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Chapter 611: Sigrid's Southern Continent Plan
Chapter 611: Sigrid's Southern Continent Plan
In the northernmost reaches of the Northern Continent lay the Protoss Empire. Within its capital city of Helrom, a bustling hub, a private mansion atop a tall building in the heart of the city lay quiet and still. The owner of the house, seemingly asleep, had yet to stir all morning.
"Your Grace, it's time to wake up. The sun is already up," Gloria, her personal attendant, called out, her voice echoing faintly down the corridor of the mansion.
However, despite the urging, there was no response from within.
Sighing in exasperation, Gloria shook her head outside the door. Using a spare key, she unlocked and entered Sigrid's chamber.
The Bishop had been working tirelessly over the past month, confined to her duties within the Protoss Empire. Her role was akin to a lynchpin, and there was an ever-growing pile of work awaiting her, especially from the Grand Sage, Isis.
Driven by the desire to hasten her impending release and vacation, the Bishop threw herself into her work, striving to complete as much as possible beforehand.
Gloria felt that Sigrid wasn't getting proper rest. Even in her sleep, the Bishop's mind seemed more active than when she was awake, and her cheeks always bore a rosy hue. If not for her formidable strength, Gloria would have worried that Sigrid might wear herself out.
As Gloria mused, she made her way to the kitchen, skillfully preparing a meal that blurred the lines between breakfast and lunch.
After setting the meal in the living room and covering it with a warming magic tool, she returned to Sigrid's bedroom, only to find the Bishop still deep in slumber.
Sigrid tossed and turned in bed, her limbs moving aimlessly, save for the blanket that stubbornly clung to her stomach. Gloria couldn't tell if she was awake or simply enjoying a lazy morning.
"Honestly, how old are you? It's not very dignified, you know," Gloria wanted to chastise, but she held her tongue.
At least she didn't have to worry about Sigrid's marriage prospects anymore.
With that thought, Gloria quietly closed the door once more, leaving the sleeping Bishop undisturbed. She would inform her of the day's work once she woke up.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the dim bedroom gradually brightened, the sunlight filtering through the curtains reflecting off the mirrors and creating a sparkling display.
"Hmm..." Sigrid murmured, stirring in her bed, reluctant to part with the soft embrace of her blankets.
Only when she was fully awake did she open her eyes, the memory of a dream lingering. As her recollection returned, she sat up abruptly, the dream still fresh in her mind.
Every day, she dreamed of a woman with silver hair and amber eyes.
And this woman, Sigrid had met before.
"Damn, she's so cute. I should have forced her to become my saint back then," Sigrid grumbled as she fully returned to her senses.
Initially, she had merely admired the brave priestess who dared to lay hands on her. But now, with each passing dream, her affection for the girl grew.
She fantasized about having the girl live with her in the mansion, exploring and enjoying the city of Helrom together.
In retrospect, although Lanchi and Hyperion couldn't divulge information about their world in her dreams, Sigrid felt that they were somehow challenging the Shadow World.
Lastly, she recalled Hyperion hinting that their next meeting might be a decade or so away.
In other words, Hyperion and Lanchi knew that the Shadow World would continue.
So, if the next Shadow World occurred a decade or so later in that world's timeline, would she directly replace Sigree and enter the Shadow World?
"Hahahaha! I wonder if Hyperion will still want to hug me then," Sigrid laughed, rolling around on the bed in amusement.
She couldn't wait to see the look on Hyperion's face when she discovered that her beloved Sigree had transformed into a member of the Dominant Religion.
"No, I should tease her a bit first. I'll disguise myself as an adult Sigree and continue our intimate relationship. When she's utterly besotted with me, that's when I'll reveal the truth—that she's been cuddling up to her most hated Dominant Religion for an entire Shadow World!"
Sigrid delighted in her mischievous plan.
Climbing out of bed, she yawned and padded softly across the carpeted floor.
After a quick wash and some grooming, she was ready to face the new day.
"I really envy the Ice Snow Witch, Artemys," Sigrid mused. "She has a Trial Master coming down from the north to take over her work, so she can head to the Southern Continent for an early vacation. I wonder how much fun she's having every day."
Sigrid felt that the Fate Goddess Church was more amicable, with a warmer relationship between their bishops. Unlike the Resurrection Church, where mutual suspicion and intrigue were ever-present. However, Sigrid preferred the freedom of thought that the Resurrection Church offered, despite its members' constant wariness of one another.
