The Northern Continent, the southernmost Empire of Protos.

The imperial capital of Herrom was as busy as ever, with a private mansion on the top floor of a high-rise building in the center of the city-state, and the owner of the house seemed to be sleeping lazily all morning.

"Your Excellency, it's time to wake up, it's dawn."

The knock on the door of the subordinate soldier Gloria was faintly heard through the gallery of the library to Sigrid's bedroom.

However, after a long time, there was still no response.

Really, I can't stand it.

Standing outside the door, Gloria sighed and shook her head, opening the door to Sigrid's house with the spare key.

The Bishop's work has been busy for the past month, like a prison sentence, and his position in the Protos Empire can be described as a matter of concern, and there is a mountain of work waiting for Sigrid from the Great Sage Isis alone.

The bishop also worked even harder, hoping to speed up the release from prison and get everything done early before the holidays began.

Gloria felt that Sigrid couldn't get a good rest, Sigrid seemed to have a more active brain than when she was awake when she was asleep, and her cheeks were always rose-colored, if it weren't for Sigrid being too powerful, Gloria would have been worried that Sigrid would be tired.

Gloria thought to herself as she stepped into the kitchen and began to expertly prepare a meal for Sigrid, whether it was breakfast or lunch.

It wasn't until Gloria put her breakfast and lunch in the living room and covered it with an insulated magic guide that she went to Sigrid's bedroom and found that Sigrid was still unconscious.

She rolled around on the bed, shaking her limbs at will, but she couldn't break free from the quilt on her stomach, so that Gloria couldn't tell if Sigrid was awake or back asleep.

How old are they? It's not very dignified, please.

Gloria wanted to complain, but finally held back.

At least now she doesn't have to worry about Sigrid not getting married.

Then Gloria closed the door again, no longer disturbing the sleeping bishop, and waited for the bishop to wake up and then explain to her about the day's work.

The sun seemed to rise a little higher until the sky, and the natural light reflected through the curtains in this dimly lit bedroom became much brighter, making the mirrors begin to sparkle.

"Hmm......"

Sigrid let out a soft grunt and writhed the bed, the soft quilt that made it difficult for her to leave.

It wasn't until she was completely conscious, opened her eyes, remembered that it was a dream, and her memory gradually recovered, that she suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up.

Recently, I have been dreaming of a woman with silver hair and amber eyes every day.

And that woman, Sigrid had actually seen.

"Damn, she's really cute, even if she was strong, I should have taken her as my holy daughter."

Sigrid complained when she came to her senses.

Originally, she just admired the priest girl who had the courage and did it herself, but now she feels that she likes her more in her dreams every day.

I really want her to live in the Tibetan Museum and play with her every day in the imperial capital of Herrom.

In retrospect, although Ranch and Huberian were unable to reveal information about that world to her in the dream, Sigrid felt that Ranch and Hubertarian were challenging the Shadow World whenever Sigrid woke up.

Finally, Sigrid remembered that Hubertarian seemed to have told her that the next time they met would probably be more than ten years away.

In other words, Huberian and Ranch know that this shadow world will continue.

So the next time in the film world, if it happens to be more than ten years after the movie world era, she will directly replace Sigrid in the movie world?

"Hahaha! I don't know if Huberian would be willing to hug me. ”

Sigrid laughed and rolled on the bed.

She couldn't wait to see Hubertian discover that her favorite Sigrid had become a Catholic.

"No, I'm going to tease her, pretend to be another adult Sigrid and continue to be intimate with her, and when she can't help me completely, I'll tell her the truth - you've posted a whole movie with your most hated overlord Catholic!"

Sigrid happily conspires.

She stepped out of bed and yawned against the soft carpet.

Wash your face, comb your hair, get your grooming in order, and start your day.

"I really envy the Ice Witch Almis, with the Chief Judge coming from the north to take over her work, she can go to the Southern Continent early to enjoy her annual vacation, and I don't know how much fun she has every day now."

Sigrid thinks that the Church of the Goddess of Fate is more friendly, and the relationship between bishopric-level figures is quite good, unlike the Resurrection Church, which is always suspicious of each other, but unfortunately Sigrid doesn't like the rules and regulations of the Goddess of Fate Church, she likes to have a good idea.

