Reception room.
Aililan and Chief Judge Valentina were having a delightful conversation. The right to judge civilians in Atester City was finally within their grasp.
Maybe Valentina’s impression of Aililan was just too good! Chief Judge Valentina even sent her most prized student, Florala, to assist Aililan.
Looking over Florala’s profile.
Her resume was truly impressive.
Florala graduated from the Law Department of the Supreme Sacred Academy in the Holy Land, not only as the top student of her year, but also thoroughly versed in the Church’s Code, and proficient in the laws of many nations.
It’s just that her stern face, looking a bit x-cold and indifferent, gave Aililan the feeling of facing a high school teacher with a hormone imbalance.
“Um~”
Aililan frowned hesitantly and asked, “Miss Florala, right? What are your thoughts on the Tribunal?”
Florala nodded slightly, paused to consider, then answered, “Your idea is good, but to be frank, implementing it would be extremely difficult.”
“Why?” Aililan asked.
“The main issue lies in the fact that under the Church, there is no Civil Code dedicated to the people, and the Tribunal isn’t applicable to civilians.”
“Florala, do you have any ideas?”
“Not at the moment.”
Aililan thought for a moment, then said slowly, “Let me give you a suggestion. I heard you’re proficient in the laws of various nations, so why not refer to them and compile a Civil Code suited to our Church? What do you think?”
Florala’s stern expression rippled with surprise, her voice uncertain as she asked, “Are you saying, you want me to draft a Civil Code for civilians?”
Aililan smiled faintly and said, “Is there a problem? Or do you think it’s too much work, that you can’t handle it?”
Florala immediately retorted, “It’s not that, I… I just wonder, am I really qualified to write a Code?”
“Why would you think you’re not qualified?”
Florala: “I…”
Aililan patted her on the shoulder and lowered her voice. “Anyway, do your best! The Code you’re in charge of compiling will, for now, only be piloted in Atester. If it works well, it may be implemented throughout the Holy Land. As long as the Church endures, your name will shine in the Legendary Chronicle, and everyone studying the Code will have to remember you.”
“Also, one more piece of advice: when drafting the Civil Code, if any article conflicts with the Church’s Code of the Tribunal, then the Tribunal’s Code takes precedence.”
“I’m not saying your ordinances are bad.”
“It’s just that before the Civil Code is fully rolled out, there’s no need to create unnecessary obstacles.”
“If you feel the workload is too much, you can find like-minded people to work with you.”
“Just come up with a draft that can be applied to Atester City as soon as possible.”
“Lastly.”
“Good luck!”
Aililan waved her hand.
Soon, she left with her entourage.
Florala remained rooted to the spot, dazed, for the blueprint Aililan had painted was simply too grand—and too alluring.
Even if it was a pie in the sky, one so big you could choke on it, a ripple of longing and excitement still appeared on Florala’s somewhat x-cold face.
Just the thought of having her name go down in history.
Just the thought of being listed as a Legendary Lawgiver in books.
That alone was enough to drive many scholars mad—how could she possibly remain unmoved?
“I…”
“Can I really do it?”
Florala glanced once more at Aililan’s departing figure, bit her lip, and said resolutely, “Whether I can or not, I’ll just do it first and see.”
Unbeknownst to her.
Aililan was secretly laughing.
Driving the cattle and horses, painting them grand visions, making them work themselves to death for such things—though there was a sense of guilt, it really did feel wonderful to shove work onto someone else!
Just after stepping out the door, Aililan ran into Fina Nisi. By her side stood Vice-captain Pella, the one with the golden hair like Feng Aotian. Pella’s face was pale; it wasn’t hard to imagine what she’d gone through last night.
Aililan gave a slight smile.
Then nodded politely.
That counted as a greeting. Without another word, she turned and left, for she felt there was nothing to say to this golden-haired Feng Aotian.
However, Fina Nisi stared intently at the girl’s back for a long moment before a playful smile flickered across her lips. She muttered in a low voice, “Such a haughty Saintess! But unfortunately, your secret has already been discovered by me!”
Last night, she had snuck into Aililan’s room.
Fina Nisi was furious she hadn’t gotten her hands on Aililan.
Upon returning, she had vented her anger thoroughly on Pella. If Pella weren’t forcing herself, she probably wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed!
The more Fina Nisi thought about it afterward, the stranger she felt. “Who would have thought that our pure and holy Saint of Chastity, the one dreamed of in your *dream, would turn out to be another Saintess?” At this, Fina Nisi felt both irritable and extremely excited. She figured this was leverage over Aililan, wasn’t it?
Though it was despicable to threaten someone with such leverage, Fina Nisi wouldn’t mind using it on that cute Saintess when necessary.
She could already picture it: Aililan, under her coercion, helplessly agreeing to all sorts of requests, eventually reduced to being just like Pella, someone she could do with as she pleased.
“Grandmaster, I’m not feeling well…” came Pella’s weak voice from beside her. She occasionally rubbed her stomach, clearly in pain.
“If you’re unwell, then bear with it.”
“But I…”
“Pella, do you not love me anymore?”
“No, that’s not it, I love Grandmaster most! I’d do anything for you.”
“So what should you do now?” A cold light flashed in Fina Nisi’s eyes, her tone icy.
“I understand. I’ll endure.” Pella forced a smile onto her pallid face as she responded.
Afternoon.
It was Aililan’s tea time.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t in the mood for tea. As soon as the afternoon came, she took people to wander the Slums again.
This time, the Twelve Knights did not obstruct her. They were in the process of clearing out the remaining gangs in the Slums one by one.
Last night, some thieves had taken advantage of the chaos, burning many houses and injuring people.
“The Holy Light will protect you.”
Aililan cast a Healing Spell, treating the wounded to ease their pain.
Not far away, the blind girl Theresa felt the gentle wave of Holy Light. She knew that the girl who had suddenly entered her lonely world was now healing the people of the Slums.
Theresa could not see the girl who wielded the power of Light, but she imagined that girl must be beautiful!
Beautiful like a ray of light.
Illuminating Theresa’s world.