Chapter 252 - Chapter 252: Chapter 242: The Triumphal Ceremony (1/2)

Chapter 252: Chapter 242: The Triumphal Ceremony

For certain reasons that would not be explained to outsiders, Duke Black Iron, who had always been like a brother to the Cyart King and considered a legendary hero by the people, stayed at home and didn’t come to the Royal Capital to participate in the triumphal celebration.

His publicly stated reason was that the consecutive years of campaign had taken their toll, and he needed to adjust his emotions and state.

However, “Stars Mortal” Madam Ariel followed the Fischer family and left for the Cyart Royal Capital.

At last, Darren and his companions arrived at the Cyart Royal Capital. They saw carriages moving ceaselessly along the vast streets, and busy people shuttling back and forth, forming a picture of hustle and order.

Museums, theaters, and other landmark buildings stood throughout the city, along with the towering Royal Clock Tower, which showcased the glorious history and prosperous present of the Cyart Royal Capital.

“This is the Cyart Royal Capital! That’s the Royal Clock Tower!”

Many members of the Fischer family were excited, as all Cyart people possess an indescribable longing for the capital.

After alighting from the carriage, Darren also silently took in everything here.

Indeed, it was a very nice big city; the Royal Clock Tower at the center of the city was particularly tall and prominent. It was said to be the first building erected by the Cyart people, created to record the time of the Cyart people’s existence for the gods.

Would the future Nasir be as bustling as the capital?

He murmured to himself, “The Cyart capital is a nice place indeed, much more prosperous than Fein City and not as dirty and disordered, either. It’s evident the city’s managers are quite adept at planning.”

Ariel also descended from her family’s carriage with composure and explained:

“That’s not exactly true. A decade ago, the capital was actually so crowded with an influx of outsiders that, following a courtier’s suggestion, the Cyart King built several towns near the capital, which alleviated the population pressure significantly.”

That indeed seemed like a solution. Darren nodded slightly, inquiring, “I see. Who was this courtier? A blood relative from which major family?”

Ariel’s radiant beauty attracted much attention, and the presence of the Romann family’s crest on the carriage made everyone who saw her bow respectfully, their eyes filled with reverence.

She glanced at Darren and explained, quite indifferently:

“The courtier was a silver descendant court mage and might be considered part of the Adley Royal Family, though she did not marry into the Royal Family; she’s still deeply involved.”

“She is possibly one of the few silver descendant Monarch powerful experts on the Ouden Continent. Blessed with talent and intelligence, she managed to reach the Monarch Level within a brief lifespan, which is quite an achievement.”

Silver descendant, huh?

Darren was momentarily stunned. Since childhood, he had heard of a powerful silver descendant court mage in the Cyart court, and now, he was about to meet the character from the stories.

Silver descendants had short lives, with only a few prodigies having the chance to become Monarch powerful experts, yet that did not change the inherent issues of their race.

He smiled and asked, “So, Madam Ariel, what’s the name of this silver descendant court mage?”

Ariel answered without hesitation, “‘Silver Poet’ Aphrodus.”

She still hoped to foster good relations with the Fischer family. The past coercion was a bit too off-putting; she would have to be gentler in the future.

Ariel had also reflected on her temperamental nature. Her inherited practice was tied to emotion—the stronger her wrath, the more powerful her spellcasting. Thus, she often resorted to anger to resolve problems.

As a result, she found herself getting angry subconsciously too often.

Unfortunately, Ariel was well aware that the elder did not want someone so emotional to inherit the family leadership.

Unless she became the only remaining Monarch powerful expert in the family.

Silver Poet.

“I will remember that.”

Darren nodded to show he took the name to heart, the Silver Poet, an intriguing nickname.

At that moment, the silver-haired youth Karno laughed heartily and couldn’t help asking a question, “I’ve always wondered, why do so many Extraordinary Exponents have nicknames? Is it because their names are hard to remember? Hahaha!”

Ariel looked at the young man for a long while before continuing to explain:

“Actually, the common folk like giving nicknames, and many nicknames are not even coined by the masses but rather by some idlers within the church.”

Karno was taken aback and puzzled, “You mean people from the church?”

This was the first time he had heard such a thing.

When Darren heard “church,” he couldn’t help but remember the person from the church who had saved him in Rhea, someone who was said to be headed to the East Coast eventually.

In the future, he could have more exchanges with her, which would greatly benefit the Fischer family.

Ariel nodded and continued:

“Many clergy in the church hold idle positions, lacking Extraordinary power and having nothing to do on a day-to-day basis—indeed, one could say they are just a bunch of lazy gluttons.”

“Then there’s a group from various True Gods Churches, who call themselves ‘Chroniclers.’ They engage in lots of nonsensical activities, such as frequently bestowing nicknames on various Extraordinary Exponents.”

She paused, her expression becoming intriguing:

“Basically, half of the Monarch powerful experts have their nicknames coined by these ‘Chroniclers.'”

Ah?

Both Darren and Karno were surprised, as they had not expected the existence of such an organization within the church.

“These ‘Chroniclers’ are indeed extraordinarily idle, spinning their wheels. They sponsor many scholars and artists in making random things, and thanks to them, over the millennia, we’ve seen the emergence of many new things like ice cream, sparkling wine, and various theories in mathematics, physics, and alchemy.”

“Well, then I am quite grateful for their ‘random meddling.'”