People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

What's wrong? What do you think is wrong?

Your peculiar habits are truly unique; you seem to be staring at your little one all day long, whether there's something to do or not.

Having already received a threat from Jeragand, Gawain naturally dared not speak his mind directly again, and could only shake his head and say:

“It’s nothing. But Kal’tsit is definitely the same Kal’tsit. Even though she has a different body, her way of speaking is exactly the same.”

Gao Wen sighed,

"The last time I saw her was when she persuaded King Aslan to let Victoria join the coalition against Kazdel."

"This person has a bit of bad luck on her side. Of the four-nation alliance she called for, Victoria's Aslan was overthrown, leaving only me to protect this lone survivor. The Elector of Letania was suppressed by the Witch King for more than a hundred years until recently when things finally started to improve. The system of knights in Kazimierz is basically rotten to the core, with one wave of turmoil after another. Of course, they are still considered to be doing relatively well."

Gao Wen shook his head, it was unclear whether he was expressing regret or mockery.

"Gallic states were completely destroyed."

Ya'er's lips twitched. Although what Gawain said seemed to be true, reason told her that attributing these things to one person's bad luck was really too hasty.

But Gawain seemed to have seen through Yeragand's thoughts long ago, and continued:

"Then she stood with the Sarkaz, the Sarkaz civil war broke out, and the Demon King died."

"The Demon King is dead, so where is the new Demon King?" Yeragand frowned.

Gawain countered, "Since you've seen Kal'tsit, you should have seen that little girl, Katarina, too, or rather, Chimera."

Ya'er's expression suddenly froze.

After a long silence, He looked at Gawain and said solemnly:

"Ernst and she reached an agreement, and I respect the child's choice, so it's not something I can change now."

“But I need to prevent Kal'tsit from having any unwanted thoughts about Seraphim. You have to help me out.”

"Help you?" Gawain licked his lips. "How can I help?"

"Scare her a little!" Ya'er said.

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

After touring the construction site in Tukarim, Kelsey, following Ernst's advice, decided to visit the Manjushri Monastery on Mount Kalan.

Mount Kalan and Manjushri Monastery are generally not open to the public. This sacred mountain holds special significance for the people of Shelag, and Manjushri Monastery is a religious holy site in Shelag. Non-believers are generally prohibited from entering.

But that was the old rule. As the Son of God, Ernst had the right to allow some foreign dignitaries to come to Manjushri College to experience its "sacred atmosphere." To put it more nicely, to experience the grace of the great god Jeragund.

To date, quite a few outsiders have visited Manjushri. Besides those in Ernst's government, the Duke of Windermere, Defiance and Kent, Lafshinie, Ahmonie, and Ceylon have all been there.

Judging solely by her outward status, Kal'tsit was arguably the lowest-ranking outsider to enter the Manjusin Academy.

Of course, in Sherag, no one would care about such things. Because no matter who they were, before coming to Manju Academy, they all shared one common identity—guests of His Highness the Holy Son.

Kal'tsit was no exception.

Her curiosity about Manjushri Temple was limited to the "miracles" passed down by word of mouth. She had read countless scriptures and religious texts, but the colossal beast that protected humanity was a rare sight in the world. If it truly existed, it was indeed worth seeing.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door and stepping over the high threshold, Kal'tsit entered the antique hall of Manjushri. The lifelike statue of Jeragand in the center showcased the exceptional carving skills of the Sherag people.

But do giant beasts really have human-like appearances?

Or is it that the one protecting Sherag is some powerful immortal being?

Kal'tsit slowly stepped forward, wanting to get a closer look at the Jeragund statue. But just then, a deep call sounded behind her:

"Kelsey."

A strange voice. Kal'tsit turned around abruptly, and what came into view was a golden beast.

It must be said that Gawain is truly imposing under the sunlight. His thick golden mane shines brightly in the light, and his face when he is not joking shows the demeanor of a lion king. His low roar is enough to make people's hair stand on end, and the movement of his forepaws can make prey flee in terror.

"Beast Lord?"

Kal'tsit gasped, but unfortunately, Seraphim only felt a chill.

She guessed wrong. Was the one protecting Sherag neither a giant beast nor an immortal being, but a beast lord?

No, Kal'tsit served as an advisor to the King of Kings and knew about the pact between the Lion Lord and Aslan. He must have come to Kjerag with Aslan's descendant, the lady Vina.