Although she felt very tired from work and tired from dreaming for more than a month, she felt that she could not slack off when she thought that her holy son himself was also a good example of being very enthusiastic about work.

Down-to-earth, hard work.

Sigrid introspected.

When you step out of the bedroom, you will be greeted by a spacious and bright corridor and a library.

Every piece is exquisite and luxurious, from carefully selected artworks to bespoke furniture, which she personally selects.

Until she came to the main hall, the air was filled with a faint smell of aromatherapy, and she saw that her direct soldier Gloria was changing the flowers in the white porcelain vase for her.

"Good morning, Gloria."

"Good afternoon, Bishop."

Gloria corrected.

"Oh, it's eleven o'clock."

Sigrid glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was so late.

"The new Southern Continent Grand Priest who came to our side, I have basically arranged them, you can see if there is anything that needs to be adjusted."

Gloria placed a document on a low cabinet that Sigrid had easy access to.

"Thank you for your hard work, but I'm glad to have you."

Sigrid smiled at Gloria.

In her most critical moments, Gloria has always been to her and is her intimate treasure.

Some time ago, she received the talents sent by the Holy Son for her, all of which were the elites personally trained by the Bishop of Destruction on the Southern Continent, and after reading the letter of introduction written by the Holy Son, Sigrid was stunned for a long time.

It's like helping her dig up a small half of the big clerics of the Destruction Branch!

Although Sigrid had only had a semblance of communication with the Bishop on the Southern Continent, she remembered that Bishop Ivanos, the Bishop of Destruction, was a very short-tempered woman and a complete madness.

"Fortunately, Lanchi left her more than half of the great priests, as well as the Holy Maiden and the Holy Son, otherwise the Bishop of Destruction would probably go crazy if he became the commander of the light pole."

Sigrid sighed.

Although the combined combat power of all the subordinates of a branch is no match for the bishop himself, but a normally functioning group system, if only the strongest leader is left, there will be some loopholes, and maybe it will be designed by familiar people, such as other bishops in the Southern Continent, even if they have a good relationship with Bishop Ivanos on the surface, in fact, whoever stabs someone with a few murderous guys will not surprise Sigrid.

"Lord Bishop, the letter you sent to Wilford, he must have received it soon."

Groria, a direct soldier, packed up the bouquet and turned around and asked.

She also now knows that Rocky McCarthy's real name is actually Ranch Wilford.

As the closest confidant of the Catholic Church, every day when I talk to the bishop, I will hear the bishop put that name on his lips and keep repeating it.

Because the Archpriest of Destruction sent by Lanchi helped him bring a personal letter in addition to a letter of recommendation for official business, the Bishop quickly replied to Lanch's letter, and asked a professional messenger who crossed the sea route between the north and south continents to bring it for her.

It was an antique piece of letter softened with incense, written in fresh ink, and Gloria had never seen a bishop write so seriously.

As a result, the bishop's writing was surprisingly good, and it turned out that she was very good at writing letters.

"Well, my vacation is just around the corner! In a few days, you can leave for the Hutton Kingdom in the Southern Continent to find the Cat Boss's restaurant! ”

Sigrid grinned and gestured a scissorhand at Gloria.

Now that the Pact between the Protos Empire and the Kingdom of Ethelan has been concluded, the northern continent, at least the southern shore, is much more stable than before, and only the final touches remain.

The Holy Son left a clear address, and she would never get lost when she arrived in Ichrite, even if she couldn't find the Cat Boss's restaurant, she could just ask someone on the nearby street, and maybe she could meet an old acquaintance who was wandering.

"By the way, the Holy Son has instructed you that there is a Miss Talia in the Southern Continent who looks exactly like Miss Lanf, the great love poet, you must not admit your mistake and suddenly pick it up and do something to others."

Gloria thought for a moment and reminded.

Whenever the majestic bishop mentioned the Son, he seemed to be a different person, a completely wayward maiden, which worried Gloria.

"Don't worry, how could I mistake the Son's natal card, he borrowed that card from me to defeat Asquesan, have you forgotten the Bishop's Desperate Battle? And I'm an eighth-order martial artist, and I can recognize the breath of the Great Love Poet even if it turns to ashes. ”

Sigrid spread her hands and muttered to herself with a nonchalant expression.

(End of chapter)