[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

The morning light poured down and the clouds gathered. It was a somewhat dark morning.The head maid was arranging fresh bouquets in the corridor, and the purple orchids were stained with dew, leaning against the wall of the bottle in different postures.

The maid gathered the bouquet, and suddenly heard a blunt sound of a heavy object hitting the ground from inside the owner's house.

Her movements paused, then she lifted the hem of her skirt and left here as if nothing had happened.Now—she thought: It would be better not to disturb the adults for the time being... Those poor ghosts should be reprimanded for another day.

The corridor became silent again.The fragrance of Roland flowers floated against the breeze, spun around the empty and lonely road for a while, and entered the room through the crack of the door.

Kanna - Patriarch Bran is having a conversation with Shiba.A pot of Gao was poured on the ground, and the gorgeous flowers lay limply aside, motionless, like eighteen kneeling silently.

…it’s not so much a dialogue or a reprimand as it is a confrontation.The heavy silence in the room weighed on Shiba's shoulders.The young leader of the hidden guard held his sword and lowered his head to report: "Mission failed."

"Failure—?" The suddenly raised tone was interrupted by a sharp hiss.The soldiers outside the yard panicked for a while, and then gradually calmed down.Kanna's frown deepened - damn it.He cursed impolitely in his heart—now is the feeding time.The stubborn Pohida cub is still insisting on being fed by Sears' subordinates, which will only make his rebellious second son more unscrupulous.Although the boss is calm, he is still not as good as the bastard who was given a heavy burden... No, these are not important for the time being.

He buttoned the last button, got up and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, and came to the mirror.The man in the mirror had dark brown hair brushed back with a wooden comb and hairspray.Except for the lack of hair loss - those dazzling white hairs have already revealed some problems.

He is old.

He hasn't lived too long, and he is not even old enough to be the head of the family.But the pressure over the past few years has weighed on him, pushing him into a corner, suffocating, suffering, and lingering on his last breath.If it wasn't for Baiye and the eldest son to support his arms, maybe he would have left abruptly one morning.There was no telling what it would be—abdication or death.

But now, the family is recovering.

Kanna's fighting spirit was ignited again, and the aging heart was injected with other vitality.Kanna took a step back and looked at the white hair covered by dark hair gel. The man in the mirror seemed to be ten years younger. He was in his prime, with a straight back, a clear mind and keen perception.The man tightened the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and then continued the topic just now: "I don't need to explain, just tell me your intentions."

Sears has been very busy recently, and it is hypocritical not to have the opportunity, but if the hidden guards really failed, then the captain should not kneel here with confidence, exuding an aura of repulsion all over his body.

In order to prevent internal conflicts in the family from dragging down the power of external struggles, Kanna tried to be simple and rude on these issues.

Eighteen was silent for a while: "I want to transfer to the independent army under the command of Sears."

Kanna let out a disdainful sneer from his throat, as if he had heard some funny news.He turned his head and glanced at the man on the ground: "Are you sure?"

Eighteen lowered their heads even lower: "Sure."

There was a moment of silence in the room.Kanna didn't know what to think of, and his face turned cold: "Then——alright. Go and register yourself." He waved his hand, as if trying to drive away something disgusting.

Shiba stood up, gave the last salute and backed out.

The room was empty, except for the owner of the house.He leaned on the window sill and looked out of the window—whether it was an illusion or not, Chun was already approaching.The temperature is rising, and the weather is gradually softening... Kan Na took out a cigar from the cupboard, held it silently for a while, and then put it back.

"...I can't bear it." He said to himself, took a last look out of the window, and went out.

The sky is so heavy, as if something is going to happen, today.

……

The carriage stopped.

On this morning, which can't be regarded as too good or too bad, the envoy, who was unwilling to be lonely (in the eyes of the aggrieved servants), drove into the family aggressively in a carriage, and rushed straight to the owner's office yard without any enthusiasm. The welcome is as expected.Sears had no desire to deal with the rowdy crowd outside the yard.

Sears got out of the car and glanced at the stiff attendant who was standing upright. There was no emotion in his eyes under the golden mask.Then he turned his head, and a hazy light appeared in those blue eyes, extremely gentle.

The boy who opened the curtain glanced at the attendant, as if he was a little embarrassed—then he returned to the ground with a pair of arms around him.The envoy calmly smoothed the wrinkles on Delin's clothes, "Don't be nervous."

"……Um."

"We have a lot of cards, but Bran doesn't."

Delin lowered his head, one hand was held by Sears, and he squeezed it gently.The door was pushed open, but Kanna, who was looking at the documents in the room, ignored them.

"Let's talk clean today." Sears said.

Kan Na put down his pen and looked over: "I should have said, I will never allow it."

The next moment, before Sears could say anything, a group of black figures floated out of the darkness.A bead in the corner is silent... It's a concealment device.

Delin, who had hung his head for a long time, suddenly raised his head and pulled out the dagger in his hand.The light silver clear light disappeared in the room in an instant, and in the next instant, the boy intercepted the three broad knives amidst the crisp sound, and cut them off without exception.

Kanna's hands trembled slightly for a moment.

Sears suddenly raised his hand, and a golden light emerged from around him.The sense of stagnation made those warriors who had just lost their weapons hesitate for a moment, and the back of the neck was hit by the back of the knife, and they passed out.

Delin just wanted to step forward to deal with another group of people - but felt his arms heavy.Patriarch Bran also raised his hand, and two strands of divine power collided in the not-so-spacious room, almost shattering the air.

The black shadows gathered and surrounded the boy.

Delin felt suffocated - he turned his head slightly to avoid the oncoming blade, and his hand holding the dagger suddenly tightened.

A semi-circular knife light burst out.The intense divine power that was squeezing each other in the room was suddenly opened. Delin lightened his whole body, quickly killed three or four people, and then returned to Sears' side, panting.

The black shadow rushed.

The door was slammed open with great force.

The morning light outside poured into the house, and a man walked against the light.Sears and Kanna were startled at the same time, but Delin was half-huddled in Sears's arms without looking back.

Sen Andre.The man walked in, as if he didn't see the figure confronting him in the room, he showed a faint smile to Kan Na.

Then he turned his head and saw the young man beside him recovering his strength and frowning at him.

"My lord..." Sen bent down.

Delin pursed his lips, and after a while he didn't know whether he was accusing or said with relief: "You came too slowly."