Chapter 1838: Chapter 1838

"That level-nine demigod diviner is coming to Nolan?"

Miss Bevanna stopped stirring her tea.

"I haven't heard about this. Oh, was it Audrey who told you? Very well, I understand... Regardless, the Church will try to ask the Church of the Sun for help, but until you obtain the two King Souls, the chance of success is only fifty-fifty. Also, I hope you'll discuss anything related to the King Souls with the Church. This concerns the Savior of this epoch and the hope for this epoch. We must ensure there are no mistakes."

"Of course, I'll stay in constant contact with the Church. It's just that there are no clues about the Ice Soul and the Dark Soul right now. I don't think I'll be taking any action in the near future."

Even he didn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth.

Seven of the nine Savior qualifications were now in Jenkins's possession. The Uncrowned King, representing yellow spells, was within reach, leaving only the purple of destiny yet to appear. Jenkins had set his main goals for the near future: obtain the Uncrowned King and find the clue to the final Savior's Emblem. Therefore, he had no time to spare.

After bidding farewell to Miss Bevanna, he headed to the city hall several blocks away. When the council took a temporary recess at noon, Jenkins found Miss Windsor and explained his intentions: he was preparing for a showdown with Queen Isabella next week.

Miss Windsor, for once, was slightly irritated. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on NoveI★Fire.net

"Next time you make such a major decision, could you at least tell me a few weeks in advance? Now you're telling me you're acting next week. What do you expect me to do?"

"Don't apologize now. Are you really set on next week?"

She stood before the corridor wall, arms crossed, the long index finger of her right hand tapping incessantly against her arm.

"Yes, Saturday or Sunday of next week will do. I have no more time to wait. We'll do it at the city hall. I'll use the pretext of exposing a grand conspiracy to gather a crowd, and then I'll challenge Queen Isabella publicly. King Salsi II and the Church will support me, you can rest assured of that."

"Have you spoken with them already?"

"Dolores has probably already told her father. As for the Church, I haven't told them yet..."

He recalled that he had just left the Church and had completely forgotten to mention it. When he was there, he'd only been thinking about the Savior qualifications.

"Tell them as soon as possible. With the Church's resources, even half a day of preparation will be to your benefit."

Jenkins nodded, hesitated for a moment, then said to Miss Windsor,

"I know this is all very rushed. And although it's about making me king, you're the one who's actually running everything."

"Are you going to apologize again?"

"Of course not. An apology is just a verbal sentiment, a way of expressing regret that's lighter than Chocolate's tail."

The cat had no idea how it had been dragged into the conversation. A moment ago, it had been focused on tracking a nearby mosquito with its eyes, wondering if the insect would dare to bite Jenkins.

"What I mean to say is, after we succeed... I can give you anything you want... Anything you want that is within my power to give."

Miss Windsor looked at Jenkins. The gaslight in the corridor made her face seem all the more vibrant and radiant. Jenkins read the meaning in the eyes that gazed back at him. He didn't look away; instead, he met her gaze.

From Miss Windsor's perspective, a purple light seemed to shimmer in the young writer's handsome eyes. Meeting his gaze put a strange pressure on her, but she refused to look away. She wanted to see the man's true thoughts, to see into the heart of the young writer before her.

Unconsciously, she found herself becoming mesmerized. His eyes were like a gateway to a sea of stars—deep, yet enchanting.

"I don't want to break a promise I've made to someone else. I'm sorry, it can only be things that don't violate my personal principles."

If he were to deceive Miss Windsor at this moment, he could have easily told himself it was all for the sake of saving the world and then, with a clear conscience, promised her everything she wanted. But that would be too despicable. Jenkins couldn't bring himself to do it, nor did he want to be that kind of person.

He knew that very few things in this world could satisfy everyone's desires. He also knew that, from the very beginning, he had been using Miss Windsor. But he wouldn't deceive someone's feelings, nor would he knowingly pretend to be ignorant of another's affections just to use a lady's fondness for him to achieve his goals.

To do so would be no different from being a scumbag. Jenkins knew that by "wanting it all," he was already teetering on the edge of that definition, but at least he wasn't so vile as to knowingly exploit someone's feelings while feigning ignorance.

And so, in that moment, he had all but told Miss Windsor his thoughts. Yet he saw no trace of regret in her eyes.

"I knew you would say that."

"If you had truly told me right now that I could have anything I wanted, then I might have... You really are still you. The same you I knew when we first met."

She started to laugh, studying his face with an expression that made Jenkins a little uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, what... are you trying to say?"

Jenkins asked hesitantly.

"The one I love is that twinkling star in the sky. Even if that star is bound by a contract to another, I still want to watch it. Of course, I want to possess it, but I also don't want to see it change."

Jenkins more or less understood the meaning behind her words, and his self-loathing grew.

"I don't know if you understood what I said, but I like you this way. Even with your promises to others, I still like you."

Miss Windsor took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Jenkins instinctively wanted to back away, but ultimately, he held his ground. Her words had been utterly blunt; he couldn't retreat now. Otherwise, he could add the label "coward" to "borderline scumbag."

"Jenkins, don't apologize. As a king, you are always right. Even when you are wrong, you are still right, because you are a king. You are my... king. So don't apologize to anyone, and especially not to me."

She moved another step closer. Being slightly shorter than Jenkins, she now had to tilt her head up to maintain eye contact with him.

Seeing the human woman approach, Chocolate let out a threatening hiss, as if baring its fangs and claws. But neither Miss Windsor nor Jenkins paid it any mind.

"You have the right to keep your promises, but I have the right to keep watching my star. Jenkins, you don't need to feel troubled by this. I'm not that kind of despicable woman. But I'm also not someone who gives up easily. Do you understand?"

She was now pressed almost completely against him.