Walter cleared his throat and started preaching. “Think about it, if this person really appears, would the Temple of Light not fear for their position? Would they not fear that this person might threaten their prestige? So they will definitely adopt measures to protect themselves. Based on the style of that bitchy Goddess of Light, she will definitely find the person before anyone else and subdue them to be one of her own. They will be extremely devoted to her and become one of her loyal lackeys in the mortal world.”
“And if they couldn’t be tamed?” Claire’s eyes became slits, a cold ray emitting from her dark green irises.
“Then of course they would eliminate her early on, cleanly and thoroughly.” Walter snorted and then spit out, “That bitch always did things this way.”
“The Goddess of Light did this to you before?” As soon as Claire asked the question, she felt it was a bit strange and sounded ambiguous. But from the hateful tone of Walter, there was something unusual.
“Before I started dark magic, I was the disciple of a healer. But that vile, ignoble man excluded and framed me, claiming my alchemy results as his own.” Walter’s mental ripples suddenly became violent. Apparently, he remembered some past memories and was extremely bothered.
Claire didn’t interrupt, only listening quietly to Walter furiously howl in a low voice. She could kind of guess what happened. Walter was very talented, so the Temple of Light took him in as their own, but others were jealous and excluded him. Becoming a despised dark magician must have had a lot to do with this.
Walter suddenly became silent.
Claire understood that Walter had calmed down and he didn’t want to talk about this anymore and she didn’t ask any further.
Everyone has the right to keep their own secrets.
So Claire stayed in the garden feeling the breeze, thinking about other matters until the banquet ended.
After the banquet ended, Claire and Duke Gordan left.
Duke Gordan leaned comfortably against the side of the carriage, his eyes closed in thought. Claire was also quiet. Suddenly Gordan opened his eyes and looked at Claire, “Claire, what do you plan on doing with your fief?”
“Grandfather, find someone to look after it for me. I haven’t finished my studies.” Claire answered.
“Yes, I was thinking the same thing. Give me the castellan stamp, and I’ll find a trustworthy person to take care of things. When you want to visit or manage things by yourself, you can always go anytime.” Of course, Duke Gordan wouldn’t take much notice of such a small city, and he definitely would not let these tedious issues affect Claire’s learning of advanced magic from Sir Cliff.
“Thank you, Grandfather.” Claire smiled.
“Study hard and learn from Master Cliff seriously. If one day you also become a wizard sage, then that day, the Hill clan’s banner of roses will truly fly forever.” There was a radiant look in Gordan’s eyes.
“I will work hard and not disappoint Grandfather.” Claire nodded and said conscientiously.
“I have faith in you. One day, you will become my pride, become the Hill clan’s pride, and even more so, Amparkland’s pride.” Gordan’s powerful words resonated, his eyes burning with expectancy. “Right now those people still view you the same way as before. I know there will be a day when you will give those people a huge surprise. One day, those people won’t associate Gordan’s granddaughter or Cliff’s disciple with your name. I am sure that when they hear the name Claire, it will strike their ears with a roar of thunder! You are yourself, you are Claire Hill!” Gordan stared intently at Claire, pouring out all the emotions in his heart.