Faust had indeed treated the envoy from the 【Sacred Alliance】 with considerable courtesy, though he had not gone to the station to meet her in person as he had for the imperial princess of the Second Empire.
However, the prince had still selected a formal outfit and ensured the ceremony was perfectly staged in the audience chamber.
Yet the Sanctuary envoy he treated with such solemnity was rather rude, kneeling the moment she saw him.
And this was not because she was overwhelmed by some regal aura, but rather a state... that was quite thought-provoking.
Helen's delicate body trembled violently, her soft, noble cheeks flushed a deep red.
She kept her long, shapely legs pressed together, her toes curled and gripping her sandals tightly, and it was a long while before she regained the ability to speak:
"Guh... why?"
She had uttered quite a pathetic line.
The court attendants were stunned, Faust was silent, and the Sanctuary monastics behind her immediately let out cries of shock:
"Sister Helen! What has happened to you? Why would you perform such an unseemly act?!"
Selena watched the scene and giggled behind her hand: "Pfft—"
Alkin was even more blunt: "Is she in heat?"
Only Viviana and Lola remained relatively calm, showing no reaction; they had never cared much about outsiders to begin with.
Fortunately, Helen's lapse did not last long. After a few breaths, the nun regained control of her body and stood up.
"O Sacred Deity, forgive my impropriety and ugliness..."
It had to be said, the mental fortitude of this Sanctuary envoy was strong; even after making a scene in public, she began to pray with her hands clasped without changing her expression.
But her tightly shut eyes and constantly trembling eyelashes indicated that she still harbored a desire not to face the facts.
After a while, Helen finally composed herself. Her beautiful eyes beneath the black veil dared not look directly at Faust as she said slowly:
"I have embarrassed you. I was truly... quite improper."
The nun spoke in stammers, her beautiful, cold, and alluring face flushed crimson.
"............"
The Sanctuary monastics were dumbfounded, some frozen like statues; others looked down to count the natural patterns on the floor tiles... in short, they needed to delete these incorrect memories from their brains as soon as possible.
It was impossible to talk like this. Seeing the atmosphere at the scene had stagnated, Faust had to speak up himself to break the awkward tension:
"May I ask, who might you be..."
Upon hearing this, Helen took a deep breath, folded her hands before her abdomen, and resumed an elegant and dignified posture, answering:
"You may call me Helen, an envoy from the Sanctuary."
Faust nodded: "So it is Sister Helen. Did you trip just now? You were truly too careless."
The prince felt the exit he had provided was quite decent. Although a trip on flat ground was a bit far-fetched, as long as everyone tacitly agreed to move past it, naturally no one would harp on Helen's embarrassment.
In this way, he could also seize the advantage in the negotiations and pave the way for joining the alliance.
However, Faust's rare, meticulous thinking did not get the expected response. The nun with the lustrous golden hair and lewd figure shook her head:
"No, I did not trip. Just now, I was... unable to help myself. I do not know the reason either. It seemed as if my body acted before my thoughts, almost by instinct."
Helen furrowed her beautiful brows, trying to find a reasonable explanation for her unfathomable behavior:
"It was as if I were paying homage..."
"How could that be?"
Before Faust could even speak, the Sanctuary monastics grew anxious. They looked at each other in surprise:
"Sister Helen is a noble with sacred blood. How could she bow to a worldly monarch? An ordinary son of man should be the one paying respects to her!"
The prince of Qingxi raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Sacred blood?"
The Sanctuary monastics explained excitedly: "Sister Helen inherited the monarch bloodline from the Golden Age; it is completely different from modern royalty!"
Under the hurried explanations of these monastics, Faust finally understood.
In the Golden Age of the sons of man, kingdoms were not as numerous as they were today, where any stray cat or dog could establish a nation after performing a meritorious deed.
At that time, only the Sacred Deity, and only those who received the gold blood bestowed by the Sacred Deity, could transcend into sainthood and establish the kingdoms of the sons of man on earth.
The founders of the Sanctuary were these holy kings of sacred blood. Although they were a religious organization, they were essentially no different from a theocracy. Those with pure sacred blood were the elite among the elite in the Sanctuary.
The few remaining individuals with sacred blood were the true masters of the Sanctuary.
If that was the case, then I understand what is going on.
Faust was a contractor of Mephistopheles. Although he had not been bestowed the gold blood of the Sacred Deity, he had long been steeped in its essence by Mephistopheles.
Of course, others would not be able to perceive it, but for those of sacred blood who had a perception of the "Sacred Deity," Faust could only be described as... reeking of it.
A man, with a certain scent.
If she were a descendant of the holy kings who had inherited the golden blood, she would indeed react to a "chosen one of the Sacred Deity" in the mortal realm, even if Helen herself did not understand this feeling.
After a moment of deep thought, Helen frowned:
"Prince Faust, are you also of sacred blood? Or perhaps a descendant of some ancient hero?"
Hm? That is a good idea. I think I can be!
Faust's spirit stirred. He chatted with Mephistopheles in his heart, then sighed lightly:
"Who knows? Perhaps. Because as is well known, I am not the biological son of the late king. As for where I came from, I have no way of knowing. If I had to say, I do remember a nursery rhyme from my childhood."
The prince cleared his throat and recited a poem in an extremely ethereal and light tone.
There were no lyrics, or rather, normal people could not grasp the meaning of the lyrics at all. Among those present, only Helen listened with rapt attention.
Viviana cast a sidelong glance at this; his childhood sweetheart naturally saw through the truth of Faust's words at a glance, but she merely blinked and said nothing.
"This is... the Hymn of the Sacred Deity!"
After Faust finished his recitation, a blush rose to Helen's beautiful cheeks, and she shook her head repeatedly:
"Then you might truly be a holy king descendant who has been drifting away. No... it must be so, otherwise I would not have had such an impulse!"
"Prince Faust... no, Brother Faust! You must come to the headquarters of the Sanctuary. Holy king descendants are so rare, and every brother and sister drifting outside is incredibly precious!"
To be fair, the nun was not making excuses for her previous impropriety; she truly felt this way.
Originally, those of sacred blood were people with golden blood flowing through their veins, but after such a long inheritance, the bloodline had been continuously diluted, and today the blood was no different from that of an ordinary person.
But the "Hymn of the Sacred Deity" was a special language passed down from the Golden Age, and only those with the talent of sacred blood could grasp its frequency.
"Is that so... this is truly unexpected."
Faust smiled and said: "However, whether it is true or not is of no importance. Let us discuss official business."
How could it not be of importance!
The Sanctuary monastics did not agree with Faust's indifference and shook their heads one after another. However, it was not good to continue digging into this matter, so the monastics had to suppress their curiosity for the time being.
Seeing this, Faust knew he had done the right thing.
The status of sacred blood in the Sanctuary was beyond doubt. Although Faust was not interested in the holy kings of the Golden Age—after all, the ancestors of those holy kings were his own contract fairies—if he could secure the title of sacred blood without exposing the existence of Mephistopheles, would he not be able to swim freely within the 【Sacred Alliance】?
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