Chapter 95
“Is Aerta Arlez still alive?”
Zenoxius burst into cheerful laughter that spread across the inner courtyard. His black pupils glistened as they seemed to twinkle with glee.
The cassock he was wearing for the evening prayer session twisted due to his fit of laughter. The priests silently flattened out the creases on his shoulders, checked each cover button, and spread out the train of his robe that had become droopy. Zenoxius wore a benevolent smile on his face as he took a step forward. The priests followed right behind him, holding the hem of his train. His robes were made from fine patterned silk that would flow into a unique shape every time it moved. He engaged in leisurely conversation with the priest that was reporting to him as he walked toward the main prayer room.
“Actually, the situation has taken an interesting turn. It seems that he is genuinely in love with her.”
