Chapter 283: Dekan’s Dream of the Holy Kingdom (1) |
Dekan, in a mood to mourn for himself, was carried away from the Happy Group by Cornelia.
They wandered around the royal capital again until the sky turned a deep purple.
Cornelia held Little Gray, walking on the streets of the royal capital.
“Cornelia, meow… are you done playing yet…”
Little Gray said listlessly.
If this continued, he felt that sooner or later he would completely degenerate into the Cat Bishop.
“Yes, I’ve had enough fun.”
Cornelia said with satisfaction,
“Is there anywhere else you want to go?”
“I haven’t, because Dekan has never taken me there.”
“Uh, my bad, meow.”
“What’s wrong, do you want to go see the temple now?”
“I never really believed in the legend of the Goddess, but now I feel there’s something mysterious about it. I think I should go and pray to the Goddess, meow…”
“Okay.”
Cornelia agreed, then carried Little Gray and walked towards the ancient temple.
In the simple, yet artistic temple.
Since it was already late, there were almost no people.
And the priest uncle on duty here looked… drunk?
There was even a wine bottle placed brazenly by his side.
“Uncle, are you sure you’re okay like this, meow…”
Dekan had originally wanted to buy some amulets for his companions; he felt everyone’s luck was too bad today.
He did not expect there to be only one priest who seemed unconscious.
“Gurgle…? Is the cat talking? Looks like I’m drunk.”
After speaking, the drunkard priest fell back into a deep sleep.
“Meow! Uncle! Sell us a few amulets before you sleep, meow!”
“Amulets, huh? For some reason, the amulets sold out in a flash today…”
The priest let out another drunken burp and said haltingly,
“But I can make them for you on the spot. Let’s see… first, I need some gems containing the power of blessing. Seems like I’ve run out. Where are there any left…”
The priest looked around, then suddenly seemed to remember something. He staggered over to the statue of the Goddess, knocked off a gem from the Goddess' scepter, broke it in half, then took out some tools from the pulpit. In just a few minutes, he skillfully made them into two amulets.
“Here, pay up.”
The priest staggered back to Cornelia, handed her the amulets, and held out his other hand for money.
“Uncle, you dare to take this money, meow…”
Dekan quickly extended his paw to refuse.
He dared not let Cornelia accept these amulets, for fear of incurring divine punishment.
“It’s no problem… The doctrine of the Sun God Cult has always been this way, unconcerned with trifles and making the best use of everything.”
“Don’t try to fool me, meow. I know your former Holy Knight Commander.”
“Don’t worry… if anything happens, even if it’s divine punishment, I’ll take the blame for you…”
“Really?”
Cornelia asked.
She seemed to be very tempted by these limited edition, matching amulets.
“I swear to the Goddess…”
The drunkard priest said.
Cornelia looked at Dekan. Dekan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
I’ll ask Judith later if doing this will incur divine punishment.
If it really is a problem, I’ll just throw these two amulets back into the donation box.
Afterward, Cornelia happily bought the pair of amulets, putting one in her pocket and hanging the other around Little Gray’s neck.
“Alright Cornelia, today is finally over, meow…”
After this long day, Dekan felt a bit tired himself.
“We agreed on one day, didn’t we.”
Cornelia asked, showing no sign of putting Little Gray down.
“Meow?”
“You have to keep your promise.”
“Meow…”
……
Just like that, Cornelia carried Little Gray back to the dormitory.
She never let go from beginning to end.
And Little Gray had long since taken on an appearance of giving up resistance and complete surrender.
“You promised me that you wouldn’t change back for a whole day, right?”
Cornelia held up Little Gray and asked, looking at him.
“Meow…”
“Then it’s okay for me to sleep while holding you, right?”
“Meow meow!”
“You’re not allowed to run away this time.”
After speaking, Cornelia carried him to the bedroom and, as if very tired, fell onto the bed while holding Little Gray.
“Dekan…”
Cornelia murmured softly.
This was the first time Cornelia had called him by his name after he turned into a cat, instead of “Little Gray”.
Although her hands were gradually loosening.
Little Gray also crawled out of her embrace.
But Little Gray looked at Cornelia, who had fallen into a deep sleep in just a few seconds, and the satisfied smile on her face.
Little Gray helplessly shook his head.
Just as he was about to leave, he remembered his promise to her.
So he obediently lay down beside her again.
Like an elegant noble cat, he accompanied her into a deep slumber.
And the one person and one cat who had fallen into a dream did not notice.
A faint light flickered from within the amulets.
……
It was like a hazy dream.
This was a classical-style mansion.
“Delois, are you all right?”
A deep, middle-aged male voice brought the gray-haired young man in the office back to his senses.
The gray-haired young man looked around.
He saw the middle-aged man before him holding a brand-new cigarette in his mouth, seemingly waiting for someone to light it for him.
“I apologize, my lord. I didn’t expect to be distracted myself.”
The gray-haired young man quickly bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man, a composed smile on his face.
He reached out and skillfully lit the lord’s cigarette, took a step back, and waited for the lord to speak.
The gray-haired young man was dressed in a butler’s uniform, his hair neatly combed back, and he wore white gloves, looking exceptionally elegant.
But he knew.
All of this was just a disguise and an act.
He was just imitating a human.
A perfect attendant should behave this way.
“Thank you… very much for what you’ve done for me. Although I shouldn’t express this kind of emotion to you under any circumstances, what you have done… has indeed saved many people in the territory.”
The lord exhaled a puff of smoke and sighed with some confusion,
“Delois, I know you are a most dangerous fellow, but I don’t think you are evil. Or rather, evil is not a necessity for you. So I would rather deal with you than with those evil people.”
“I am honored to hear you say that, my lord.”
The gray-haired young man bowed gracefully again and said.
But in his pupils, from the very beginning until now, there seemed to be no emotional fluctuation at all.
The lord stared at the gray-haired young man for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly, saying:
“Corotia is waiting for you. Go and visit her.”
“Yes, my lord.”
The gray-haired young man bowed and quickly retreated as instructed.
As he walked past the cabinet in the lord’s room with a composed smile on his face.
In the reflection on the glass, the figure of a gray-haired, golden-eyed male demon flashed by.