Clang clang clang... The carriage slowly moved, making a slight shaking sound.

Well, actually there wasn't any sound at all. The royal carriage was made with the best materials, especially the one Tiran was sitting in. The court magician had even carved several small wind magic arrays to dampen the vibrations. It was unbelievably extravagant.

"So, you were trying to persuade me to attend the baptism with such a righteous and solemn attitude... Turns out you didn't have any interest in it either, huh, old brother?" Tiran leaned against the wall of the carriage, looking at Brad beside him with contempt on his face.

"Uh... Well, that day I was learning to cook with the head chef..." Brad awkwardly scratched his cheek, "And then I wandered outside for two years, didn't even return to the capital..."

No wonder you two are siblings! Aya sat opposite them, her face supported by her hand, not knowing what expression to make.

Although it was a royal member's journey to the Temple Church for the baptism, it was not a grand event. Perhaps it was because the two of them were two whole years late for the baptism.

Embarrassing, it's so embarrassing.

...

Inside the palace, the king was working hard under the watchful eyes of the chief lady-in-waiting.

Yesterday, he secretly went to drink with Corey, but in the end, he was captured and brought back like a dumpling by the lady-in-waiting. Even though he expected this when he tried to escape, it still made the king's old face unable to bear it when he was dragged away in front of the maids and guards.

"Since you had the courage to sneak out, Your Majesty, then you must have been prepared to embarrass yourself," the lady-in-waiting replied when the king begged for mercy.

What should I do? I really want to dismiss this person and find a replacement.

"...Your Majesty." At this moment, the cold-faced lady-in-waiting standing aside suddenly spoke up.

"Please spare me! Uh, well, did I do anything out of line?" The king looked nervously at her.

"No..." Seeing the king's reaction, the lady-in-waiting also felt a little uncomfortable. She had done her duties as a court lady properly, so why was the king so afraid of her?

"I want to ask, Your Majesty, since you suspected that the church might have some movements, why did you agree to let Prince Tiran and Prince Brad go for the baptism? Aren't you afraid that the church might take advantage of the situation?" she asked.

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?" Granzon lazily said, "Rest assured, after all, it is the Temple Church. Even if Heinrich has some sinister plans, he still has to consider the noble and righteous image of the church. If he dares to do anything inappropriate to a royal family member, the Pope will be the first one to deal with him."

"Moreover, the essence of the church's baptism is a blessing of light. As long as they don't betray humanity and stand with the dark creatures, it's an enhancement effect. Why wouldn't they take advantage of it if they have buffs?"

"Is this... the case? Your Majesty, the God of War, really loves to joke..." Heinrich reluctantly calmed himself down, reminding himself that this was just a child, a rare genius who was young and arrogant, so it was normal for him to speak so straightforwardly.

"Well, then, am I the only one receiving the baptism today?" Tiran glanced around and found that there was no one else besides Heinrich.

"Yes, because the baptism requires access to the Sacred Spring, and ordinary clergy members do not have the qualifications to enter." Heinrich nodded.

"Is that so? Doesn't your Temple Church always proclaim equality for all under the radiant light of the goddess? How come you treat your own clergy differently?" Tiran blinked his eyes and subtly stabbed the second knife.

"Um..." Heinrich stammered, feeling his heart exploding. Wasn't that obvious? Hearing about equality for all is just for show, right? It's impossible to tell the believers directly that even if the goddess says all beings are equal, I will still trample on your head and abuse my power, right?

However, Heinrich, being the Archbishop, quickly came up with a reasonable and convincing explanation, "Actually, it's like this..."

"Well, forget it. It seems that the Temple Church has nothing to do with me. The Archbishop doesn't need to explain further." Tiran yawned, waved his hand, and shut down Heinrich's attempt to say something.

Heinrich instantly felt like he had received an internal injury. If it weren't for the presence of the esteemed Princess, this former Holy Knight would have already swung his staff and attacked.

