Overlord, I don't want to be the Holy Queen's Great Sword

"So after a while, I will personally take away those banned books and fifth-level knowledge. Don't worry about that."

Caspond nodded immediately after hearing this. If that was the case, he would indeed feel a lot more relieved.

"Then I'll go make the arrangements first, father."

"Ah."

Caspond slowly left the study. He invited High Priestess Mariana to come over and teach. He knew without thinking that the other party would agree, but how to invite her would produce different results.

When Caspond was thinking about how to deal with this matter, he suddenly saw his sister secretly sticking her head out from a corner. After seeing him, she kept waving at him.

Caspond smiled upon seeing this, then walked up quickly.

Chapter 7: The Statue

Caspond didn't expect his sister to be waiting for him here.

"What's wrong, Karko?"

"Brother Wang, I need your help with something."

Karlko put his hands behind his back, leaned forward slightly, and his voice was slightly tender, which made people couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for him.

Caspond had seen this attitude before, it was the attitude his sister only showed when asking for help.

And she is the kind of person who is determined to accomplish something. Even if you don't help her solve it, she will get some other help from you.

"Tell me, if I can do it."

"Well, isn't there a living room next to my bedroom? I want to set up a place in it to pray to the God of Wind, so that I can pray to the God of Wind every morning and evening."

As he spoke, Karko clasped his hands together with an extremely pious expression.

The meaning of Karl's action is very clear. She just wants to use the statue to fleece the Glorious Angel Cat~Meow.

Although this could be done in the royal family's private church, where she had awakened before, it was quite far from her bedroom. It would take several minutes to walk there, and it was also a church owned by the entire royal family.

While she is praying, other members of the royal family can come and go freely.

Before Karl went to see his father, he specifically asked the nuns in the church about his situation at the time. He was glowing all over and was unaware of the call of High Priest Mariana.

If this were discovered by someone with ulterior motives, she would be no different from a lamb to be slaughtered.

So she must have a private chapel of her own.

The best choice was the bedroom, where no one would come unless she rang the bell to summon the maid.

But when he thought about a plaster statue more than one meter tall placed in the room while he slept, Karko felt a chill.

Not to mention that it easily reminded her of the Angel of Death that a certain doctor met in a blue telephone booth, after meeting the Angel of Glory Cat Meow, it was difficult for her to regard the God of Wind as a non-existent existence.

And his statue too.

What if, let’s just say, what if, the other person suddenly comes back to life one day and sees you through the statue, what should you do?

So it’s better to change place.

So Karko thought of the small living room next to his bedroom for entertaining guests.

Although it was used to entertain guests, Karko had only used it to receive her brothers and sisters, and no one else would come to visit her, the little princess.

So just take advantage of it.

For Karko, a time traveler, isn't it normal to put up a statue of a god in the living room and burn some incense?

But this was somewhat new to Caspond.

"Putting up a statue in the living room to pray to?"

Caspond looked at his sister in surprise. He had never heard of such a practice.

Even the most impoverished nobles in the Holy Kingdom would set aside a room in their manor as a private chapel, and those who owned castles, needless to say, would place the statue of God directly in the living room. This was indeed a bit of a stretch.

It feels like a solution that was only come up with due to environmental conditions.

Are you worried that I will find it too troublesome and won't agree?

Caspond couldn't help but smile, then spoke generously.

"No, that's not necessary. Isn't there a maid's room next to your bedroom? I'll have someone clean it up. It should be done tonight."

"I'll leave that living room for you to use for your girls' tea parties in the future."

"Put a statue of the God of Wind in there, and I'm afraid those girls won't dare to speak when they go there."

Caspond laughed and joked that his words were actually a reminder.

For people like them, communication is actually a very important thing. The news that Karl has become a favored person of God will spread sooner or later, and by then, no matter if anyone believes it or not, people will come to visit.

What followed were various transactions and discussions between each other.

As a person favored by God, it would inevitably seem a bit too formal for you to place a statue of God in the living room where you receive guests.

In fact, overly formal occasions are not suitable for discussing private and important matters. Otherwise, why would every time the Holy Kingdom launched a counterattack against the demi-humans in the Abelion Hills, most of them would be discussed directly with a few generals in the Holy King's living room or study?

Instead of summoning all the nobles and officials with great fanfare, which would only lead to quarrels and make it impossible to discuss the matter.

The most important thing is that there are basically few clean nobles, but they all have to save their face.

If you put up a statue, it means he has already rejected you.

