Another World Witch Training Manual

089. Meeting with Bermelt

The Golden Glory Royal Family has existed for nearly a thousand years since its founding.

The entire Golden Palace occupies half of the royal city, with carved railings and jade steps, gardens and candlesticks, and castles of varying heights and sizes. Its grandeur is in no way inferior to Chang'an during the Tang Dynasty.

However, the Golden Palace is a typical Western-style pointed castle. If we had to say what similarities there are, it would probably be that there are entrances to the palace in all four directions: east, west, south, and north.

Xinlai entered the palace and sat in the carriage, listening to the birdsong and fragrance of flowers behind the cold white walls.

Sinlai had actually instructed a servant to go to his father, King Bermelt, before Alaya left, and to request that Bermelt be allowed to see him.

It wasn't that Bermilt didn't want to see Sinlai, but rather that Bermilt was in poor health. He was already at his limit in his daily life, able to discuss state affairs with the royal courtiers and handle the factional struggle between Simeon and Garund, let alone be distracted by his youngest son.

At the time, Sinley was attacked by a fallen spirit, but Bermelt did not necessarily summon Sinley; he only interrogated Gordon.

Fortunately, this time Bermelt seemed to have something to tell Sinley and agreed to Sinley's request.

His carriage quickly stopped in front of the tallest tower in the entire palace. Before he even got out of the carriage, he could already feel dozens of seemingly ordinary but actually mysterious magical fluctuations around him.

These people not in the public eye could be protecting King Bermelt, or they could be planted by a prince or courtier to monitor Bermelt...

In short, on both sides of the hundreds of steps, a neat row of guards holding longswords and spears and wearing heavy armor stood, each of them appearing to be at least level 40.

This is the last line of defense protecting the Lion of Asgard. Each guard is an elite among elites, selected from those who have fought on the battlefield for years. In a one-on-one fight, if Sinlai didn't have the support of almost infinite magic power within him, he probably wouldn't last a minute.

"Your Highness, the King is already waiting for you in the palace."

The servant who was responsible for relaying the message bowed respectfully and spoke.

"Okay, lead the way."

Trusting her father and the security measures of the entire palace, Sinley entered Bermelt's bedchamber alone.

Of course, you have to walk a few more steps, going up a spiral staircase and through several security checks.

After the final security check, Xin Lai straightened her clothes, stood in front of the two huge, thick, solid wood doors with carved reliefs, controlled her facial expression, and then walked steadily inside.

Two rows of large pillars stand tall, adorned with numerous lifelike bas-reliefs.

The gold-edged goose down carpet extends to the farthest point, symbolizing the throne of supreme power.

On the throne, a majestic white-bearded old man wore a crown inlaid with rubies. He was old, with prominent veins, and his hands, covered with age spots, rested on the armrests. Those hands, though still awe-inspiring, were full of the fierceness and imposing presence of a lion.

When Bermelt saw Sinlai slowly walk up the stairs to the throne, kneel on one knee, place her right hand on her left breast, and nod slightly, a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

"Father."

"Um."

Because they were in the bedroom, the formalities between the two were much less restrictive.

Although the atmosphere remained somewhat distant, the blood ties between relatives prevented the situation from becoming too tense.

"Did you have a good time attending the Tanstin family's masquerade ball in Guna?"

Xinlai's pupils contracted slightly, then she nodded, "Yes, Father, but when I left, I witnessed something I shouldn't have."

"Oh?"

Bermelt's hoarse, yet undeniably aged voice rang out.

Tell me about it.

Sinley got up, walked to a cushion, sat cross-legged, and then told the story of Kobock and his wife.

Bermelt listened quietly, without speaking or moving, and when he finished, he simply let out a soft sigh.

"Hmm... I heard you went with my dear daughter-in-law?"

"Why didn't you bring her with you when you came to see me?"

Bermelt's voice softened considerably, and when he said "daughter-in-law," there was even a hint of excitement and curiosity in it.

Sinley knew that Bermelt would ask about Eve, so she quickly explained:

"After returning from the city of Guna, the lady felt unwell and rested in the castle."

"Hmph, I think you're something else..." Bermelt drew out the last syllable, his tone dropping, then adding a teasing undertone:

"Your older brother's weddings these days are at least forty or thirty years old. Since you're treating her like your wife, why don't you have a grand wedding of your own?"

"Does our Golden Glory Royal Family lack the face to do this?"

The king is like this... as he spoke, things started to get a little dangerous.

Xinlai shook her head. "Father, look at you, in such a hurry." He shrugged. "If I had the money for a wedding, I would have done it long ago."

Upon hearing this, Bermelt glared fiercely at Sinlai, "You brat, don't think your father doesn't know you've stolen several chests of gold from your second brother!!"

"!!"

Sinlai hadn't seen her father for a long time and almost forgot why Bermelt had become king.

In the Golden Glory Royal Family, military power, divine authority, the focus of court officials, all matters large and small throughout the country, and various important information are all things that the king must pay attention to.

Moreover, the capital city was right under his nose. If he couldn't even see the subtle tricks between his sons, then he would have been sitting on the throne for nothing.

"Father, please let me explain..."

Now that Bermelt knows about this, things are hard to say about other things.

Simeon's ambitions and Galundegan's affairs are probably well known.

To everyone's surprise, Bermelt waved his hand and said, "I know, no need to say more."

"..."

"Yes."

It seems that even as king, he was unwilling to see this happen.

"I've come to see you about this matter."

Bermilt's eyes flickered, and his tone became serious.

"Father knows you feel that I am biased," Bermelt said, rising shakily from his throne.

Seeing this, Sinley quickly got up and walked up the stairs to gently support Bermelt.

Bermelt looked at Sinlai with tenderness.

"Your talent is lacking, yet your father refuses to provide you with resources for cultivation. You have no power or influence in the court, yet your father forbids you from having any involvement with it."

Sinley helped Bermelt slowly walk down the stairs.

"But Father just doesn't want you involved..."

"..."

Sinley kept her head down and didn't say anything, but carefully supported Bermilt and watched his feet.

This man, who once reached the peak of his strength at the age of 35, has now hunched over and is even shorter than Xin Lai, with white hair and a weathered face.

"Your mother was Father's favorite wife. But after giving birth to you, she cruelly abandoned us and left this world first."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Xin Lai strangely found herself without any memories of her mother.

It's not about having "met" or "heard" someone's voice, but rather having no "related memories" at all.

This made Xinlai frown.