——Vientale must win the trial by combat."