345. Chapter 340 – Hugh Berrien’s Years of Peace and Happiness

Chapter 340: Hugh Berrien is still in her prime
In the lounge of the Earl of Milford’s mansion, flames leapt enthusiastically within the fireplace, turning the edges of the velvet sofas and chairs a slight shade of red while bringing the necessary warmth to the lofty interior, the crackling of the fire and the sound of burning wood adding a touch of dynamism to the stillness of the space.

Huberian’s hands were resting on her knees, her eyes complex as if she were thinking about something.

“May I ask the Silent Saint Son, why was it that he left the Northwest Province in an emergency?”

Huberian looked towards Earl Milford to ask her question.

Even though she knew that Earl Milford’s information would not be wrong, she was still worried that it was a trap.

“It seems that there is some problem in the north of the empire, having been redirected by Silent Bishop Ascension to the due north.”

Earl Milford was also confused as he rubbed his beard, he thought that it was just odd, how much trouble must there be in the north to make the Silent Bishop transfer all the Silent Saints there.

It was almost as if someone was helping Huberian draw all the fire away.

Earl Milford was sure that the Sons of the Silence had now arrived at the northern transportation hub of Box Hill Province on a magical railroad route, and then started heading north.

“If the Silent Saint Son doesn’t manage to finish his task soon, he may not be able to come back in seven days, but even if he comes back in the next few days, I’ll help you plan a route to the imperial capital of Helm in the first place that can stagger him.”

Earl Milford added.

He felt that the mission this young Magus was carrying was too heavy, and he didn’t want her to be burdened anymore when he was able to let her have a good rest.

“Whew.”

Upon hearing these words, Huberian was completely relieved, and her taut heart momentarily felt a little fluttering because it had relaxed too much, but it was difficult to completely land on the ground.

“Goddess of Praise, please continue to bless Lord Huberian.”

The three clergymen prayed sincerely, in their opinion, this was exactly the miracle of the Goddess manifesting.

Surely to be the disciple favored by the Holy Maiden-sama and the spiritual friend of Mr. Ranch-Wilford was the daughter of heaven’s destiny sheltered and chosen by the Goddess of Fate.

The new saintess of the church would surely be this Ms. Huberian.

“Don’t …… such a crash of luck can’t happen a second time, Helom won’t welcome me and open up the sky for me.”

Huberian shook her head repeatedly, sometimes too much luck in turn makes people a little afraid.

There is only so much luck in life, whoever runs out first goes first, since she met Ranch, her luck has become quite good, and she didn’t expect to be even more lucky after briefly separating and opening up with him.

Ranqi is sacrificing merit for luck, he has nothing to fear, but she is afraid.

As the conversation came to an end.

The Earl of Milford leaned on his cane and looked out the great door of the common room.

“No matter what, you guys have worked hard all the way over, rest more. Ms. Huberian your room is on the second floor, later I will let the family valet take you up, in addition Mishoula that child heard that you are coming today, I’m afraid that she has already waited near her room.”

Earl Milford said to several clergymen of the Goddess of Fate Church.

When mentioning his daughter Mishoula, he slightly looked a bit helpless.

“It’s alright, I’m Mishoula’s cousin now, and I’ll take care of her as a righteous sister when we go to the imperial capital Helm, don’t worry, Earl.”

Huberian stood up and bowed again to the Earl of Milford, the facilitator of their church.

“Thank you, Miss Huberian.”

With a slight nod, the Earl of Milford touched the bronze lamp to disarm the soundproofing magic, and led several people out of the common room.

Opening the door, they saw a stewardess in a dark blue uniform with gleaming silver and white buttons standing and waiting at the far other end of the mansion’s corridor.

She bowed slightly to the group, and after Earl Milford noticed its, he turned back to Huberian and said, “As it happens, the stewardess in charge of Myrcula’s care is here, and she will show you to your room.”

Huberian nodded, and after a little chat with the Earl of Milford and the three clergymen, said a short goodbye and walked over.

The Steward saw Huberian and bowed slightly, saying in a tone filled with respect, “Please follow me, Miss Miriam.”

……

In the hallway, wall sconces cast a soft yellow light that made the stone-carved walls even more ancient and historic, and at intervals there were dark, carved wooden doors of a very different style, with the occasional subtle light coming through the cracks.

The stewardess walked ahead of her, her gait steady, not too fast, not too slow, guiding Huberian comfortably enough to be able to keep up with her.

It wasn’t until they made their way down the stairs to the second floor that they finally spotted a figure standing in the distance at the end of the wide second floor hallway.

She was slender, with skin as fair as snow, and her long blonde hair was skillfully braided into a demure bun, on which she wore two crystalline jewels, while her hands, which were clad in translucent white gloves, rested silently in front of her.

Approaching a little closer, the young girl looked at herself as well.

A meeting of eyes would reveal that the young girl’s eyes were bright, but the pupils of her eyes were a bit on the vertical side, and the tips of her ears were slightly longer than normal.