In this way, your social interactions will become less and less.

So a private living room is still a must.

Karke didn't understand Caspond's intention. Although she had the experience of a time traveler, her habits and environment made her never think about this.

But fortunately the result is good.

"Thank you, brother!" Karl thanked him excitedly, but her own personality still made her notice the maid who was forced to move.

"But my brother, that maid..."

Karl didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

Caspond seemed to be shaking his head helplessly, but he actually felt very relieved in his heart. Why was he willing to help his sister? It was because she was kind, smart, and considerate of others.

Who wouldn’t like to have a sister like this?

"That room is actually a place for the maids on duty at night to rest. There are many such rooms in the palace, so don't worry."

"But if you ring the bell at night, I won't care if the maid comes late."

Karl tilted his head slightly. This kind of thing is nothing. I can wait when the takeaway is overdue. Why would I need a bicycle for free service?

Seeing that Karl didn't care, Caspond shook his head and reached out to rub the girl's head, breaking her carefree attitude.

For a while, the two of them had a lot of fun.

Just as Caspond was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something when thinking of the maid.

If Karl prayed to God, would what happened this morning happen again?

Recalling that Mariana was unable to wake up Karko, Caspond's face suddenly became serious.

This needs to be told to my father.

in addition.....

Caspond stopped ravaging Karko's little head, squatted down and looked at Karko seriously.

"Karko, do you want a personal bodyguard, a knight who will protect you?"

"Eh?"

Karko was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Caspond's mind to be so fast.

"Yes, of course!"

“But I get to choose!”

Karl said firmly.

.......................

At night, the room originally used for the maids to rest was vacated and a brand new private chapel was set up.

Unlike the royal family's private chapel, this private chapel only has a statue of the god of wind. There are no priests or nuns, only a blonde girl kneeling on the ground with her hands clasped together.

Carl can adjust his state, meditate, and immerse himself in the connection with the world again.

Quietly, in the house, which was filled with candles but still a little dark, a different kind of light shone.

Knock, too much.

There may not be two chapters in tomorrow's update.

Chapter 8 Memories of the Past

In a blink of an eye, Karko once again came to this world where only darkness seemed to exist.

Glorious Angel Cat~Meow turned his back to Karko as before, humming a song that belonged to him alone.

Suddenly I felt somewhat lonely.

Karko lowered his head again. The scene under his feet was still like an abyss. This time he was not so scared. He even took a big step and came in front of the glorious angel cat~Meow easily.

Squatting down, Karl looked at the Glorious Angel Cat~Meow, who still had no reaction as before, and tentatively reached out his hand to the other's chest.

The moment the light touched his hand, Karl instantly felt as if he had entered a time tunnel with Doraemon. The colorful passage stretched like noodles. It was not a good feeling.

Karl subconsciously wanted to kneel on the ground and vomit, but when her hand really touched the ground, she suddenly found something wrong.

The decorative style of this floor is so luxurious!

Not my bedroom.

I thought I was kicked out, but now it seems I ended up in another place?

"Oh, this feeling is really bad!"

A male voice as clear as spring water suddenly sounded behind Karko.

not good!

Karl's hair stood on end instantly. He endured the discomfort, turned his body quickly, and stood up quickly.

During this time, various questions flashed through my mind one after another.

Who is the other party?

Glorious Angel Cat~Meow?

So what is the purpose of calling me over?

Can I use the fact that I am the only one who has contact with the other person as a bargaining chip to survive?

Although the brilliant angel cat~meow is a good person, in this situation, Carl must keep the worst in mind.

However, she didn't expect that the other party's next sentence almost made her stop.

“Why are there no cute cats in this world?”

The clearness of spring water turned into sorrow, and then into repetitive complaints.

"No cat, no cat..."

"Without the cat....I'm going to die!"

The blue-haired young man sat in front of something that looked like a dressing table. As he was talking, he picked up the gray tabby kitten in his arms, buried his head in it, and took a deep breath.

After the cat was suddenly attacked, the shy meow instantly echoed in the house.

Following the other person's breathing frequency, Karko's head subconsciously tilted back.

Divine gold.

Is the cat not in your hand?

But judging from the size of the cat in his hand, it seems to be a shorthair cat?

Uncertain Karl glanced at the back of the brilliant angel cat~meow, then slowly moved to the side to see what the cat looked like, but found something horrifying.

The face of the blue-haired young man reflected in the oval mirror on the dressing table looked like a mosaic, blurry and unclear.