Chapter 26: Silver Hair, Violet Irises (2/2)

But Duke Gordon didn’t feel unhappy at all. Cliff was always like this, not even caring about nobles; he had the skill and power to be haughty. On the contrary, Duke Gordon was very happy. Everyone at today’s banquet had fame and prestige, and now they all witnessed for themselves Claire becoming Cliff’s disciple.

Princess Maurice was still frozen in place, watching blankly as Cliff pulled Claire away.

In a corner of the big hall, a pair of eyes watched everything darkly. “Lashia, don’t watch anymore.” A young man beside felt sorry for her, and whispered quietly.

Lashia didn’t answer, but tightened her gaze on Claire. Her face was white as a sheet, because the damage Jean had done to her has not entirely healed, even though she went to a healer. Jean’s Dou Qi was too strong; there was no way to cure it completely. The two young men beside Lashia were her seniors who had being with her that day. Other than ashamed of not catching Lashia, they were also puzzled, puzzled why Lashia didn’t go home and tell this to Duke Gordon, to get the duke to punish that lawless and violent warrior. One of them had asked, but Lashia only laughed coldly, “I’m not a child who whines to adults when they didn’t get candy.” Lashia watched Claire’s figure darkly, her thoughts unknown.

“Lashia, we will avenge you.” Her big brother senior frowned and stated angrily.

“No, don’t interfere.” Lashia’s voice suddenly became icy.

“Why? Do you think you could win over that warrior? That warrior was a Grand Swordsman!” The second senior brother asked worriedly. The situation on that day had been very unexpected. They didn’t think that warrior would attack, or that he was a Grand Swordsman! Magicians are most fearful of close combat or hidden arrows. To a magician who needs to chant tedious spells to attack, both of these could be fatal.

Lashia was silent. Her gaze became profound. She finally realized that something was off. Was that cold, indifferent blonde girl really her useless, man-chasing older sister? She was truly blinded by jealousy. What was so special about her that Jean became so loyal and made Cliff accept her as a disciple? She must find out this answer by herself.

Claire was pulled by Cliff to a balcony. There seemed to be a figure standing on the secluded balcony. There, it was very calm and quiet, and it seemed like nobody dared to come and bother. What kind of person would be there?

“Lawrence, you old foggy, come over and look. This is my newly accepted disciple. If you don’t believe my words, come and look yourself.” Cliff snorted coldly towards the person on the balcony.

As Claire looked at the person on the balcony, she was startled. That person had a dignified expression and was completely clothed in red, even his hat red. On his clothes, there was a small sun symbol, showing he was from the Temple of Light. A Red-robed Cardinal! Second only to the Pope. This time he had come to represent the Temple of Light at the princess’s birthday banquet. Although the divine and royal powers would forever clash with each other, they still had to show harmony on the surface.

Claire sized up the old man in front of her, while the old man did the same to her. Gradually, the old man’s eyes revealed many emotions, including jealousy and amazement.

“You old bastard, you really stepped onto dinosaur shit1, getting such a disciple.” That dignified-looking old man actually spit out those type of words, making Claire’s mouth twitch. Coming from such an austere old man it really was strange. What’s more, his rank was an esteemed Red-robed Cardinal. But this old man was very interesting and also a little cute. He didn’t feel like one of those false hypocrites.

“Greetings, your eminence. For our first meeting, I am Claire Hill.” Claire elegantly curtseyed, not acting overbearing nor subservient.

“Ah, what a well-behaved child. Completely different from this old thing. How about this, you dump the old man and accept me as your Master. I will absolutely…” Before Lawrence could finish speaking, Cliff had already grabbed onto his mouth angrily.

“Your dog mouth can never spit out elephant ivory2! Pah! Are you even human? Trying to steal my disciple right in front of my eyes?!” Cliff desperately pulled Lawrence’s mouth to the sides, making it look like a silver carp’s mouth.

“Or, or kar ritare, ill teecha er away.” (TL: Your, your character, will teach her astray. The Chinese did this too.) Lawrence almost drooled, trying push Cliff away while refuting with inarticulate words.

Just when the two old men were scuffling around, not caring about their public image, another person walked onto the balcony.

This was a person that Claire had met before.

“Master.” A cool voice sounded.

Claire turned around suddenly.

Silver hair, violet irises.

1. In China, it means super good luck (compared to dog shit)

2. In China, elephant ivory is considered a good thing, so Cliff is saying that Lawrence can’t say anything good.