EIITAB - Chapter 43 < Permission From The Temple >
Even If It Is Trampled And Broken
"I was just hearing about it, so there's no need to explain further."
Yorgos said half-heartedly, pressing his temples. The High Priest, who was at a loss for words in an instant, looked back at Aslan with a face that constantly changed from red to green and raised his voice.
"How on earth can you do this? The Duke is the Saintess's fiancé? This is unheard of!"
"You probably didn't know because the Princess didn't tell you."
Aslan answered half-heartedly.
"I don't know what the problem is."
"Are you saying I did a good job now?"
"What else did I do wrong?"
Aslan shrugged his shoulders with an expression of no understanding. He clearly had an attitude of trying to get angry, including cutting off the end of his sentences.
Even though he clearly knew this, instead of holding back his anger with The High Priest, he didn't know what to do.
"How dare you recklessly discuss engagement without getting permission from the temple?"
At that time, Aslan seemed to have caught up with him and started talking with The High Priest.
"Permission from the temple?"
He looked directly at The High Priest with an expression of great interest and opened his mouth.
"It's strange to hear. What right do you have to discuss the marriage of a Princess at the Great Joint Temple?"
"How come we don't deserve it! She is a Saintess!"
Aslan was formally polite to Yorgos, but he had no hesitation in the temple.
"Princess Hestia is the only eldest daughter of His Majesty the late King, and she is the only niece of His Majesty the current King Yorgos. As for her, His Majesty the King personally recognizes her marriage partner. It is natural for her as an adult, but it is not a temple."
Yorgos seemed to think the same about that part, nodding his head, and giving strength to Aslan's remarks.
"Besides, the Princess is a Saintess."
Aslan continued speaking quietly without raising his voice even once.
"And I didn't choose her, she chose me. As a servant of God, shouldn't the high priest follow the Princess's wishes? I am very concerned that the temple may have always treated her this way. How dare you not allow the man like me whom the saintly woman chose? Really, I don't know why there's such a fuss around the temple."
Aslan added quietly. It was a bonus to deliberately turn towards Yorgos to get his attention.
"Actually, His Majesty didn't say anything. Isn't this clearly an excess of authority on the part of the temple?"
The High Priest's complexion turned pale as he looked at Yorgos' stiffening expression from the corner of his eye.
"Wow, it's a monthly ticket!"
"If not, apologize."
Saying something with a not-so-sorry expression was extremely effective in irritating the other person. The High Priest glared at him with a look that made him want to tear him to death at any moment, but Aslan accepted it with ease.
It was because he attacked. In fact, it would have been enough to stop the conversation there, as the nerves with the The High Priest had been scratched to his satisfaction, but Aslan did not do so. He secretly raised the corner of his mouth and muttered in a coy tone.
Of course, it was too loud for me to talk to myself, and my pronunciation was clear.
"But to me, this situation looks very strange. What can I say? It looks like he's trying to do business with the Princess."
At those words, a thick vein on Yorgos' temple popped out and bulged.
'It's simple: Not only that but in an instant, deep vertical wrinkles formed between the eyebrows, which became narrow. Because Yorgos ascended the throne without any education or preparation, his qualifications were implicitly questioned.
He knew this, so he was not confident in the decisions he made, and he often reversed them. Since he always had a sense of entitlement, it is safe to say that he most disliked nobles or priests challenging his authority. In addition, I had a lot of old feelings because the temple had stolen a lot of goods and rights from me through Hestia in the past time.
So Yorgos had quite a bit of antipathy towards the temple. Yorgos so easily fell into the subtle trap set by Aslan.
'Permission for marriage will be granted soon.'
Aslan smiled crookedly. He ruled out the possibility of choosing another candidate, leaving only the two to fight, and he was going to fall behind. The King glared fiercely at The High Priest. Is it real or was it an intention?