Huberian was familiar with such features.

The girl waiting for her must be the Earl of Milford’s daughter, Myrcella, who might have a little bit of demonic blood, but at most she was only one-eighth mixed, or one-sixteenth mixed, and her demonic features were far less obvious than those of the half-demon in Huberian’s disguise.

It was said that in the Protoss Empire, there were not many people with trace amounts of demon blood like that.

It was true that the bloodline of the demon race tended to bring about stronger magical talent than that of an ordinary human, but it was also possible that the character of the demon race could become extreme.

In the Protoss Empire, an environment where the demon race already receives a hostile upbringing, it is even more likely that they will gradually find it difficult to get along with others.

The young girl just waited quietly until Huberian approached, without saying a word.

“Miss Mishoula, I am Miriam who will be staying here from today.”

Huberian introduced herself to her in a friendly manner.

Myrcula looked Huberian up and down with her eyes.

“Are you my sister?”

Mishoula looked a little disappointed and moved away from her slightly more aloof gaze.

“!”

Huberian’s heart fluttered.

The familiarity brought back memories of her old home, Icherite.

Since her father’s disappearance, the people who usually looked down on her but didn’t dare to show it had expressed their ill will towards her as if they had become more aggressive, making her realize the impermanence of the human heart.

After coming to the Northern Continent, she finally encountered people who were not too kind to her.

“Come with me.”

Mishoula dropped the words with a cold face and walked herself into Huberian’s room, she seemed to have already taken the liberty of going into the guest room where Huberian would be staying.

“……”

Huberian said nothing and followed stiffly.

She had promised the Earl of Milford that she would look after Myrcula.

Even if Myrcula was capricious, she herself would give in to her.

She had long ago grown accustomed to forbearance in those days in Ichorite.

Huberian passed through the door of the room that had been opened, and the interior was just as elegant and luxurious as the lounge, with a large bed in the center covered with a silk quilt embroidered with classical Imperial patterns, and along one side of the wall a long, spacious table that was integrated with the cabinet and cotton padded pillowed seating with an assortment of living magical wizards.

At the same time, Myrcella’s voice once again sounded before Huberian.

“Obviously so beautiful, don’t let others underestimate our Milford family, an Earl’s Lady should behave like an Earl’s Lady.”

Mishoula said as she still looked at Huberian without a half smile on her face.

Only on the sofa behind Myrcula lay several store-brand new gift boxes containing what appeared to be some winter clothes and jewelry unique to the Milford Collar Jewelers.

“Is this …… for me?”

Huberian wasn’t quite sure for a moment, her lips parting slightly in surprise as she pointed to the gifts.

“I didn’t get you more than one; I was afraid you wouldn’t like them.”

Seeing Huberian’s hesitation, Myrcella nodded her head in confirmation.

“Thank you, Mishoula ……”

Huberian was surprised with a hint of emotion.

She suddenly felt the similarity between Myrcula and Earl Milford.

“Rules must be obeyed in our house, and if you feel there is a problem with the rules, you can bring it up and we can all meet and negotiate together.”

Myrcella said to Huberian when she saw that she didn’t seem so nervous anymore.

“Good.”

Huberian listened patiently as Myrcula said reasonable things in a lecturing manner. “We eat at six p.m. in our house, so don’t be late or father and mother and I will wait for you to arrive before we start eating.”

Myrcella continued to lecture Huberian about the rules of their house.

“…… Okay.”

Huberian searched for a moment, it turned out that the consequence of being late was that the whole family would be waiting for them.

“Also we are not allowed to discriminate against people with demonic blood in our family, either to the servants in the house or to mother and I.”

After Mishoula finished her sentence, she thought for a moment and then nodded, meaning there were basically no other rules.

“Understood.”

Huberian nodded.

It didn’t make sense that she would discriminate against demons, and the Milfords had unexpectedly fewer rules than she’d expected.

Now that she had used the ancient Demon World technology [Change Art: Human] that she had gotten from the Purgatory Cloisters Academy back when she was with Ranch, even the Empire couldn’t check that she was half-Demon, when in fact, in the Protoss Empire, it was a capital offense to disguise one’s race in such a way.

Huberian wasn’t able to confess to Myrcula that she was actually half-demon, and in Myrcula’s eyes, Huberian was just a pure human.

Mishoula averted her eyes again when she saw how readily Hyperion answered.

“It’s a good thing you’ll only be in this house for a week.”

She muttered to herself with a slight frown on her brow.

“……”

Hubertarian’s newly warmed heart cooled halfway again.

Surely, she was going to be disliked and ostracized by her, an outsider who had suddenly arrived in the Mishoula household.

However Mishoula looked around Huberian’s room.

“This room is also too small, father really, even gave you a guest room …… But we’re going to Helm in a week, so you can just make do.”

Mishoula grumbled out of the corner of her mouth, clearly displeased with her father’s arrangement.