Incidentally, the King of Kings, along with the Nightmare Khan, perished along with the demons and monsters of the Burning Winds and Hot Lands, and Sargon's vast universal empire subsequently disintegrated.

While strictly speaking, being able to defeat a demon isn't necessarily a bad thing, from Sargon's and the King of Kings' perspectives, her role as a strategist was quite "skilled."

Getting back to the point, the situation has already exceeded her expectations.

Besides being a descendant of Aslan, of Drak blood, and heir to the Duke of Windermere, Sherag now has an additional beast lord lurking among them!

Moreover, Kal'tsit suddenly had a terrible thought.

If the Beastmaster isn't the one protecting Ksharag, then who is?

Are you wondering why I'm here?

Gao Wendao,

"Because He made me do it."

Under Kal'tsit's gaze, the "proud" Gawain slowly lowered his head towards Kal'tsit.

A beast lord bowed his head to her?

Based on Kal'tsit's understanding of these proud creatures and her own self-awareness, she knew very well that the Beastmaster would never do such a thing to her.

Therefore, he can only bow down to certain more powerful, higher-level beings who can threaten him...

Kal'tsit shivered violently, the fur on the lynx's ears standing on end. She instinctively wanted to turn her head away, because she knew very well that there was only one thing in her direction!

"Shh, don't move. Lady Kal'tsit."

"Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you a few questions."

The magnificent sound poured directly into Kal'tsit's mind, booming continuously like a thunderstorm, making it difficult for her to think for a moment.

The gate was blocked by the beast lord in front, and the road was blocked by a giant beast behind.

Kal'tsit was drenched in sweat.

ask for leave

I think something might really be wrong. A few days ago, I finally managed to take medicine and my fever went down, but today my head is killing me again. I just took some medicine and went back to bed.

I'm sorry, I really don't have the energy to write. I need to ask for another day off. I'm very sorry.

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Chapter 152 You're so funny, we just met!

Most of the time, Kal'tsit was very successful in managing her own emotions.

She has lived for tens of thousands of years. Even immortals would have to bow respectfully to her and call her Grandma Kal'tsit. She has witnessed the rise of civilizations, the soaring of gods through the skies, the development of villages into towns, and the formation of nations. In an era before advanced technology, she even single-handedly destroyed an entire country. Theoretically speaking, what scene hasn't she seen?

"I've never seen anything like this before."

As she stepped down from Manjusaka, Kal'tsit's heart was still pounding.

She had seen a colossal beast before. In fact, she was even more knowledgeable than Abrahina, having lived through ancient times and seen colossal beasts that had taken refuge in humans on a whim.

It's laughable to try to understand giant beasts using human notions of self-interest. It's like assuming humans can actually bring them any material benefit. If you choose to move your foot before stepping on an ant, is that act of sparing its life something you hope the ant will do you for?

No, you probably just thought of something and changed your footing. As for the ants that sprouted under your feet, you probably didn't even notice their existence.

But this doesn't stop some humans from specifically protecting and raising ants. Before Ernst's time travel, there was a period when raising ants in a box filled with a jelly-like substance was a popular activity. People did this for various reasons, much like the mythical creatures they were involved with—perhaps a strong protective instinct, a whim, or simply to have some fun. There were even those who did it so that one day they could play God, unleash a devastating flood of hot water on the ants, and test if they had a "Noah" among them.

But to be honest, this was the first time she had ever seen a behemoth like Jeragand in her long life.

It doesn't play the role of God, nor the observer. Although it is revered as a deity, it behaves more like a mother. What is this behemoth thinking?

Even Kal'tsit couldn't figure it out.

But she knew that given Jeragand's protective nature—as he asked almost all of his questions about Ernst—it was best not to put her own ideas about Ernst into practice.

Although Yeragand isn't exactly a top-tier behemoth, there aren't many forces on this land that can afford to provoke behemoths, and Rhodes Island is definitely not one of them.

As for the Lord of Lions.

Compared to Yeragand, who practically wore the words "Don't touch my baby" on his face, his attitude was a complete mystery.

You could say he was protecting Sherag, but when Yeragand asked him questions, he barely spoke, just leaning against the door with his eyes half-closed, looking completely indifferent. But you could also say he was just loafing around, yet he stood firmly blocking the doorway, looking sleepy, but his attitude was unmistakable.

The only thing Kal'tsit can be certain of is that the Lion Lord did indeed reach some degree of consensus and cooperation with Jeragand.

