NOVPUBOn the Northern Continent, at the southernmost edge of the Protoss Empire.
The imperial capital, Herram, remained as busy as ever. In the center of the city-state, on the top floor of a high-rise building, the master of the house appeared to have been sleeping in all morning.
"Mr. Bishop, it’s time to wake up, the sun has already risen."
The knocking of Gloria, his personal soldier, was faint as it traveled through the long corridor of the gallery to Sigrid’s bedroom.
However, after some time, there still was no response.
Really, this is too much.
Gloria, standing outside, sighed and shook her head, then used the spare key to open the door to Sigrid’s home.
In the past month, Mr. Bishop’s workload had been heavy, as if he were in prison, his responsibilities in the Protoss Empire triggering chain reactions with every move. Just with Grand Sage Isis alone, there was a mountain of work waiting for Sigrid.
And Mr. Bishop worked even harder, hoping to speed up his "release from prison," to finish up all his affairs earlier and then start his vacation. 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝖔𝔪
Gloria felt that Sigrid couldn’t rest properly as, even in his sleep, Sigrid’s brain seemed to be more active than when awake, and his cheeks were always a rosy color. If it weren’t for Sigrid being so powerful, Gloria would have been worried that Sigrid would work himself sick.
As Gloria thought this, she walked into the kitchen and skillfully began to prepare a meal for Sigrid, uncertain whether it was breakfast or lunch.
It wasn’t until Gloria placed the brunch in the living room, covered with a magic device to keep it warm, and came to Sigrid’s bedroom that she found Sigrid still deep in sleep.
She rolled around in bed, moving her limbs freely, but the blanket draped over her stomach was the only thing she couldn’t seem to shake off, making it unclear to Gloria whether Sigrid was awake or just snoozing.
What a grown person you are? This isn’t very dignified, please.
Gloria really wanted to comment, but in the end, she held back.
At least now she didn’t have to worry about Sigrid not being able to get married.
Then, Gloria closed the door again and didn’t disturb the sleeping bishop, deciding to wait until Sigrid woke up to inform him about the day’s work.
By that time, the sun in the sky seemed to have risen a bit higher, and the natural light refracted into the dim bedroom through the curtains became much brighter, causing the mirrors to begin to sparkle.
"Hmmm..."
Sigrid let out a light hum, struggling to twist around in bed, the soft blanket feeling too much like an embrace to leave.
Not until her consciousness fully awoke, her eyes opened, and she began piecing together that it had been a dream, did her memories gradually return, and she sat up, momentarily disoriented, throwing the blanket aside.
Lately, she had been dreaming every day of a woman with silver hair and amber eyes.
And that woman, Sigrid had actually seen her before.
"Damn, she really is adorable. I should’ve taken her by force back then and made her my Saintess."
After becoming completely alert, Sigrid complained.
Originally, she only admired that courageous priestess who dared to fight her, but now she felt more fond of her with each passing dream.
She really wanted her to live in the archives and spend every day with her, roaming around the imperial capital of Herram.
Now thinking back, even though Lanci and Hyperion couldn’t reveal any information about that world in her dreams, Sigrid felt, upon waking, that Lanci and Hyperion were challenging the Shadow World.
Ultimately, Sigrid remembered, Hyperion seemed to have told her that their next meeting could be over a decade away.
That meant Hyperion and Lanci knew that this Shadow World would continue.
So, the next time the Shadow World returns, if it happens to be a decade later in the era of the Shadow World, would she directly replace Siegler to enter the Shadow World?
"Hahaha, I wonder if Hyperion would still want to embrace me then."
Sigrid suddenly burst into laughter, rolling around on the bed.
She couldn’t wait to see Hyperion’s face when she discovers that her favorite Siegler has turned into the Bishop of Hegemony.
"No, I need to trick her. I’ll first disguise myself as an older version of Siegler and continue to have close encounters with her. When she’s completely hooked on me, I’ll reveal the truth—’You’ve been cuddling with your most hated Bishop of Hegemony for an entire Shadow World!’"
Sigrid plotted with delight.
She stepped out of bed, yawned as she walked across the soft carpet.
Time to wash her face, comb her hair neatly, tidy up her appearance, and then start the new day’s work.
"I’m really envious of the Bingxue Witch, Almis. The Judgment Chief came from the north to take over her duties, allowing her to enjoy her vacation in the South Continent early. I wonder how much fun she’s having there every day."
Sigrid felt that the Church of the Goddess of Destiny was more amiable, and relationships between Bishops were decent, unlike in the Rebirth Church where there was always mutual suspicion. Unfortunately, Sigrid did not like the numerous rules and regulations of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny; she preferred when her thoughts were clear.
