Chapter 50 The Count’s Envy
Behind Ig, Verafia also looked in the direction pointed out by the cleric. Although burned by flames, a trace of frost blue appeared on a hidden side of her arm.
It looked like a snowflake pattern made of ice crystals.
Blinking her eyelashes lightly, her slender lashes drooped. She clenched her small hand and thought of the white-robed, frost-haired witch Kasyriett that she had seen in the past.
“Is this mark…?” Ig asked doubtfully. He had clearly seen it too.
“Hmph… It’s those cultists from the Kasha Cult.” The cleric snorted coldly, and in his gaze, there was undisguised disgust when he mentioned that name. He gritted his teeth, “I think these notorious scumbags might have found out that the Cardinal Lord will be arriving in Vinash City soon, and are planning to carry out some secret schemes.”
“Kasha Cult… Reverend Father, could this be the name of the Frost Cult?” Ig asked.
“You don’t know?” another cleric said with surprise. Seeing Ig nod, he explained, “The Frost Cult is a tumor that took root in the shadow of humanity with the advent of the frost calamity. The Kasha Cult is actually a group of people. They also follow the North Wind Witch, accusing the Frost Cult of being heretics and misleading the masses, claiming they will save the world…”
“However, their actions, as you saw before, are no different from the Frost Cult. Their goal is also to follow the North Wind Witch and let the frost calamity devour the world.”
Ig nodded. In the cleric’s voice, he could hear the genuine hatred in his heart.
Suddenly, the black-robed cleric looked at him with an expectant gaze, “And you, sir? Are you a direct disciple of the Church Cardinal from Nar City, or an envoy of the Fire Saint?”
Nar City, Ig knew from Azer’s account, was where the Allied Council and the Church were located after Winterfall City was destroyed by the frost calamity, and it was the new core of the Carol Alliance. However, an envoy of the Fire Saint…
Ig frowned slightly. He had heard this term from the black-robed swordsman just now, when his sword had flames on it. And his flames originated from Verafia… Could the so-called “Fire Saint” be related to her?
The young man glanced at the girl beside him. She was still lowering her small face, showing no intention of responding. So, Ig shook his head, “The young lady and I are from a kingdom beyond the sea. We were stranded in Aer due to maritime affairs… I don’t really understand what you’re talking about.”
The black-robed cleric’s gaze was clearly disappointed. However, he didn’t press further, but asked Ig and Verafia to wait for a moment. Ig was not surprised. After all, a cultist involved in plotting to destroy the city would obviously be given special attention. Thus, after seeking Verafia’s consent, he nodded in agreement.
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On the street, the explosions caused by the battle had naturally alarmed many people. Unlike the black-robed clerics who were law enforcers, many white-robed priests rushed over, using spells to heal the innocent passersby injured on the street. As the rulers of the city, Count Sirius’s whereabouts could not possibly be slow. Not long after the high-ranking clerics of the Inquisition arrived, the young count in formal attire, surrounded by the count’s guards, arrived in a hurry.
Sir Trist, who was serious and taciturn, stood beside Sirius, evidently they had been discussing matters in the Count’s castle.
“Ig, Verafia!” The slender figure of the ice-blue haired girl rushed to their side. Ophi had gotten lost on the way, but happened to run into Count Sirius. She asked worriedly, “Are you guys hurt just now?”
On the other side, among a group of black-clothed clerics, a middle-aged cleric holding a scepter and wearing a bishop’s robe with white trim approached Sirius and bowed slightly to him, “My Lord Count.”
However, although Sirius was young, as the secular lord, he still needed to show respect to the Bishop of Vinash City.
The Bishop briefly recounted the events to the Count. “Kasha Cult heretics have infiltrated Vinash City, and perhaps there is an unknown conspiracy… These can be handled by Bishop Lord and Lord Trist.”
Sirius said with a smile, and then looked at Ig and the golden-haired girl, “However, Ig and Miss Verafia are my friends. They are not colluding with the frost calamity. May I take them away?”
“You jest. We naturally wouldn’t suspect Lord Ig for his actions,” the Bishop said. His gaze suddenly became eager, “However, Lehn told me that Lord Ig’s magical power is a special flame that has a natural restraint on the power of the frost calamity…”
“Perhaps this young man is the envoy of the Fire Saint mentioned in the prophecy, who can lead us to overcome the frost calamity. My Lord Count, could you perhaps persuade him to join us?”
Count Sirius frowned slightly. He knew that this highly respected Bishop deeply hated the frost calamity, but he still gently shook his head, “Ig is my friend, not my subordinate, I cannot force him. However, I will tell him what you said.”
The Bishop nodded. Sirius smiled, informed the stern and serious Sir Trist beside him, left the scene to the Church and the Inquisition, and got up to leave.
“Ig, Miss Verafia, I apologize for frightening you with the cultists who infiltrated the city.” Count Sirius approached the young man and girl, saying apologetically.
However, the Count then noticed the evening gown on the girl’s slender and delicate body. The intricate and magnificent pure white evening gown made the girl’s temperament exceptionally noble, like a princess.
In Count Sirius’s clear and pure pale gold eyes, a subtle ripple of light suddenly flashed.
The faint glimmer in the young count’s pale gold eyes was fleeting. Although it was hidden very subtly, it was difficult for even powerful professionals to detect, but for Verafia, who was the Goddess Princess, she saw it quite clearly.
What flashed in Sirius’s eyes was not greed, but a feeling of “envy.”
“Envy?” Verafia blinked slightly, looking puzzled. Setting aside pride, her appearance was universally captivating to both men and women. But why would a young count show such an expression?
She quietly observed Sirius again. Count Sirius’s face was very handsome, with soft lines, as if he were a cute girl. If he were to wear women’s clothes, a skirt, stockings, and be properly made up, he would probably be mistaken for a cute girl.
The girl thought of a very incredible possibility.
“Could it be that this little count envies this young lady’s skirt?”
