122: Chapter 122 Family Secret Talk! Final Decision! Training Plan!

Windsor Family Manor, second floor.

Tyrian, Elani, and Aliyah walked into the study one after another.

The heavy door closed gently behind them, completely cutting off outside noise.

This place was less of a study and more of a small private library and strategy room.

Towering bookshelves reached the ceiling, packed with various classics, files, and maps.

The air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Tyrian walked behind the large desk, not sitting down immediately, but turning his back to his wife and daughter, staring at an old oil painting hanging on the wall depicting the descent of the Goddess of Dawn, his back still looking slightly stiff.

Elani pulled Aliyah to sit on a comfortable sofa by the fireplace.

She first poured a cup of warm herbal tea for her daughter, then picked up a cup for herself, blowing on it gently.

After a brief silence, Elani spoke first, her tone peaceful and gentle:

"Aliyah, you did very well on your trip to the North. The Holy Oracle Institute and the College of Cardinals have spoken very highly of you."

"The position of Holy Arbiter Scribe is crucial; it is a core stepping stone for future promotion. Once you get there, you must be even more cautious in your words and actions, but when it is time to show your ability, you must never shrink back."

"Your father has been in the Tribunal for many years, he has some experience he can tell you..."

She began to speak in detail, from the duties and authority of the Holy Arbiter Scribe, the interpersonal network, to the factional infighting and potential risks that needed attention.

Although Tyrian still had his back turned, he occasionally interjected to add a key point, his voice dull but no longer carrying the previous rage.

Aliyah listened quietly, nodding occasionally or asking questions, showing that she had also thought about it.

Official business was mostly discussed, and the atmosphere in the study seemed to ease a little.

Elani changed the subject very naturally, her gaze sweeping over Aliyah's still-flat abdomen as if unintentionally, her tone still gentle, but carrying a trace of inquiry that only a mother and daughter could understand:

"Work is certainly important, but as a woman, especially one in a high position, you need to know how to balance and... cherish."

"Some changes, perhaps, are the arrangements of fate, and may not be a... gift."

She paused, her soft eyes looking deep into her daughter's eyes, "Do you understand what I mean, Aliyah?"

Aliyah's fingers holding the teacup tightened imperceptibly, her beautiful eyes lowered, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks.

She did not admit it, nor did she deny it, simply remaining silent.

But this silence, at this moment, was tantamount to an admission.

Tyrian had turned around at some point. The rage on his face had long since faded, replaced by an extremely complex gravity and deep thought.

His gaze also fell on his daughter. In that sharp scrutiny, there was a bit more of an indescribable evaluation, and even, a hint of hidden relief?

He no longer intended to pursue who that man was.

Because that was not important.

Or rather... not knowing might be better.

With the power of the Windsor Family and the Church, if they really wanted to investigate, they might not be unable to find out.

But what then, after finding out?

After his wife's hint, he had discovered the biggest change in his younger daughter.

Aliyah's Primal Fire of the Saint rank, which had been burning fiercely since the day she awakened, had actually converged?

That wild, overbearing flame that seemed to want to burn everything was now docilely dormant, wrapped and reconciled by a harmonious and vibrant circulation configuration?!

To him, who was intimately familiar with the glorious heritage of the Windsor Family, this was extremely shocking!

Not only that...

The breath of those three little lives was pure and powerful, perfectly inheriting the Primal Fire of the Windsor Family, as well as the extraordinary configuration that made the Primal Fire converge.

This meant... these three children could only be surnamed Windsor, and must be surnamed Windsor!

Because the mission of the surname Windsor was to inherit this spark from the Goddess in the world.

Therefore—

Was it still important who that man was?

Aliyah had completed the convergence of the Saint-rank Primal Fire, her lifespan would skyrocket, so there was no need for marriage; she could stay in the family, and she had the most excellent heirs of the Windsor Family!

The couple looked at each other and instantly read the same thoughts and decisions in each other's eyes.

Years of tacit understanding needed no words.

Tyrian cleared his throat, his voice returning to its usual steadiness, with a hint of imperceptible gentleness:

"Aliyah, your body... needs to pay more attention to rest recently. The work of the Holy Arbiter Scribe is heavy, and it takes time to adapt when you first take over. How about this..."

He looked at his wife.

Elani nodded imperceptibly.

Tyrian continued: "The inauguration originally scheduled for a few days later is postponed. You should rest at home and take care of your health."

"I will communicate with the Holy Oracle Institute and the College of Cardinals. Let's... rest for a year first. After a year, we will see the situation before you take office."

"How is that?"

Aliyah raised her eyes and looked at her father.

"I understand, Father, Mother." She nodded gently, her voice softer.

Elani showed a genuine smile on her face and reached out to pat her daughter's hand gently.

Tyrian also nodded slightly, and the last trace of gloom in his eyes dissipated.

Such... excellent!

Gino City, Golden Flame Castle.

Master bedroom on the top floor.

Rowan looked at the silhouette of the church spire in the distance, his brows slightly furrowed, as if thinking about something.

Behind him, light footsteps approached.

Mira Mesa, now the Viscountess of Red Maple, walked in wearing a gorgeous noble dress.

"Rowan," Mira walked to his side, handed over the briefing, and said clearly, "Over at the church, an announcement was officially posted this morning. The Chief Priestess has indeed been replaced."

Rowan's movement of taking the briefing paused slightly, then returned to natural. His gaze quickly scanned the short announcement written in the official document format of the Church.

The content was nothing more than clichés like "The Holy Oracle Institute has other appointments, thank you for the contributions of Priestess Aliyah Windsor during her tenure," and finally announced:

"Experienced Priest Adrian Wood will take over as the Chief Priestess of the Gino County Church."

