Chapter 217: Pope of the Black Sun (1)
The disc of light slowly descended to the ground. The man standing atop the disc stepped down into the square. He was a silver-haired man with blue eyes.
Lapicel muttered without thinking, "Oh my, he’s handsome."
"What are you talking about? He’s the enemy," Serati snapped at her, exasperated.
I didn’t know she cared about people’s looks.
Well, to be fair, he really was good-looking. His eyes were deep, clear blue, his hair gleamed like silver, his nose was high and his features were finely shaped. He was lean but possessed a well-balanced frame. He was clearly in his mid-thirties, yet looked no older than his twenties.
Varos asked over the transmission,
—Looks like it’s really Jedex, doesn’t it, young master?
—Yeah, now that I see him, the resemblance is there.
The Jedex they had known was an old man well past sixty. He hadn’t looked anything like this youthful figure.
—But even then, we thought he’d aged gracefully.
A handsome man aged into a distinguished middle-aged gentleman, and a distinguished man aged into a dignified elder. He had been quite striking in his old age. In his prime youth, of course, he was extraordinarily handsome. And what would happen when such a handsome man descended cloaked in the holy light of the goddess?
Karnak scowled.