Chapter 446 - 418: The Qualification to Sit at the Table
The conversation went smoother than Amberser had imagined.
The Mermaid High Priestess before him was quite straightforward. You couldn’t say she was foolish, but rather that she didn’t suffer much from persecution paranoia.
Amberser was envious, for only those who were seldom deceived could develop such a habit.
For someone like Amberser, who had been buffeted by the winds of fortune for centuries, even an offer of a drink from someone else would be met with suspicion of being drugged.
Mermaid Airel, on the other hand, was very methodical. As long as Amberser could present a logical speculation, Airel wouldn’t argue with him or suspect malicious intent.
Amberser disclosed all details about Aeolus to the Mermaid High Priestess—from his origins, questionable intelligence in his actions, to his close connection with the sea, and so on.
When the Mermaid High Priestess heard that this Aeolus was seeking to marry a woman named Airel, she showed an expression of anger.
"The Deity of Whip Scourge would even reach into the domain of other gods, She’s truly mad," she said.
No high-ranking woman could accept being forcibly taken home as a wife. This wasn’t a story of twisted romantic love but a struggle over race and belief, far bloodier than family melodramas.
The Mermaid High Priestess had already made up her mind—if that eyesore dared to propose marriage to her, she would skewer him with her trident and dump him into a volcanic fissure at the bottom of the sea.