The Oblivious Saint Can't Contain Her Power: Forget My Sister! Turns Out I Was the Real Saint All Along! Volume 1 [Parts 1 to 6] by Almond

Author:Almond
Language: eng
Format: epub

After lunch, I traveled to the Pyreborn headquarters with Owen as my dutiful escort. The journey itself was utterly unremarkable—just a simple walk across the royal castle grounds. The Pyreborn, like all of the Empire’s esteemed chivalric orders, had their base of operations on the premises. Perhaps this way they would be always at the ready should an urgent call to arms arise.

As we strolled along the connecting colonnade to our destination, my curiosity caused me to survey our surroundings with eager eyes. The headquarters, stark in its austerity, stood in contrast to the grandiose expectations one might hold for a knightly order of such renown.

My inquisitive gaze did not go unnoticed by Owen, who let out another of his hearty laughs. “That bad, huh?” he chortled. “Sorry to disappoint, but this is it. If you were expecting something more glamorous, then unluckily for you, our commander isn’t that kind of guy. But if it’s finery you’re after, perhaps I could interest Your Ladyship in another knightly order?” he added in a mocking lilt.

I quietly nodded in acknowledgement at Owen’s unorthodox explanation. Such plainness did indeed feel befitting of Prince Edward. Even as we crossed into the entry hall, the part of the building meant to leave a first impression upon guests from both within the castle and without, not a vase nor a painting could be found adorning its barren interior. “This is Prince Edward’s doing? I can’t say I’m surprised,” I murmured.

“Right?” Owen quipped with a quick grin. “That man cares so little for appearances you almost gotta respect him for it. ‘No level of opulence will change the fact that we are knights. What is required of us is strength, and strength alone.’” His impression of the Prince’s voice was crude but immediately recognizable. “That’s a direct quote, by the way; says it every time the topic of renovation is brought up. Pretty odd for a royal, don’t you think?”

I blinked in surprise. For a royal...? Setting aside the fact that Owen clearly meant this as a compliment, taken out of context, that could be construed as quite the dangerous thing to say. While I had no objections to his casual manner of speaking, this was the royal castle. Here, even a trivial misstep could be one’s last. I felt compelled to offer a gentle corrective before his words could truly land him in hot water. “Be mindful of your words, Owen. A scornful dismissal of something as being ‘for a royal’ is not an appropriate statement for you to make. What if someone heard you just now?”

To my surprise, my caution was met not with gratitude, but instead with a petulant look of defiance. “Do you really think I’d just go around saying that anywhere? Come on, this is Pyreborn HQ. No one here’s gonna get their knickers in a twist over a few words.”

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and if this common wisdom was indeed true, then I feared I may have just inadvertently laid another brick on that infamous path.

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