Chapter 85
“She doesn’t seem particularly special... but there’s something about that apprentice that gets under my skin.”
The High Priest added the comment in passing.
“They say the Magic Tower was preserved thanks to something her brother said before he lost his memory. And that’s why the Dyfenril Duchy survived as well.”
“So I’ve heard...”
“And their slave-born grandfather is now making quite a spectacle of himself at the Grand Nobles’ Assembly.”
“Don’t worry... That won’t last much longer.”
“Indeed. I trust you, my most capable son.”
“Thank you.”
“When the day comes that I truly descend upon the Land of Glory, you will be the one laughing closest to me and for the longest time.”
The reason the High Priest hadn't yet moved against the Noart Count Family, despite them being a nuisance, was because the power gap remained significant.
And because he had much bigger plans in motion.
Julian Noart’s sudden appearance five years ago had been a major variable, but now he had lost all his former abilities. The Temple's calculated interference had clearly paid off.