The collaboration between a behemoth and a beast lord is, in a sense, a major event capable of shaking up half of Terra. Yet, these two powerful figures are both holed up in such a small place as Kherag. How so?

Kal'tsit has the feeling that "the village blacksmith is a retired hero, the church nun is a former saint, an old willow tree can cut down the sun, moon and stars with a wave of its branches, and then this group of people live a lazy life together in a small village."

Sherag, what a hidden gem!

With these thoughts in mind, Kal'tsit headed towards Tukarim's government office building.

..........

Ernst was also very troubled.

Unlike Kal'tsit, Ernst was troubled by the question of who should be chosen as Kal'tsit's guide.

Reconstruction work is in full swing, and everyone in the Sherag government has their own tasks. Hinterlaya has to deal with different people asking the same questions every day, Vina has to prepare to welcome Defin, Joyce is busy checking the accounts from this period, Horhaia is not here, and the newcomers like Lavshini, Ahmoni, Jeston, and Ceylon haven't even figured out the terrain and roads of Sherag yet.

Everyone was quite busy, and Ernst felt embarrassed to ask them to deal with the riddles again. After thinking it over, Ernst came up with a few candidates.

For example, her childhood sweetheart, Hugh Ruth, the little squirrel from the Blantau family; Moshi, who was clearly not a loyal subject but had worked for her for a few days; or the people from the Kalan Trade, such as Horn Peak and the Messenger, would all be good candidates.

However, Ernst didn't know if anything had happened to them during this time, so he had to find someone to confirm it first.

Without further ado, Ernst stood up and was about to leave when he bumped into Hintelia, who was walking in.

Noticing Ernst's movement, Hinterlea blinked: "Boss, are you going out?"

Ernst nodded: "Go check with the Brantau family and the Kalan Trade, find a guide for the Rhodes Island people. It's dangerous to let them wander around Shelagre."

“Indeed, except for Kal'tsit.” Hinterlea nodded.

Ernst nodded in agreement: "Except for Kal'tsit..." He suddenly realized, "...even Kal'tsit."

"Why do you say that? What did Kal'tsit do?" he asked, puzzled.

Hinterlea said, "Didn't you know? After leaving Miss Kal'tsit and Miss Amiya at the hotel, she went to Manju Academy by herself. She made the people at Manju Academy quite unhappy."

Ernst was astonished: "I didn't know! The road from Tukarim to Kalan Peak is difficult, how did she get there? And even went up the mountain? How did you know?"

Hinterlea turned to the side, revealing the head maid standing behind her: "The people from Manju Academy came to tell me this in person."

Upon seeing the person behind Hintley, Ernst immediately put on a fawning smile:

"Miss Ya'er."

He apologized:

"I'm so sorry, it was my fault for not keeping a close eye on our guest and letting her run off to Manju Courtyard. It won't happen again. Did she cause any trouble?"

Manjushri was, after all, the representative of the Jeragund religious power, and even Ernst had to show it the utmost respect most of the time. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a slap in his own face for a holy son to disrespect Jeragund and Manjushri?

Although Kal'tsit's unauthorized ascent to Mount Kal'tsit was her personal action and the responsibility did not lie with her, strictly speaking, she was negligent in failing to provide adequate reminders and supervision. Now that the head lady-in-waiting of the Manjusaka has come to his office, Ernst should take the initiative to apologize and back down, which could resolve a lot of trouble.

This is a strategy of retreating to advance. It's also commonly known as, "I've already apologized, what more do you want?"

Unfortunately, Ya'er didn't seem to buy into Ernst's theory at all, or rather, she didn't think in the way Ernst had guessed.

She simply smiled and nodded at Ernst, then went straight to the point:

“It’s perfectly normal for Kal’tsit to be interested in Kel’tsit, Manjusin, and Jeragand. The failure to arrange a guide for her in time, answer her questions, and satisfy her curiosity is not only the oversight of Her Highness, but also the oversight of Manjusin as a religious institution in Kel’tsit. Rather, we are the ones who should apologize.”

"The reason I came here is also to solve this problem."

She paused.

"If Your Holiness agrees, may I serve as your guide for the Rhodes Island group for the next period of time?"

You'd like to be our tour guide?

Ernst was taken aback.

Is it a bit of an overreaction for the head maid of the Manju Institute to act as a tour guide for the people of Rhodes Island?