121: Chapter 121 The Holy Court Inquisitor is enraged! His youngest daughter has returned pregnant with triplets?!

Holy Era 1853, Imperial Capital, Seran City.

The pure white spire of the Dawn Cathedral appeared even more sacred and solemn under the azure sky.

Aria had returned to this magnificent sanctuary she had been familiar with since childhood.

Compared to when she left, her features remained flawless; the harsh elements of the North seemed to have left no trace on her.

She passed through the towering corridors, completed a series of cumbersome but necessary debriefing procedures, and submitted the final case file regarding the Scarlet Heresy Case in Gino County in person.

Faced with the questions from the bishops of the Holy Oracle Institute, her answers were concise and clear, and she finished the entire process quickly.

Official business was concluded.

She declined the pleasantries of her colleagues and took a white carriage bearing the mark of the Windsor Family, heading toward the Windsor Family estate located in the heart of the Imperial Capital.

The carriage rolled over the wide, smooth bluestone streets, and outside the window were continuous, towering ancient buildings.

Everything here was different from the rugged, wild, and vibrant Gino City in the North.

The beauty of Seran City was exquisite and highly orderly.

The Windsor Family estate was a classical courtyard-style building with a long history.

The grey-white stone walls were covered in hardy ivy, and carefully pruned silver birches grew in the courtyard.

Everywhere here exuded the low-key nature, heritage, and an elegance ingrained in the bones of an ancient family.

When Aria's carriage slowly approached the estate, the cast-iron gates opened silently inward.

The butler, Evan, dressed in a crisp dark suit, had long been standing quietly under the porch.

He said nothing, merely bowing slightly, pressing his right hand to his chest with impeccable demeanor, and then stepped aside to personally guide the carriage into the wide driveway.

The carriage passed through the tree-lined path and finally stopped in front of the main courtyard.

Aria got off the carriage and walked into the courtyard.

Her family was waiting to welcome her.

Her father, Tyrian Windsor, stood at the very front.

He had a handsome and stern face, wearing a well-tailored dark grey casual outfit, covered by a dark red, gold-trimmed cloak that symbolized his status.

As the Second Chief of the Inquisition of the Church of Dawn and a top-tier cleric of the Radiant Sun rank, just standing there, he naturally exuded the temperament of a powerhouse.

At this moment, he wore a rare smile on his face as he looked at his youngest daughter who had returned from the North.

Her mother, Elanie Windsor, stood beside her husband.

She had a graceful and noble temperament, and those ice-blue eyes, which were somewhat similar to Aria's, were currently filled with undisguised maternal love and longing.

Born into the Duke Dupont family, she was now the chair of the Foreign Affairs Committee of the Imperial House of Commons.

Her elder sister, Lyriel Clark, held her husband's arm with a gentle smile on her face.

She had been married for many years and ran a well-known shop for magical items and extraordinary potions in high society; her brows and eyes had less of her sister's coldness and a bit more charm.

Her elder brother, Emil Windsor, was in a crisp Imperial military officer's uniform, standing tall with a capable demeanor.

Her younger brother, Hawkins Windsor, was the youngest, wearing the standard robe of the Alos Theological Seminary.

"Aria, you're back." Tyrian stepped forward with a smile, his voice deep and magnetic.

His youngest daughter had been away from home for half a year, traveling through the North, handling a tricky major heresy case, and returning safely while having been promoted to an important position. Publicly and privately, it was enough to make him, as a father, feel gratified.

However, just as he walked within two or three steps of his youngest daughter, looking at her carefully with concerned eyes, the gentle smile on his face suddenly froze.

As a top-tier transcendent, his perception of life aura, energy fluctuations, and even soul states had long reached a level of detail unimaginable to ordinary people.

Almost the moment his gaze touched his youngest daughter, an extremely faint but unmistakable aura of new life was clearly captured by him!

This could only mean one thing—

His youngest daughter, actually... was pregnant?!

And, judging by the fluctuation of that life aura, not just one, but... three?!

In an instant, a fury mixed with shock and absurdity exploded in his mind!