"By the way," Heinrich called out to Tiran, who was about to walk inside, with some hesitation, "Your Highness Tiran, why is it just you this time? Where is Prince Brad?"

"..." Tiran paused for a moment, looked to the left and right, and found that besides Aya, there was no one else by his side. "Damn it, I knew something was wrong when I walked in. It felt like someone was missing. Turns out my brother ran away!"

"@$#&**&..." Heinrich.

The Sacred Spring was located behind the main hall of the cathedral. The size of this hall was much smaller than the front hall, but as Aya stepped through the gate, she clearly felt an invisible pressure in the air increase.

"Is this the Sacred Spring?" Tiran frowned, looking at the central clear pool, the transparent water without any impurities, and seemingly emitting a faint glow. "It looks like an ordinary pool of water... Is magic being used here?"

"Yes, Your Highness, all you need to do is change and bathe in it." Heinrich said.

"Wait, do I have to undress? Is there someone secretly recording here and planning to sell it in the future?" Tiran guarded her chest warily.

"...Your Highness Tiran, please don't joke. This is a sacred cathedral. How could such a thing happen?" Heinrich felt his hands trembling. What on earth was going on in this princess's head!

"But my father told me before I came, 'be careful of Heinrich, that old pervert. Don't be deceived by his seemingly upright appearance, he's actually a pedophile. If you ever discover that this guy has any ill intentions, don't hold back, just beat him to death.' Well, something like that."

Heinrich the Archbishop probably couldn't think of a better time to cut down the God of War and His Majesty.

...

"At least I managed to escape. Hmph, I don't want to undergo any baptism."

In the nobles' district, Crown Prince Brad pushed open the door and slammed it shut, leaning against the door panel, gasping for breath.

"It's rare to see the Crown Prince in such a disheveled state." A figure draped in a white robe stood against the wall nearby, clearly waiting for some time already.

"Do you have to startle me like this out of nowhere?" Brad clicked his tongue, looking at the white figure.

"I'm here to protect you before the New Year's celebration. Isn't it obvious that I will be your secret guard? Although I think with the Crown Prince's strength, there's no need for a guard. Damn it, I just wanted to rest at home..." The figure in white rambled on, a hint of resentment in their tone.

"Since we agreed that you would protect me, just do your duty as a guard, alright?" Brad's expression was helpless.

"I'm not even getting paid. Can't I complain a little?" The white figure was shocked.

"The nature of it is completely different, isn't it? Clearly, it's a task that has been forcibly assigned to you. And you expect to be paid for it... Where is that common sense of yours coming from?" Brad sighed, "Oh well, in any case, you only need to protect me until the end of the celebration... Why are you looking at me with such strange eyes?"

"Because I'm curious, Your Highness Brad. Aren't you afraid of angering His Majesty the God of War by skipping the baptism? It's a traditional ceremony that has been passed down by the royal family for so many years."

"Tradition? My old man is not someone who follows tradition, otherwise, why would he suppress the power of the church? This country's name has a 'holy' in front of it. If the late kings, who are already buried, found out about what he did, wouldn't they be turning in their graves to hold him accountable? So, I don't think he would care about this baptism. Even my sister... she probably only agreed to go because she was bored."

"Is that so... It seems that the church will not be able to survive in this country for much longer." The figure in white laughed nonchalantly.

"Of course, unless changes are made."

...

"Your Highness Tiran, were you just joking earlier? Were those words just to test me?"

The bishop finally managed to hold back the blood that nearly sprayed out. He regained his composure and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off the sweat on his forehead.

The people from the Elysian Royal Family, starting from King Granzon, the God of War, were not easy to deal with, one after another. He initially thought that this youngest princess would only need to be careful of her exceptional skill, but he never expected to almost lose his composure upon meeting her.

The bishop secretly surprised himself and reminded himself not to be too careless.

In reality, Heinrich was overthinking. The princess herself didn't think that much with her innocent mindset. She just wanted to see if this solemn-looking guy would make any interesting expressions on his face.