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Chapter 949: Great-Grandmother
Chapter 949: Great-Grandmother
"You're being too blunt..."
As Lyon nodded in agreement to Prince Ferne's invitation and boarded the carriage to the Obscur Church, the Red-haired Director inside the ball fruit couldn't help but speak up.
"After that security officer left, Lyon's suspicions were temporarily dispelled, but that doesn't mean he will let down his guard."
"When you borrowed Ferne's body to invite him to the Obscur Church just now, your intentions were too obvious. Lyon probably already has doubts about you now."
Fortunately, you are controlling Ferne's words, so he will likely suspect Ferne first, guessing if this is a setup by the Kalenv royalty, wanting him to see something in the Obscur Church, rather than suspecting that Ferne is being controlled. Otherwise..."
"Enough!"
Annoyed by the Red-haired Director's nagging, the Serpent Director couldn't help but turn and glare at her.
"I understand the situation! If I didn't know this, I wouldn't have... I probably wouldn't have invited him so bluntly! Besides, it hasn't been exposed yet, has it?"
"It's just that it hasn't been exposed yet."
The Red-haired Director glanced at Lyon through the ball fruit, and seeing the familiar suspicion in his smiling eyes, she shook her head and continued earnestly.
"Your disguise is too rough, given Lyon's cautious nature. If you continue to be this careless with your words, he will eventually associate you with me. When that happens..."
"Why don't you do it then!"
Feeling that every word of the Red-haired Director was subtly belittling his intelligence, the Serpent Director retracted his blood-soaked fingers and said angrily:
"You've always been like this! You have to explain everything I do! Go ahead, do it yourself!"
"Except for when I deliberately deceive you, when have I ever been wrong?"
"..."
"You're too impulsive. If you had discussed it with me more when making decisions..."
"Shut up!"
"I can shut up, but you also need to face reality."
"..."
"It's useless even if you don't speak. The fact is that you made the wrong choice. Believe me, Lyon will be the one to change everything..."
Agh!
The Serpent Director was infuriated by the Red-haired Director's criticism and praise of Lyon. He clenched his teeth, stomped his foot, and suddenly exerted more force, squeezing out another large amount of blood.
And as more Crimson Blood flowed into his body, Prince Ferne's eyes blinked slightly, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, he tentatively looked at Lyon and asked:
"Prince Lyon, I have a question. I wonder if you can answer it for me?"
"What's the question?"
"It's about Miss Oliviah."
After observing Lyon's expression, "Prince Ferne" hesitated and said softly:
"I also manage the royal lineage in my spare time, so I'm quite familiar with the names of the royal members. When I received your notification earlier, asking my father to help find Miss Oliviah, I wanted to ask you..."
"Prince Lyon, is the Miss Oliviah you're looking for my Great-Grandmother Oliviah?"
"Huh?!"
"Huh?!"
Hmph, so what if you expose the truth? It's not like it's something only you can do!
The Serpent Director, feeling a great sense of satisfaction, glanced at the Red-haired Director, whose expression had tightened. He couldn't help but shake his blood-oozing fingers and continued to control Prince Ferne, asking anxiously:
"Am I right?"
You want us to investigate that person, and it's really Oliviah, the Matriarch?"
"..."
Matriarch... that title after the Director's name is really jarring...
Lyon subconsciously clicked his tongue, acknowledging the "Prince Ferne" guess, and then, with a slightly strained expression, replied:
"The person I'm looking for is indeed her... Did you guess it from her name?"
"And from the investigative leads you provided."
Prince Ferne thought for a moment, then hesitated slightly before saying:
"The places you suggested we focus on are mostly taverns, markets, shopping streets, and the like. And there are also residences of several royal family members who have a poor relationship with her."
"I've read some of Matriarch Oliviah's records. Since she was young, she's loved drinking, sneaking out of the palace to mingle with crowds, arguing with people, causing trouble everywhere, and stealing pocket money from my father and uncles... The places you mentioned are mostly where she likes to hang out."
"..."
"I remember my great-grandfather once described her and Matriarch Jenny in this way... Not all girls are made of candy, spices, and good things. Some girls are born to represent adventure, fine wine, wisdom, and fearlessness."
Adventure, fine wine, wisdom, fearlessness... The Director does have a bit of this meaning when she's not drunk.
Lyon nodded in agreement, then sighed and said:
"That's a very fitting description, Director... Your Matriarch is indeed like that."
"Um... But that was Great-grandfather's evaluation of Matriarch Jenny."
"..."
After seeing Lyon's slightly stiff expression, Prince Ferne blinked and said:
"The second half of Great-grandfather's statement was... As for Oliviah, she's like an untamed dog that runs wild if not leashed. She has an inherently low bottom line, only following the rules she wants to obey, and disregarding everything else.
Moreover, she's also gluttonous, loves drinking, playing, and sleeping, has a thick skin and no sense of reason, has a morally corrupt and terrible character, and causes trouble without any psychological burden... Ouch!"
As Prince Ferne spoke, he suddenly cried out in pain, clutching his stomach and squatting down. Lyon, who had been listening with a speechless expression, quickly reached out to support him, then asked with concern:
"Your Highness? What's wrong?"
"It's... nothing..."
The sudden pain came and went quickly. After wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Prince Ferne managed a forced smile and said:
"It's an old problem; my stomach aches from time to time... Your Highness Lyon, ahead is the Anointed Chapel of the Obscur Church. Let me take you there to have a look?"
"Okay."
Lyon gave Prince Ferne a deep look, then followed him silently towards the tall, white building at the end of the long street.
"Your Highness, Prince Ferne."
As Lyon and Prince Ferne arrived at the base of the Anointed Chapel's spire, escorted by over a dozen guards, two priests in white robes immediately stepped forward from the group welcoming worshippers at the entrance.
"May the Mother of Light bestow her blessings upon you, so that even in the darkness of night, your eyes will remain as bright as torches, guiding your path."
After blessing the group, the two priests examined Lyon's predominantly black hair, then frowned and glanced at Prince Ferne with inquisitive eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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