Who was it?!

Which bastard who didn't know whether he was living or dying?!

How dare he...

How dare he do this to his daughter?!

His murderous intent boiled!

He wanted to find out immediately!

Then, find that bastard, purify his soul completely with the cruelest Holy Flame, and let him die wailing in endless pain!

In his eyes, it was as if a tangible, violent Holy Flame was burning!

In the surrounding air, an invisible, terrifying pressure spread uncontrollably!

Just at this moment—

"Tyrian." A warm, firm hand gently rested on his suddenly tensed forearm.

It was his wife, Elanie.

Unlike her husband's almost erupting fury, Elanie had already captured the extremely subtle changes in her youngest daughter, Aria, almost the moment she stepped into the courtyard.

Not the aura, but the posture.

Therefore, she had lagged half a step behind her husband just now, which was to observe her youngest daughter's aura more carefully.

Unlike her husband who was struck by fury, deep in this mother's beautiful eyes, instead of anger, a very surprised light flashed extremely quickly, and even the corners of her mouth curved upward almost imperceptibly.

Because, she sensed the harmony in Aria's aura that was completely different from the past.

This meant...

So, at the moment her husband was about to lose control, Elanie stepped forward in time, patted him gently, and said softly:

"Let's eat first. The children are all waiting. Whatever is the matter, we can talk about it later."

Her voice was not loud, but it carried a strange soothing power, instantly suppressing Tyrian's almost erupting anger.

Tyrian turned his head abruptly, meeting his wife's ice-blue eyes that were calm but meaningful.

Years of marital tacit understanding allowed him to instantly read the meaning in his wife's eyes—

Calm down, plan carefully...

This was not the time or place to lose his temper.

Tyrian's chest heaved violently a few times, forcing that desire to destroy everything down into the bottom of his heart.

He looked at Aria, who was still standing in front of him with a calm expression, his eyes complex.

In the end, he said hoarsely: "Welcome home, Aria... Let's eat."

As for Aria's elder brother Emil, elder sister Lyriel, and younger brother Hawkins, they were completely bewildered by this sudden pressure and change.

They were not high-level powerhouses and could not penetrate Aria's protective barrier, so naturally, they could not perceive the abnormality.

They only saw their father suddenly explode in anger, their mother intervene to calm things down, and Aria silent, not understanding what had happened at all.

But the upbringing of the Windsor Family made them suppress their questions and quickly follow.

The welcome family banquet began.

The long table was filled with exquisite silverware and sumptuous food, and the servants served silently.

Tyrian dined in silence, the sound of knives and forks colliding with porcelain plates being heavier than usual.

Elanie, however, had a normal expression, gently asking about her youngest daughter's daily life and work details in the North, as well as the customs and people of Gino County, diluting the invisible oppression.

Emil, Lyriel, and Hawkins tried to find topics to liven up the atmosphere, but with little success.

Their father remained silent.

Aria maintained her usual calmness from beginning to end, answering her parents' questions, her words concise, and eating quietly.

The welcome family banquet ended in this indescribable atmosphere.

After the meal, the servants cleared the tableware and served refreshing black tea and desserts.

Elanie gently put down her napkin, her gaze sweeping over her husband's still tense profile, then looking at her daughter who was sitting quietly, and said with a smile:

"Aria, the journey was tiring, and you just finished your debriefing, so you must be tired."

"However, there are some things regarding your upcoming work as a Holy Arbitrator Clerk, as well as some arrangements in the family, that your father and I want to talk to you about first."

"Shall we go to the study?"

Her tone was gentle and natural, as if it were just a normal post-meal family conversation.

Aria raised her ice-blue eyes, glanced at her mother, then swept her gaze almost imperceptibly over her father's tightly pressed lips, and nodded gently: "Okay."

Tyrian did not object either; he stood up and strode toward the study.

Elanie smiled soothingly at the other three children, who had worried and curious expressions in their eyes:

"You all rest first, or go busy yourselves with your own matters. We are going to discuss some things with Aria."