“……”

Huberian’s eyes sank a little, she hadn’t even had a righteous sister who had been so kind to her when she was a duchess in Icrypte.

Instead, when she came to the Northern Continent and became a Magus without a noble status, she was always feeling all kinds of warmth.

Mishoula was a good child, it was that she probably had a bit of a problem expressing herself because of that unsmiling look her father always had.

All in all they Milford family are good people.

“Don’t embarrass me when you go to the Imperial Capital.”

Myrcella said as she gazed at Huberian’s slightly fragile appearance.

“Uh-huh.”

Hyperion just responded softly this time.

“We Milfords, if we are picked on, we must return the favor, and if anyone dares to bully you, call me.”

“No shame” turned out to mean that you must fight back if you are bullied.

Huberlyne was getting a little more confused about what she meant by Mishuara.

Even though Mishuara was only a second rank, she obviously had the prestige of a countess at Proteus Academy.

This feeling of being taken care of made Huberian couldn’t help but think of the time when she first enrolled in Ichorite Academy.

Back then, everyone was unfriendly to them, and there were even people who actively came to trouble them and were annoying.

But in the past, there was also a person in Ichorite Academy who had always covered himself ……

Would it be the same if he was at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy?

“……”

Huberian shook her head, ending her fantasy time.

“Don’t worry Myrcella, I’m strong.”

Huberian said with a confident grin as she looked at Myrcula.

She had first followed Ranch for a semester of training, been taught by Tata, and received over a month of special training from the Ice Witch, and now she was a different person than she was at the very beginning when she was enrolled and had to be bullied.

“I’m relieved then. Anyway, when you meet someone who owes you a favor, you should beat them up, it’s not like our family can’t afford to pay for it, so don’t be afraid to get your father in trouble.”

Mishoula said with a nod.

Although she was not good at expressing herself, she had a unique gift of emotional communication, and was able to sense that this sister of hers was a very pure person, and was afraid that she would be bullied if she went to that materialistic place in Helm, where the hearts of the people were cold and heartless.

There seemed to be a moment of silence between the two because they had finished saying what they should have said in greeting.

Mishoula’s face remained half-expressive, making it difficult for Huberian to gauge her state of mood and what she was trying to convey.

“By the way, Mishoula have you ever heard of a man named Loki?”

Hyperion inquired tentatively.

She had been hung up on this for a long time.

She had wanted to wait until the next time she saw the Earl of Milford to ask him about it alone; she was reluctant to let the three Godheads know about Ranch’s presence and alias and whereabouts in the North Continent, and the condition of those three should never deteriorate any further.

Now it was just time to ask Myrcula, she had been to the imperial capital of Helheim many times and probably knew more about the situation in the south.

“Loki? Never heard of him, what’s his relationship to you, does he have any characteristics, do you need me to help you find him?”

Myrcella asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow.

Huberian shook her head and waved her hand straight in the face of Mishoula’s icy yet incredibly passionate question.

“It’s a friend I’ve been separated from for a long time, I’ll look for him when we get to the Imperial Capital.”

She was a million percent relieved to hear Mishoula’s answer.

Huberly reassured herself that it seemed Ranch had indeed not made a name for himself in the Northwest Province, so that was good.

Although there was still a lag between the Northwest Province and the Imperial city of Helm because of the news blockade in the north, at least Ranch hadn’t become famous in the Imperial city or in the south a month or so ago.

“It’s fine, I know someone from the Helom Broadcasting Company, we’ll make a big deal of sending out a missing person’s notice, we’ll be able to find him for sure.”

Mishoula didn’t know exactly what kind of person the man her cousin was hung up on was, but as long as he was in the Protoss Empire, there was bound to be a way to find him by the time they got to the Imperial Capital Helm.

“I’ll see what your vision is like then, sister.”

Mishoula looked at Huberian with this reaction and felt that that was the right person that her sister had in mind.

If one wanted to marry their Milford family daughter, it had to be a man who had accomplished something in the empire, with motivation, career and talent.

She would help her sister keep a good eye on her.

“Mishoula you seem to have misunderstood something ……?”

Huberian was having a hard time reading Mishoula’s subtle expressions.

But she also couldn’t give Mishoula a felicitous story of her and Ranch’s time in the Southern Continent.

Huberian wondered why, though.

After coming to the northern continent, the people and things she met were filled with emotion and beauty.

Huberian could only release a sigh of relief and look to the other side of the wide room.

It was still drizzling outside the window, as if it were the lyre of time, and in this quiet and cozy room she looked through the glass at the dappled lights in the rainy mist of the courtyard.

The ordinary, uninteresting landscape took on a new feeling.

Everything was just right, and it was one who was inspired from the heart.

Even if the future of the imperial capital Helm is full of unknowns and dangers, Huberian feels full of strength.

Looking forward, after everything is over.

The moment when she would meet him again.

(End of chapter)