in2ebook Chapter 273: The God's Favored Clan
Chapter 273: The God's Favored Clan
Kanyon, who was already being targeted by Leila, was unaware of this and got on the carriage with his father and sister. When they arrived at Highgarden, it was already dawn.
What's even worse is that the pampered young master couldn't rest after entering the city. Instead, he was carried into the palace by his father after just a quick wash.
"Oh, Uncle George, how are you? God of Light, I was so scared that I almost fainted when I heard the news." As soon as she entered the king's bedroom, Catherine saw that Canion had adjusted his condition. She threw herself on him emotionally, and showed deep concern for the king's health.
"Ahem - I'm fine, kid, I'm fine." King George enjoyed Canyon's exaggerated performance very much. He smiled and even had the strength to raise his hand and pat Canyon's hand to comfort him.
The two men acted like a loving uncle and a filial nephew, which made Catherine admire them very much. She thought she couldn't do it, so she could only walk up to them and salute them obediently, while observing the king's expression.
It seemed that the news was not false. They had only been gone for a month, but King George's face, which had been slightly rosy a while ago, had turned gray again. His sunken eye sockets showed that he had lost weight, and even looked worse than before, and -
The unpleasant smell on his body became stronger. The moment Catherine wanted to frown, she quickly lowered her head to hide her expression. She admired Kanien even more. How could he remain calm when he was so close to her?
Catherine turned her head and saw Aunt Tserwini sitting far away in her own chair, leisurely reading the travel notes in her hand. She had no interest in the people coming and going in the room. She only looked up and admired the scene leisurely when King George coughed occasionally.
A sigh came from the side. Duke William felt helpless about the undercurrent between the couple. He didn't say much, but walked to the bedside and held his brother's hand. The pain on his face was much more sincere than that of Canion.
"I've told you before, George, you should rest for a while longer, you..."
George broke out into a fit of coughing fits, and Catherine saw Canion slink aside until he reached Aunt Tserwini's couch, where he leaned over and began to flirt with her again.
William was so flustered that he could no longer say any words of blame. He could only take care of his brother, clean him up and give him some water.
"Sorry, brother, I still have to trouble you." George gasped heavily, "I just thought I was okay, I was too whimsical." He looked up with despair on his face, tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.
"Of course you're fine. Haven't you been much better in the past few days? You just pushed yourself too hard." William also choked with sobs.
Catherine lowered her head and listened expressionlessly to the two brothers pouring out their hearts to each other, until the doctor came over and carefully reminded them that it was time to take the medicine, and then the two men stopped.
"Thank God." Queen Zelvini was the first to stand up. She dropped the book, pushed open the door and walked out despite Duke William's call. Catherine hesitated for a moment and also retreated along the wall.
When she came to the corridor, the unpleasant smell in the room finally faded a little, and she could breathe deeply again. Aunt Tservini had left without looking back. Now there was only her and a few knights guarding the door in the corridor. The most conspicuous one was the First Knight of the Empire, Angel's grandfather, Knight Russell.
Feeling the princess' gaze, Earl Russell hesitated for a moment, then walked over and saluted the princess - "Good day, Princess."
"Thank you for your hard work." Catherine nodded slightly in return.
"My granddaughter has been spoiled by her parents. I'm sorry to trouble you." Earl Russell said in a low voice as he helped the princess open the window in the corridor.
"Miss Angel is lively and lovely, a very good girl." His Majesty the King's health was declining again, which made Catherine accept the Russell family's intention to get closer. She praised the younger generations of the Russell family and expressed her goodwill.
"——I just returned to High Court, and I am very worried about the king's condition." Catherine looked at the rising red sun outside the window, her tone full of doubt, "When my father, brother and I left, wasn't the king's condition getting better? How come he suddenly... "
"Perhaps you should ask the bishop who is responsible for treating His Majesty the King." Earl Russell lowered his head.
Hearing this, Catherine turned her head and looked at him, as if trying to determine whether he really didn't know or was still keeping something from her.
"However, the information you know may be a little biased." The shrewd old knight sensed the princess's distrust and responded immediately.
"What?" Catherine raised an eyebrow.
"Your Majesty, he did not faint after the morning meeting, nor was he in the palace." Earl Russell glanced around and spoke very quickly.
"His Majesty the King fainted from the shock he felt while praying to the Father God in the Temple of Light, and has been ill ever since."
Catherine finally turned around, looked directly at the Russell family's guide, and listened to him continue.
"I had the honor of accompanying the King when he was about to distribute Holy Communion to the faithful with His Holiness the Pope after the King's prayer... Do you know Leopold Fergus?"
"...The great scholar in the temple?" Catherine had heard of this name. There were many schools of thought in the Church of Light, and he was the representative of one of them. Although he was not a bishop, he had preached countless times, and many students followed in his footsteps to study the Bible of Light.
"That's right..." Earl Russell nodded, looked around again to see if there were those white robes, and said softly, "Leopold Fergus, when His Majesty the King was distributing Holy Communion at the steps of the temple, he smeared himself with sheep fat, climbed up the altar and set himself on fire."
Catherine was a little surprised. Self-immolation? According to the teachings of the Church of Light, people who self-destruct cannot enter the Kingdom of God.
Earl Russell breathed in and out repeatedly, as if he felt a great burden for what he was about to say.
"Until the moment before he died, he kept shouting... The God of Light is dead."
The princess who always had a sullen expression in front of him finally changed her expression.
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In the king's bedroom, after Duke William and his family left, all visitors were turned away. Now, only the waiters and Bishop Harris, who was an expert in medicine and was responsible for treating the king, could come in.
"You can't drink it too often..." His Majesty the King's curtains were half-lowered, and the halo of the healing spell cast two shadows on it. Bishop Harris was bending over and whispering a warning.
King George just stared blankly out the window, turning a deaf ear to the bishop's words. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Is the Bishop family still a family favored by God? Why has my prayer never been answered by God the Father?"
Bishop Harris tried to comfort him, "Your Majesty, God's will is like a beacon in the fog. Although it is sometimes hidden, it never disappears. The Bishop family has been blessed by God for a long time. This is an indisputable fact. And your prayers may have been heard by God in another way. We are just still confused."
"Harris, besides the Pope, you are the one closest to God the Father." King George suddenly spoke up, "Has He responded to you?"
Bishop Harris was stunned for a moment. "I—"
"I'm tired. You go down first. I will take the medicine." George turned over tiredly.
After the room returned to silence, he struggled to raise his upper body and sat on the bed. Just this movement made him breathe heavily, like a broken bellows.
He lifted the thin silk quilt on his body, and hidden under the gorgeous silk were black and red sores all over his legs. The largest of them was as big as a child's fist. They were wounds that even healing spells could not repair.
George stared at the disgusting sore for a long time, finally covered it with the silk quilt again, and lay back in silence.