Chapter 402: Chapter 401: Battle of Identities
“Our clan doesn’t even have an empress, where would we get a prince consort?”
“It’s close enough, aren’t we High Priestesses worthy of him? If you all think it’s inappropriate, let the human sorcerer choose a few more as his compensation. I really don’t mind.”
In the council hall, people spoke one after another, and after a brief debate, a rather credible suggestion was proposed and was supported by many High Priestesses present.
That was to make the human sorcerer act as the ‘prince consort.’
In the Komore Empire, no matter how high the position of a prince consort, he was just an appendage to a woman, more like a lucky guy who hit the jackpot, which wouldn’t make people overthink.
“This idea is not bad, let him come to my Twilight Clan; I, Ye Lulu, am willing to accept him.”
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“I agree too, count me, Regina, in.”
Those present were sharp-eyed; the human sorcerer himself had decent strength, could use spatial methods, controlled the Silver Moon Blade, and had two fake lord-level guards.
Most High Priestesses would not turn away such a man.
The only worry was that the human sorcerer might not agree, after all, there was a fundamental difference between the Empress’s prince consort and the High Priestesses’ ‘pseudo prince consort,’ the empress required a Level 4 fighter.
Someone thought of targeting LuLu Xiya, among all the High Priestesses, in terms of lineage and status, LuLu Xiya was the most noble.
There was also an undeniable fact that LuLu Xiya’s charm was incomparable; it was estimated that no man who saw her would refuse her.
“Giggle, are you serious, can my charm really rank first in the empire?” Someone acknowledged her charm, and LuLu Xiya, with curved eyes and brows, displayed a brilliant smile.
“What if it’s true? As the chairwoman of the Empire Council, shouldn’t you contribute to the Empire?”
“But what if someone says I’m an old woman?”
“How could that be? Madam Chairwoman, you’re not only unparalleled in beauty but also in the prime of youth.”
“Giggle, what about you all? You all agree with this, right? Take your time, no rush.”
“Ah—yes, yes.”
In a matriarchal nation, where women ruled, High Priestesses always cared about their looks and charm, and they never admitted aloud that anyone surpassed them.
At this moment, LuLu Xiya undoubtedly seized a good opportunity.
Just as many were preparing to reluctantly agree, the High Priest suddenly stood up; she clearly had something else to say.
“Stop this nonsense, with the character of that human sorcerer, he won’t possibly be your ‘prince consort,’ and the Temple will never allow it.”
“According to the teachings of the Mother God and our clan’s long-standing rules, he can only be the Temple’s Saint Heir, which is indisputable.”
“As for what you all are worried about, I assure you as High Priest, you will have a satisfactory explanation. Now, please listen carefully—”
Inside the Imperial Council Hall, after Kolebas’ detailed explanation, she eventually persuaded the other High Priestesses to cooperate and work together to solve the pressing issues.
The High Priestesses of various tribes rarely reached a consensus.
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Time swiftly passed by.
Within less than ten days, the Temple had two unusual appointments, one was public and grand, facing the entire Yuyue City, and even the whole Komore Empire.
After this appointment, the Dark Elf clan had a new Holy Daughter, to the joy and elation of the people.
The other occasion was secret and unannounced, attended only by a few witnesses—High Priest Kolebas, Chairwoman LuLu Xiya, Holy Daughter Jenny, and the Chief of the Temple’s Hidden Guard, Norma.
“Saint Heir, since your duties need to be carried out in secret and can’t yet be publicly declared, you don’t have any objections, do you?”
“High Priest, I fully agree with what you said.”
Seeing Ivan agree, Kolebas let out a sigh of relief.
She had gone to great lengths to create a secret temple duty, assigned to the Saint Heir to make judgments behind the scenes. He could judge on unfaithful priests within the temple and even the unlawful citizens of the empire.
The only requirement was that it had to be done discreetly.
To demonstrate her sincerity, she even had the Hidden Guard fully cooperate with the Saint Heir.
Kolebas seemed not to have considered that, as a foreigner, Ivan would attract attention wherever he went, making it difficult for him to make judgments in secret.
Of course, that might have been her intention all along.
For Ivan, he naturally didn’t mind such matters and, out of respect for the Dark Night Mother Goddess, he could hardly refuse the position of Saint Heir. He just let things take their course.
This appointment pleased everyone.
“Saint Heir, visit the imperial court when you’re free,” Ye Lulu’s eyes seemed capable of speaking.
“My honor,” since this was the imperial Speaker, whose control over power was no small matter, Ivan certainly wouldn’t neglect him.
“You might not know, but in the previous meeting, you almost became the ‘Prince Consort’. It’s such a pity, the High Priest is too ruthless,” Ye Lulu blinked, her eyes shimmering with light.
Upon hearing this, Kolebas’s eyes twitched.
She knew this old woman, and what truly bothered her was not the title of ‘Prince Consort’ but that of ‘the Empire’s Number One Beauty.’ She blamed herself for ruining her plans, probably as a way to add trouble for her.
“A Prince Consort? You’re mistaken. I already have two wives at home; I’m not eligible to become anyone’s Prince Consort,” Ivan looked her up and down, then candidly stated.
At his words, a clear look of astonishment appeared on Ye Lulu’s face; she obviously hadn’t expected such a response.
“Speaker, the testimonies are complete. It’s time for you to return to the imperial court. I will not see you out,” Kolebas said, barely containing her laughter.
“Saint Heir Ivan, you are quite an interesting man. Don’t forget your promise to visit me at the imperial court. I await you anytime,” Ye Lulu maintained her decorum as Speaker, leaving behind these words before departing.
Afterward, the others dispersed one after another.
As days passed, the appearance of the Saint Heir indeed didn’t cause any ripples.
During this time, word got out that a man had received a divine Holy Artifact.
The High Priest clearly knew how to blur the lines between truth and fiction.
With the cooperation of other major Mother Gods, they released a mix of real and fake news. Coupled with the popularity of the Holy Daughter, the story that a man received a Holy Artifact was quickly dismissed as a rumor, and everyone laughed it off.
Ivan didn’t particularly care about this situation, choosing to let things happen as they may.
However, he wasn’t in a hurry to leave, nor was he eager to get to business. Instead, he studied two Moon Blades while also researching the Kolebas Empire. A vast empire with nearly ten thousand years of history had too much worth exploring for him.
Even the underground world where the empire resided deserved time for exploration.
He would also try to complete the tasks of the Five Leaves Spear and attempt to open up an underground living space for humans—his current position was perfect for gathering information.
Although the Saint Heir position held little power, its high status was not something Ivan would take lightly.
Ivan wasn’t in a rush to leave or do anything particular, but someone was getting anxious—the High Priest.
The High Priest constantly hoped for the Saint Heir to leave, but lately, the latter seemed leisurely and appeared intent on staying long-term.
More than two months later, the High Priest couldn’t bear it any longer and took the initiative to visit Ivan for a conversation.
“Saint Heir, I hope I am not interrupting anything.”
“No worries, High Priest. If you’ve come to my residence, I must make the time,” Ivan responded.
At that moment, Ivan was in a flower hall, part of the Saint Heir’s residence. Seeing Kolebas arrive, he casually waved his hand, and the Silver Moon Blade floating in front of him flew behind his back and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Through study, he discovered a unique feature of the Moon Blade; it could transform into a pattern and attach to his back, which was quite peculiar.
A flash of something unusual passed through Kolebas’s eyes. This was a Holy Artifact of the Dark Elf Clan, now held by a foreign man. She sighed secretly, quickly collected her thoughts, and prepared to discuss serious matters, hoping to persuade the Saint Heir to leave.