"Adrian Wood?" Rowan looked at Mira, his voice showing no emotion, "Is that the deputy to Priestess Aliyah from before? The one responsible for handling daily church affairs and coordination?"

"Yes, it's him." Mira nodded in confirmation and added, "This Priest Wood is said to have a background in the orthodox seminary, with old qualifications, and his style of doing things... is known for being steady and even slightly conservative."

"During the time Priestess Windsor was in charge of the overall situation, especially when handling the Scarlet Heresy Case, he was mainly responsible for maintaining the daily operation of the church and comforting the believers, and did not participate too much in the core investigation."

"With him taking over, it seems that the Church, in order to stabilize the Gino County diocese as soon as possible, chose a candidate who is familiar with the local situation and is not likely to cause waves."

Rowan was silent for a moment, then casually placed the briefing on the solid wood table next to him.

He paced twice, facing the window again, but his gaze seemed to have no focus.

The winter clouds hung low, pressing the daylight a bit dull.

"Did the Church say..." He paused, as if pondering his words, his voice lower than before: "The specific whereabouts of Priestess Aliyah?"

Mira heard this, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

On the night of the banquet at the Golden Dawn Manor, Rowan and Priestess Aliyah left early in full view of everyone.

After that, Priestess Aliyah never appeared in public again, and the news of her resignation and departure spread quickly.

Almost everyone thought that as the Golden Flame Count who was pushed to the position by Priestess Aliyah, Rowan must have had in-depth communication with her in private, and might even know her subsequent arrangements.

After all, Rowan's nomination as Count was promoted by Aliyah, and the two had a close relationship; it was impossible for there to be no explanation for the power transfer and interest connection.

But now it seems...

Rowan seems to be unaware of this?

Did Priestess Aliyah not leave him any clear explanation or guidance?

This is really abnormal!

Mira calmly suppressed the doubts in her heart and whispered the news she had heard:

"The specific appointment was not announced, but there are sporadic messages circulating within the Church... Priestess Windsor should have returned to the imperial capital, Seran City..."

"Returned to the imperial capital..." Rowan repeated these words, his voice very soft, as if talking to himself.

Silence began to permeate the room.

The light outside the window seemed to be dimmer, outlining his straight back silhouette a bit blurred.

He felt a little lost...

He had finally taken down a partner with a score of over ninety, and before he had time to cultivate deeply, she had actually run away?!

Where was he going to make up the four qualified heirs he was still missing from the next milestone?

He began to lower his eyes and think.

It seems that relying on high-scoring partners obtained from the outside world ultimately has variables and is not stable enough.

If the score is too high, the resistance to Charm is too strong, and she has her own ideas. If he is not careful, she will run away.

Therefore, he decided to speed up, reorganize the order of Gino County, and then start to promote the Garden Plan, systematically cultivating high-scoring ladies who belonged entirely to him.

It's just, how should the unique extraordinary characteristics of ladies with a score of over ninety be cultivated?

His thoughts raced.

Just then, he felt a concerned gaze fall on his face.

It was Mira.

She seemed to have noticed his silence and the change in his aura, and those red-gold eyes carried inquiry and a hint of imperceptible worry.

Rowan collected his thoughts and met her gaze.

The woman in front of him was bright and moving, with a vigorous figure, and a score as high as eighty-eight, not far from that threshold.

His gaze fell unconsciously on the beautiful neck exposed by Mira.

There, he could faintly hear her steady and powerful heartbeat, and could smell the fierce and vigorous vitality in her blood.

A thought popped up uncontrollably—

Embrace her now, transform her into a vampire descendant!

This would not only allow her beauty to last forever, her strength to leap, her potential to increase greatly, but also allow him to completely control the other party through blood.

Perhaps, it could even push her score over the ninety-point threshold in one fell swoop...

His lips moved slightly, and an instinctive desire rose quietly in his heart.

But in the end.

He suppressed this impulse.

"It's not the time yet." He said to himself.

The situation after Elena's transformation had not been fully observed, especially the subsequent improvement of vampire power.

Mira's value was higher and could not be lost. He must wait for a safer time and accumulate more experience.

So, he stepped forward, reached out, lifted Mira's delicate chin slightly, kissed her full and moist red lips, and then whispered near her fair earlobe:

"I know, Mira, thank you for your hard work."

His voice returned to his usual steadiness: "You go and deal with the handover of the Red Maple Territory first."

"If you need anything, tell me at any time."

Mira's cheeks were slightly red, a hint of sweetness flashed in her eyes, she pressed against his handsome face, and replied softly:

"Well, then I... will go back first.

"Don't be too... well, anyway, you can call me anytime if you have anything." She seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she didn't say much, turned around decisively, and left the bedroom.

When Mira's footsteps disappeared completely.

Rowan's finger with the silver star ring flashed slightly.

A blood-colored crystal appeared in his hand.

He thought of the pollution of the Red Moon and the impact of the crazy will when he was smelting the "Scarlet Hymn Breathing Technique" at that time.

This made him a little hesitant, whether to let Elena, whose state had already stabilized, try it?

But her willpower didn't look like she could resist it, and he didn't know what would happen then.

However, as a vampire-exclusive Perfect Breathing Method, the "Scarlet Hymn Breathing Technique" shouldn't be too much of a problem.

After thinking for a long time...

In the end, he decided to try.

He needed observation, he needed data.

More importantly, was there still room for Elena's score to continue to improve?

All this experience would provide crucial reference for his subsequent cultivation of Mira, and even the future screening and cultivation of the garden that belonged exclusively to him.