Although she felt very tired from work over the past month, and even dreaming was exhausting, the thought that her own Saint Heir was also very enthusiastic about work as a good example, made her feel that she could not slack off.
Down-to-earth, hard work...
Sigrid reflected upon herself.
Upon leaving the bedroom, what met her eyes were the spacious and bright corridor and the gallery.
Every single displayed piece was exquisite and luxurious, from the carefully selected artwork to the custom-made furniture, all were handpicked by her.
Not until she entered the main hall, where a faint scent of aromatherapy drifted in the air, did she see her own subordinate, Gloria, changing the fresh flowers in the white porcelain vase.
"Good morning, Gloria."
"It should be good afternoon, Mr. Bishop,"
Gloria corrected.
"Oh, is it already past eleven?"
Sigrid glanced at the wall clock and realized how late it already was.
"I have mostly settled in the new Grand Priests from the South Continent, please take a look to see if there’s anything that needs to be adjusted."
Gloria placed a document on a low cabinet within easy reach for Sigrid.
"You have worked hard; it’s good to have you."
Sigrid smiled at Gloria.
In her most difficult moments, Gloria had always been loyal and never left her side, her most intimate treasure.
Recently, she received the talents that the Saint Heir had sent over, each one personally trained by the Bishop of Destruction from the South Continent. After reading the introduction letter personally penned by the Saint Heir, Sigrid was stunned for quite a while.
It was as if he had poached almost half of the Grand Priests from the Destruction Branch for her!
Although Sigrid only had minimal interaction with the Bishops from the South Continent, she remembered that the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos, had a very volatile temper and was a complete madwoman.
"Luckily, Lanci left her most of the Grand Priests, as well as the Saintess and Saint Heir, otherwise, if the Bishop of Destruction turned into a general without an army, she would probably go mad,"
Sigrid sighed.
Even though the combined strength of all underlings in a branch could not rival the Bishop herself, a normally functioning group system would have some flaws if only the strongest leader remained, and there was a chance of being designed against by familiar people, such as other Bishops from the South Continent. Even if they appeared to have a decent relationship with the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos, on the surface, Sigrid would not be surprised if several brutal characters stabbed each other in the back.
"Mr. Bishop, the letter you sent to Wilfort should be reaching him soon."
After arranging the bouquet, her subordinate, Gloria, turned around and asked.
She now also knew that Rocky McCarthy’s real name was actually Lanci Welfort.
Being the Bishop of Hegemony’s closest confidant, she would hear the Bishop mention that name frequently in their daily conversations, constantly on the Bishop’s lips.
Since Lanci had brought along not only a formal recommendation letter for the Grand Priest of Destruction but also a personal letter for her, the Mr. Bishop had quickly replied with a letter of her own, entrusted to professional couriers who traversed the oceanic route between the North and South Continent.
It was an antique-style letter paper perfumed by burning incense, then written upon with fresh ink. Gloria had never seen the Mr. Bishop take writing a letter so seriously.
Surprisingly, the Mr. Bishop’s literary flair was not bad at all; it turned out she was quite adept at writing letters.
"Yeah, my vacation is just around the corner! In just a few days, I’ll be able to set off for the Hutton Kingdom in the South Continent to find the Cat Boss Restaurant!"
Sigrid grinned at Gloria, making a scissors gesture with her fingers.
Now that the alliance between the Protoss Empire and the Aestheland Kingdom had been established, the situation in the Northern Continent, at least on the South Bank, had become much more stable than before, with only the final touches left to complete.
The Saint Heir had left her the exact address, so she definitely wouldn’t get lost in Ichrite, and even if she couldn’t find the Cat Boss Restaurant, she could simply ask around on the nearby streets. Perhaps she might even bump into an old acquaintance wandering about.
"By the way, the Saint Heir instructed you that on the South Continent there’s a Miss Talia who looks exactly like the Great Love Poet, Miss Lan Fu. Please make sure not to mistake her and suddenly embrace her and get handsy."
Gloria pondered for a moment and then reminded her.
The dignified Mr. Bishop would become an impulsive girl whenever the Saint Heir was mentioned, which caused Gloria considerable worry.
"Don’t worry, how could I possibly mistake the Saint Heir’s Life Card? He’s the one who lent me that card to defeat Asksan. Have you forgotten the battle with the Bishop Death War Horse? And besides, I’m an Eighth-order Martial Artist, hey, I would recognize the aura of the Great Love Poet even if she turned to ashes."
Sigrid spread her hands, speaking nonchalantly to herself as if it was of no concern.