Though she had felt exhausted from work and dreams over the past month, the thought of her Saint personally setting an example of diligent work kept her motivated.
"Steady steps, hard work," Sigrid reminded herself as she left the bedroom, stepping into the spacious and brightly lit corridor that led to the gallery.
Every piece of decor was exquisite and luxurious, from carefully selected artworks to custom-made furniture, all chosen by her.
As she reached the main hall, filled with the subtle scent of incense, she saw her personal attendant, Gloria, arranging fresh flowers in a white porcelain vase.
"Good morning, Gloria," Sigrid greeted.
"It's more like good afternoon, Your Grace," Gloria corrected with a smile.
"Oh my, is it past eleven already?" Sigrid exclaimed as she glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing how late it had gotten.
"I've mostly settled in the new Great Priests from the Southern Continent that you sent over. Please have a look and see if there are any adjustments needed." Gloria placed a document on the low cabinet within Sigrid's reach.
"Thank you for your hard work. I couldn't have done it without you," Sigrid said with a smile.
Gloria had always been by her side, especially during her most difficult times, and had become her trusted confidante.
Recently, she had received a talented group of individuals from the Saint, each one expertly trained by the Destruction Bishop herself. After reading the Saint's handwritten letter of introduction, Sigrid was left stunned for quite some time.
It was as if the Saint had helped her dig out half of the Destruction Branch's Great Priests! Although Sigrid had only minimal interactions with the Destruction Bishop, Ivanoth, she remembered her as a short-tempered and completely irrational woman.
"It's a good thing Lanchi left her with more than half of the Great Priests, as well as the Saintess and the Saint. Otherwise, if the Destruction Bishop had become a lone leader, she might have gone crazy," Sigrid sighed.
Even though the combined strength of all the subordinates in a branch couldn't match that of a Bishop, a properly functioning group, left only with its strongest leader, would undoubtedly have some loopholes. There was also the possibility of being plotted against by those familiar with the Bishop, such as the other Bishops of the Southern Continent. Even if they appeared to be on good terms with Destruction Bishop Ivanoth, any one of those ruthless individuals could stab her in the back without Sigrid's knowledge.
"Your Grace, the letter you sent to Wilford should be reaching him soon," Gloria said as she finished arranging the flower bouquet and turned around.
She now knew that Rocky Mekasei's real name was Lanchi Wilford.
As the closest confidant of the Bishop of the Dominant Religion, Gloria often heard the Bishop mention that name during their daily chats, constantly on her mind.
Since Lanchi had sent over not only the official recommendation letter for the Destruction Great Priests but also a personal letter, the Bishop had promptly replied to Lanchi, entrusting a professional messenger to deliver her response across the southern and northern continents.
The letter was written on antique-style paper, scented with burnt incense, and inscribed with fresh ink. Gloria had never seen the Bishop so serious about writing a letter before.
Surprisingly, the Bishop's literary talent was quite impressive, and she seemed to have a way with words.
"Yes, my vacation is just around the corner! In a few days, I'll be on my way to the Kingdom of Herton in the Southern Continent to find the Cat Boss' restaurant!" Sigrid grinned and gave Gloria a thumbs-up.
With the alliance between the Protoss Empire and the Kingdom of Aithailand firmly established, the northern continent, especially the southern shore, had become much more stable compared to the past, leaving only the final wrap-up work to be done.
The Saint had provided a clear address, and she wouldn't get lost in Hecrite. Even if she couldn't find the Cat Boss' restaurant, she could simply ask around on the nearby streets and might even run into some old acquaintances.
"By the way, the Saint reminded you that there's a Miss Talia in the Southern Continent who looks exactly like Miss Lanv, the Great Poet of Love. Be careful not to mistake her and suddenly jump on her," Gloria said after a moment of thought.
The usually dignified Bishop seemed to turn into a different person whenever the Saint was mentioned, becoming an indulgent young girl, which worried Gloria.
"Don't worry, how could I possibly mistake the Saint's favorite card? I borrowed that card from her to defeat Askesan, remember the Bishop's life-and-death battle? Besides, I'm an eighth-rank warrior. I would recognize the aura of the Great Poet of Love even if she turned to ash," Sigrid said with a shrug, sounding nonchalant.
(End of Chapter)
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