Chapter 249 - 248. The Masked Intent (1)
Marvoni Venil, was the current Pope of the Holy Temple of Saintess Miella and the Dragons. He had assumed his position only a couple of years ago after the death of the previous Pope and since then he had been working hard to spread the influence of the Temple across the continent.
The building where the Pope lived was in a different wing, it was a place kept specifically for him. With the prayer room, to his living quarters he owned that space completely.
I was kind of wondering how he’d managed to snag all this, even in my previous world there was the concept of Pope and religion and everything. But in this world, I was directly up against it.
I was led by the priests to the room where the Pope usually had his meetings. I sat down on the comfy armchair watching the paintings and the beautiful sculptures that were scattered about the large room.
Most of them were of Dragons and some of Saintess Miella alone. I stared at her figure as she was dressed in a robe with her hands joined in prayer.
I wondered just how she managed to get the Dragons to come down for her. I didn’t specifically feel anything for her but I couldn’t deny the familiar sensation that my blood sizzled with whenever I would lay my eyes on those statues.
They were finely made and if not for the obvious signs of them being handmade, I would have thought they were the Dragons themselves, frozen in the clay.
I wondered if I would be able to meet these Dragons soon. I did want to but I guess I would have to wait, I wasn’t ready yet. My body was only halfway assimilated with the Dragon’s bloodline, so they would instantly know that I wasn’t a Pureblood, yet.
I might die if I came across a Dragon at this point. Dragons didn’t like half-bloods. The one in the lake was good enough but the others would be extremely prideful and would see me as a contamination for their kind.
It irked me a little but I knew it was only a matter of time till I would be harnessing my capabilities to the fullest.
The doors opened and I turned to see the tall figure entering the room. I stood up and curtsied, my blood singed and I swallowed the humiliation that I felt. He was dressed in the long white robes that were adorned with the golden embroidery and his hat was missing giving a view of his dark blonde hair streaked with a few silver strands, there were faint aging lines on his face which would give an indication that he was growing old, or else he seemed like he would be in his late thirties even though he was in his sixties. I wondered if it was the power of Healing or prayer.