Chapter 100: Anticipating the Future, A Chance Encounter

The example of the Church was indispensable.

The Church always loved to constantly promote its own perceptions—most of those nobles supported them.

Those high-and-mighty fellows loved hearing about “Human Supremacy.”

Every time they came to such a meeting, it was basically to regain their self-confidence.

Wade Nairt was different; he was only there to make up the numbers.

As a representative of the Knights, someone had to attend the meeting.

Occasionally, Wade would enjoy himself.

After all, the Pope would praise the White Knight, and Wade found that quite gratifying.

Who doesn’t love being praised?

He wasn’t the kind of guy who was so aloof that he didn’t care; being praised like a treasure made him happy.

However, most of the time, he could only “secretly enjoy it.”

Otherwise, it would be too obvious.

No, it would be strange.

After all, no one would imagine that a clerk for the Knights was actually the legendary White Knight—

‘Ooh, keep a low profile, keep a low profile.’

Zelin wasn’t by his side today.

Wade only realized when he saw someone else had come in his stead that Zelin’s name was actually Mohart Zelin.

He had gotten used to calling him by his surname.

It wasn’t until today, when the young woman attending the meeting in his place said that Young Master Mohart was away dealing with “debts of the heart” and couldn’t come, that he remembered he should call him Mohart.

But it didn’t really matter.

Zelin was probably used to being called Zelin by him anyway, right?

Forget it, next time I should call him by his proper name.

Since his talkative friend wasn’t around, Wade felt a bit bored.

He leaned his face on his hand and looked out the window.

He watched the leaves outside and the insects crawling on them.

Time passed far too slowly.

Actually, Wade had always been curious about what Lamia Talia would do ten years from now.

How would she choose?

What would she do to him?

What kind of stance would she take?

Had she been happy staying by his side for ten years?

Would she finally learn what emotions were?

Would she know what she truly wanted, or would she continue to be an emotionless wishing machine?

Would she be willing—to work overtime and stay for another ten years?

Wade didn’t know.

He didn’t know what choice Lamia Talia would make when the time came.

Regarding the current situation, he felt a bit lost.

On one hand, there was the Demon Lord’s Castle where she had stayed for a thousand years.

On the other hand, there was a mortal who had only accompanied her for a few insignificant years…

There seemed to be no comparison at all.

‘But… if you are truly willing to stay a bit longer… I will work hard to live even longer.’

‘Maybe during my lifetime, I can find an elixir of immortality?’

‘Wouldn’t we be able to stay together for longer then?’

‘I will use more time to guide you, to tell you, until you completely understand what true emotion is.’

Ten years might pass in the blink of an eye for Lamia Talia.

But for Wade Nairt, even these two hours of the meeting felt exceptionally difficult to endure.

He wanted to go home.

He wanted to see how Lamia Talia was doing.

He yearned for time to move faster, yet he hoped it wouldn’t go too fast.

He wanted to see Lamia Talia’s decision ten years later as soon as possible, but he was afraid—what if she turned around and left?

Ten years… so long, yet so short.

His heart throbbed, and the rustling of the leaves felt incredibly irritating.

Wade Nairt pursed his lips, his fingers gripping tight until they turned white from nervousness.

“–You are also quite bored, aren’t you, sir?”

Beside him, the woman sitting in Zelin’s usual spot spoke.

She looked at Wade Nairt cautiously.

“Ah, yes.”

He was momentarily stunned.

He hadn’t expected her to strike up a conversation.

No… it wasn’t exactly that he hadn’t expected it, because this woman had looked like she wanted to say something for a while now.

Wade Nairt was more surprised that she actually summoned the courage to ask.

“Are you also here just to make up the numbers?”

Next came the small talk.

Wade Nairt could tell that this woman was trying to find a topic of conversation.

“Um… did you apply to come here voluntarily?”

‘Is she bored? Doesn’t like listening? Or is she… testing me?’

‘Wait, she couldn’t be from the Church, could she?’

‘Is she evaluating me? Like, checking my devotion to Human Supremacy?’

“No, this is part of my job, miss.”

“Looking at your clothes, are you a knight?”

“Yes, I’m with the Knights, just a regular clerk.”

“Regular? No, you don’t look regular at all. At the very least, you’re quite easy on the eyes—those blue eyes are very beautiful.”

“…?”

Wade Nairt was stunned again.

He really hadn’t expected this woman to speak this way.

Outside, it was rare for a woman to praise a man’s appearance so directly.

While being praised was something to be happy about, it was still very strange.

What was she trying to do?

“I noticed you aren’t wearing a wedding ring. Are you not married yet?”

Thump.

‘That wasn’t the sound of a heart fluttering; it was the sound of nervousness.’

He looked at the woman beside him and suddenly realized.

Her conversation wasn’t for anything else—she was hitting on him?

The woman’s face seemed to have a faint blush, and her eyes sparkled as if she were anticipating something.

Was she anticipating Wade Nairt’s answer?

Expecting him to say, “Yes, I am not yet married.”

“However—”

“I am sorry, miss, but I already have a wife.”

Wade Nairt rejected her very seriously.

Under these circumstances, Wade Nairt still had to maintain his principles.

In this era, probably only royalty and nobles could take concubines or marry multiple wives at once.

Wade Nairt’s status was a bit short for that; he was just a commoner with a minor official post.

But in matters like this, sorry—‘I am a hardcore pure-love enthusiast.’

‘Besides, my wife is the Demon Lord. You can’t beat her. For the sake of your own safety, please don’t say such dangerous things.’

Wade Nairt turned his gaze to the woman’s hand.

She was twisting a lock of her hair around her wrist.

“I see. That is a pity.”

The woman’s fingers continued to twirl her hair.

“Is the relationship between the two of you very good? Then why aren’t you wearing a ring? Doing that will cause misunderstandings.”

“There is no such misunderstanding.”

“See, I misunderstood.”

“That is because you… were too bold.”

“No, it’s because I have the courage to approach a better man. But what a shame, you’re already taken? I suggest you put on a ring quickly, otherwise, it might get troublesome.”

Wade Nairt pursed his lips.

He looked at the slight blush on the woman’s face and how she twirled her hair in a very seductive manner.

She wasn’t this… bold just a moment ago.

Had she finally been unable to hold back her true nature? Or…

“Could it be that you’re newlyweds who haven’t had a ceremony yet? You don’t even have an engagement ring?”

“That is not something for you to worry about, miss…”

“I’m just curious.”

“There is nothing worth being curious about.”

“You—”

“Hahaha…”

Before the woman could finish, Wade Nairt had already stood up.

‘What a nuisance. I don’t want to talk to her. It’s irritating.’

As usual, Pope Jiao Huang spotted him immediately.

That damnable habitual class-skipper.

Wade Nairt felt a bit embarrassed by his impulsive action.

However, he still didn’t sit back down.

He simply offered an awkward smile and then left through the back door.

‘A wedding… a ring?’

‘Hahaha… it seems I almost forgot about that…’

After Wade Nairt left, the woman beside him smiled.

The corners of her lips curled up as she let go of the long hair at her fingertips.

Her lips moved as if she were speaking to someone.

“Alright~ My dear Sister Lilith~ I’ve done everything just as you said~”