Since he didn't ask for anything, The High Priest couldn't really make an excuse. Yorgos' lips twitched. The High Priest, who entered the throne room with great vigor, immediately felt like he was sitting on a thorn cushion.
"Hmm, hmm!"
The High Priest cleared his throat awkwardly. What is important now is the alliance with Yorgos.
The priority was to work together to separate Duke Kalathi from Hestia. He lowered his voice a few notches and tried his best to please Yorgos.
"Your Majesty, I'm only talking about Duke Kalathi's insolence."
"Hmm...."
Yorgos managed to grab the box and pretended to be worried. In fact, from his point of view, both Aslan, who carried away Hestia, and The High Priest, who was a thief in the temple, were the same. Hestia wanted to kick out the two guys who ruined what should have been a peaceful morning, but she couldn't do this or that.
When Yorgos closed his eyes as if in pain, Aslan opened his mouth again.
"I already told you, Your Majesty, but my position will not change."
"Duke Kalathi's position has never been important to begin with!"
The High Priest couldn't bear her anger and shouted again. Aslan caught a glimpse of him, sighed, and continued.
"Then let me explain it differently. Anyway, many nobles witnessed me leaving the night's banquet with the Princess."
Okay. The sounds of Yorgos and The High Priest swallowing at the same time flowed from their mouths. Whether they liked it or not, it was clear that rumors about the relationship between Hestia and Aslan would spread.
"If you two truly care for the Princess, I think it is pointless to take any more time. so."
This is enough to show sincerity. He could no longer kill time senselessly. Aslan made a bold request rather than calm, to drive a wedge.
"Please set a date. ASAP."
The expressions on Yorgos and Voswa's faces as they looked at Aslan turned sour. Neither of them said anything out loud, but inside they were thinking the same thing.
Really, is there such a thing?
The extremely absurd and disgusted look in his eyes was a bonus.
***
Anette was meeting Stephan Ceretto in her room. Normally, she would have been happy to have that handsome man keep an eye on her, but unfortunately, Anette was not in a good mood right now.
Last night, at the nightly banquet, all the plans she had made went wrong. She said, 'I never thought Duke Kalathi would come forward at that time.'
If she were here alone, she would have thrown things as she wanted to vent her anger, but she couldn't because Stephan came to me as soon as daybreak and asked to meet her. She made an effort to make a smiling face and stared at Stephan.
"I feel very sorry that the matter ended in this way after asking for help from the Lord."
Although she didn't feel sorry at all, Stephan didn't bother to point it out.
"No, Saintess. I didn't expect Duke Kalathi to step forward on that occasion."
"I know, right. I didn't expect it either."
To hide her discomfort, Anette lifted her teacup and quenched her throat. Stephan, who had been glancing at her, swallowed his saliva and carefully placed the business he had come for in his mouth.
"By the way. What happens to the blessings and position you promised me?"
"Let's wait and see what happens a little longer."
Anette grinned. The smile was strangely oppressive, and Stephan found him speechless. However, his situation was not good enough for him to say, "I understand," and back out. He had no intention of letting go of the woman he had so hard to capture, the saintly woman.
'Even If I can't hold on to it, I need to emphasize it one more time!'
Aside from the promised position, he really wanted to receive a blessing. That alone was enough for him to establish himself in this central social circle.
"If you have anything to do, please come to me. I will receive the Saintess's protection, so shouldn't I help you with anything?"
He hinted and reminded me of the saintly blessing he was supposed to receive from Anette. But she reacted indifferently.
"Just your words are reassuring."
The half-hearted answer did not satisfy him. Although it was very disappointing, Stephan decided to step down at this point. In any case, it was Anette who had the upper hand between the two, so she didn't want to hurt her feelings and suffer a loss.
"You look tired. I guess that's why she attended the soiree late last night."
Stephan adjusted his clothes and gave a hint that he was going to leave,
"I will always be waiting to hear from you, so please come and visit me,"
"I will."
Not long after Stephan left, someone knocked on Anette's door again."
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