Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1205

Dolores's face twisted with contempt at the mention of her brothers, who had so quickly revealed their true colors. But a sudden chill ran through her, and the maids attending to her immediately draped another blanket over her.

Dolores hid her entire face, resembling a plump squirrel.

"Chocolate, you're not cold, what do you want with a blanket?"

The cat, eyeing the soft blanket, stretched out a paw to touch it, only to have its leg firmly seized by Jenkins.

The cat let out a disgruntled murmur, but it knew it had caused enough trouble lately and needed to be on its best behavior for a while. It had to carefully test Jenkins's patience, lest it truly get on his nerves.

It wasn't that Dolores no longer cared for the throne; she simply knew that any move she made within the palace walls would be used against her. Salsi II wouldn't die today, at least not from this incident. Her less-than-brilliant brothers would likely receive the same intelligence from the Church's diagnosis and arrive at the same conclusion.

But Dolores had left the palace for another reason besides the diagnosis. The last time Jenkins had gone underground to ensure her safety, he had also secretly healed the majority of the king's injuries from the artillery strike and assassination attempt.

It hadn't been difficult for him.

As for his reasons, Jenkins believed the country still needed a king to stabilize the situation. After such a momentous event in the capital, if the royal family descended into civil war over the succession, the Hamparvo Kingdom might well collapse before the Fidektri and Cheslan Kingdoms ever came to blows.

"Jenkins, I don't think this is over," Alexia, who was still standing on the balcony gazing out at the city, said suddenly.

"What have you discovered?"

Jenkins placed the cat on the coffee table, rounded the sofa, and stepped out onto the chilly balcony. Inside, both the cat and Dolores wore identical expressions of displeasure. The cat glanced at the princess, then scowled with even greater dissatisfaction, its small face wrinkling in a frown.

"That Great One may have withdrawn its power," Alexia began, "but it's like someone tossing a stone into a pond. Even if you retrieve the stone, the ripples it created will not simply vanish."

This was a conclusion she had drawn from Kris Willamette's theory on temporal stability.

"Are you saying the abnormal agitation of spirit could trigger natural disasters? For example... that Ruen will be colder than average this year?"

"It's not that simple."

Alexia placed both hands on the railing. She wore no gloves, and her skin was in direct contact with the freezing metal. Jenkins hesitated for a moment before placing his own hands over hers. The petite woman offered a shy smile. For more chapters visıt novel(ꜰ)ire.net

"According to my... divination, the most likely to be affected is the Snowman Legion in the far north. That legion of Cursed Items was already mutating for some unknown reason. It's hard to say how it will change now that it's been exposed to this extreme cold."

Alexia's prediction proved correct. As they were eating dinner, a servant announced that a Father Fernando from the Legacy Sage Church was waiting outside the estate. Jenkins set down his silverware and hurried out, the cat casting a longing glance at the feast on the table before trotting after him.

Father Fernando had arrived in a church carriage, a gesture that could easily lead people to believe the third princess and the Legacy Sage Church had formed an alliance—which, admittedly, wasn't far from the truth.

He was accompanied by a young cleric who wore an anxious expression. From a distance, they saw Jenkins emerge from the estate gate with a servant and hurry down the path toward them. Both men bowed as he approached.

"There's no need for such formality," Jenkins said. "What's the matter?"

He glanced at the road before the estate, its two ends disappearing into the darkness. Night had already fallen. For the Church to come looking for him this late, the matter had to be urgent.

"Mr. Williams," the father began, "we've just received word of a grave problem in the north. We need your assistance. I apologize for interrupting your holiday, but the Holy See has sent an urgent dispatch. This is for you..."

Jenkins nodded, taking the letter with a sigh:

"I understand. We are all followers of the Sage, so there's no need for such ceremony. As long as I'm in Ruen, you may consider me a member of the local diocese."

As he spoke, he took his overcoat from a nearby maid, then bent down to scoop up his cat. Finally, he turned to Dolores's old butler.

"Would you please inform Miss Stuart and Miss Miller that I have urgent business at the Legacy Sage Church? I may not return tonight. Please give them my apologies."

"I understand, Mr. Williams. Please be careful."

The old butler gave a slight bow. Jenkins nodded and was about to climb into the carriage with the priests.

But then he heard someone call his name. He turned to see Dolores and Alexia hurrying toward him.

"I'm sorry," he said to the two women. "There's something I must do."

"I know, Jenkins," Alexia said. "Be careful."

Alexia opened her arms, and Jenkins bent slightly to embrace her. When he let her go, the princess, wrapped in a white, fur-lined cloak, looked as if she wanted to reach out as well, but ultimately couldn't summon the courage.

"Safe travels, Mr. Williams."

When she extended her hand, Jenkins quickly took it, feeling the chess piece she pressed into his palm.

"My tutor is with me," Dolores said, looking him in the eye. "I won't be in any danger. You need this more than I do."

Not wanting to waste any more time, Jenkins accepted the piece. He turned to go, but paused. Turning back, he gently kissed Alexia on the cheek, then planted a light kiss on Dolores's forehead as well.

"I'll be back as soon as I've handled this."

Dolores's face flushed crimson. For a moment, she forgot all about the cold, her head bowed as she feigned a sudden fascination with her shoes. The priest nearby discreetly turned away, scratching his cheek and thinking that the Church's intelligence report must have been flawed.

Nowhere in the report had it mentioned that their relationship was... .