The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Pulente was stunned.

The history books clearly stated that the depraved Blake had taken advantage of the First Saintess. Yet now, the First Saintess herself was telling him that the truth was the exact opposite—that she had been the one to forcefully claim Blake...

"No!"

"Impossible!"

Pulente shuffled backward on his knees, the corners of his eyes trembling as if he had suffered a massive blow. In his heart, Her Highness the Saintess was the noblest and most beautiful woman in the world. While his view was partially colored by the fact that she had saved him, it was mostly an objective assessment. It wasn’t just him; everyone thought so.

Whenever and wherever Her Highness the Saintess appeared, she was always so dignified and elegant.

She was glamorous yet distant, serene, and noble—lofty, unapproachable, and frostily beautiful.

She never gave any man the time of day.

There were even rumors that she had unconventional preferences, possessing certain... niche tastes.

This was because all the subordinates close to her were women.

’How could such an ascetic Saintess do something like that?’

"I don’t believe it!"

"Don’t believe it?"

"I don’t believe Her Highness the Saintess is the type to bully and tyrannize others! And I refuse to believe she would force herself on an innocent young man! You must be lying to me!" Pulente desperately tried to protect the image of the Saintess he held in his heart.

Diana was silent for a moment before saying, "You’re right. I wouldn’t force myself on an innocent young man."

"I knew it! How could you, Your Highness..."

"But he was no innocent young man."

Before Pulente could finish, Diana cut him off. "When I set my sights on him, he already had a woman."

Back then, Carl Black was still young—truly young. He hadn’t reached Tier Ten yet, so naturally, he didn’t possess eternal youth. But youth aside, Carl Black was anything but simple, let alone an innocent boy. Don’t be fooled by his prim and proper appearance; he was actually quite the flirt and had already hooked up with the eldest daughter of the Blazing Angel Family.

’So, I really didn’t force myself on an innocent young man. It was more like snatching a man who was already taken.’

Pulente: "???"

’Isn’t that even worse??’

The nostalgic smile vanished from Diana’s lips, and her expression returned to one of calm composure. "I’m telling you this because there’s something I want you to understand," she said faintly.

"The Saintess is the Saintess. The Church Court is the Church Court."

Serving her did not mean serving the Church Court.

If anyone else had heard those words, there would have been big trouble.

But Diana had said them anyway.

Pulente was a savvy old fox himself, accustomed to reading between the lines. How could he not grasp the deeper meaning in Diana’s words?

He choked out, "Thank you for your trust, Your Highness... but..."

"Forgive my transgression, but I must ask one more thing..."

"Back then... did you really force yourself on Mr. Blake?"

Diana raised her eyes. "You’ve already changed how you address him. That means you already have the answer in your heart. Why bother asking?"

Looking into her earnest eyes, Pulente knew Her Highness the Saintess was not lying to him.

Nor did she have any reason to.

It wasn’t that Her Highness the Saintess had changed, nor that she was two-faced. It was that from the very beginning, he had never truly understood her. And he was never qualified to know too much.

So, the reason Her Highness the Saintess avoided men, the reason she was so aloof and cold, wasn’t because there was something wrong with her. It was because her heart had already been taken centuries ago, and she had never forgotten him.

In that moment, the deified image of the Saintess that Pulente had built up in his own mind collapsed with a thunderous crash.

"Waaaah..."

Diana: "?"

"What are you crying about?"

"At your age, aren’t you embarrassed?"

"I don’t want to cry, Your Highness, but..."

Pulente wailed, tears streaming down his face, "I’ve offended Mr. Blake!"

Setting aside Her Highness the Saintess’s private affairs, he had made this special trip back to call for reinforcements to deal with Sean.

But who would have thought that Sean would suddenly turn out to be the love of the Saintess’s life, for lifetimes on end...

Her Highness the Saintess had saved his life.

Regardless of whether she represented the Church Court, he would remain loyal to the Saintess and never betray her. By that same logic, since Her Highness loved Sean, he could no longer make a move against Sean. But Sean could still make a move against him...

Sean was coming after him this time because of the airplane explosion, wasn’t he?

This just went to show that Sean was a man who held a grudge... No, a man with a very good memory.

If Sean found out that he had run to Hesinra Palace to ask Her Highness the Saintess to help him deal with him, Pulente didn’t even dare to imagine what Sean would do to him when he got back.

’It’s over... It’s all over!’

Diana shook her head with a smile. "Relax. He’s not that petty."

"At most, he’ll put you in the hospital for a few days."

Pulente: "???"

’And that’s not petty?’

He was over sixty this year! How could Sean have the heart to beat an old man like him into the hospital!

"Your Highness the Saintess!"

Pulente’s face turned beet red as he pleaded, "For the sake of my many years of diligent and loyal service on the farm, please don’t tell Mr. Blake about this! When I go back, I’ll cooperate with Mr. Blake however he wants. Just pretend I was never here."

’Please, I’m begging you!’

In truth, Pulente wasn’t afraid of getting beaten up.

After all, if Sean knew he had come looking for Her Highness the Saintess, he would also know he was her man, so he probably wouldn’t go so far as to kill him. What truly mortified Pulente was that he had actually come to Sean’s wife to ask for help dealing with Sean...

The circus clowns performing on the street during last month’s Day of Abstinence had more dignity than him!

He couldn’t bear the humiliation!

Diana poured herself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and said, "Mr. Pulente, you’re underestimating my husband."

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