Melusine poked her head out and frowned slightly at the departing Amakusa Shirou. "Aslan, to be honest, I don't really like that child."
Even though Amakusa Shirou had lived in this world for over 60 or 70 years, this age of less than a hundred years was really not enough to be considered significant in their eyes. It wasn't even a fraction. Therefore, it was normal for the current Melusine to call the current Amakusa Shirou a child. Even Aslan was just a little brat who wasn't even a fraction of her age in his own dragon's eyes.
Aslan patted his dragon's head. "After all, he has lived in the human world for so long. Plus, for his own long-cherished wish and revenge, he has a lot on his mind. But it's okay. In essence, he's still a good kid who likes to stir up trouble."
Melusine nodded. This time, she didn't say much more. Anyway, it was just a few years. It wasn't as if she was going to spend a lifetime with this young priest.
Wait? A lifetime?
Melusine narrowed her eyes slightly, and then once again raised her guard. Although things had been much better these years, Melusine had not forgotten that Aslan seemed to be more prominent at attracting boys than girls. She might have to be careful that her Aslan's gaze wasn't noticed by this dark-skinned priest.
At this thought, a smile appeared on Melusine's face again. She hugged Aslan's arm even more intimately. At the same time, she silently thought in her heart that it would be better to have a little dragon with her Aslan sooner. This way, Aslan probably wouldn't be snatched away by anyone, right?
Aslan, of course, did not intend to stay in this war zone for too long. He was here for a vacation, not to participate in some war-torn period drama. It had to be said that the Church was indeed very concerned and attached great importance to Aslan. He had just made the decision to go on a trip, and the car arranged to take them from the war zone was already parked at the door.
The priest who came to pick up Aslan was very respectful to him. No matter what, Aslan was the Son of God of their church. Although he had not been officially canonized in real history, the people of the Church had just picked up a ready-made story for propaganda. In order to have more believers, they had added Aslan to their list of saints. But no matter what the process was, the result was that now all who believed in the Lord naturally believed that Aslan was their Son of God. At the same time, they also believed the stories passed down from generation to generation, the stories of Aslan expelling demons. The stories naturally also involved the Roman Emperor and the Scourge of God, Attila. Of course, these stories were fabricated by later generations.
However, they were still talked about with great relish. In the Church, or rather, among those who believed in Christianity, Aslan's name was still one of the more famous ones. After all, compared to the early days of Christianity, when anyone who was sacrificed could be called a saint, Aslan had at least left behind the ruins of a great city. Therefore, as long as one was a person who believed in the Lord, upon meeting Aslan, they had to address him as "Your Excellency."
Just after leaving the war zone and arriving at the airport, this Church member who had picked them up directly handed Aslan several black cards, guaranteeing that Estée Lauder—Aslan would not lack any money in all four seasons. It was just that he needed to return to the Church once a year, mainly to ensure that Aslan would not be tricked away by other organizations.
At the same time, after getting off the plane, there was naturally also a guide arranged for them.
She wore a red fleece hat on her head and a red overcoat. Under the overcoat was the Church's attire, which wrapped around her small body. At the same time, a red Shroud was hung around her neck. Black stockings, children's leather boots, and the ends of her white hair were slightly curled. A pair of golden eyes looked at everything with indifference.
"Caren Hortensia. I welcome Your Excellency's arrival here."
The little girl revealed a slight smile. Perhaps it was because in the stories, the Son of God Aslan was very caring towards children, the Church had also sent such a little girl to be their guide. As for why they sent such a girl, there was also a small reason. After all, to some extent, this was a pitiful child whose mother had died and whose father did not love her. If the Son of God Aslan was as recorded, he would surely feel pity for this little girl.
On the other hand, it was this little girl's constitution. This little girl's constitution was extremely attractive to demons. Following by Aslan's side could also allow this little girl to grow up more healthily.
Caren took out several grand hotel room cards. "Your Excellency must be tired from your journey. Let's rest for a day or two before we begin our journey into the new world."
Aslan nodded. Having just left the battlefield, his body was still full of the smell of dirt and smoke. Although he had not personally fired any artillery, the smell of gunpowder had already enveloped the entire war zone. After staying in such an environment for a long time, he had naturally also been stained with a lot of the smell of gunpowder. This wouldn't do. A journey should be taken lightly. After a day's rest to wash away all the smell of gunpowder and fatigue from his body, the next would be a long time of traveling with his own dragon.
Sitting in the private car heading to the hotel, the vehicle drove through the night. The modern neon lights shone into the car through the windows. This kind of beauty, unique to the modern era, this beauty created by humanity, had always deeply attracted Aslan. But before long, Aslan, who was sitting in the car, frowned slightly. Even the Church member who was driving couldn't help but speed up the car.
Melusine, based on her dragon's intuition, also discovered that the car they were in seemed to be targeted by something.
The young girl Caren, sitting in the passenger seat, turned her head and showed an apologetic expression to Aslan. "I'm very sorry, Your Excellency. Their target should be me."
This was Caren's first time in this city. The restless existences that could be called demons, which were originally hidden in the darkness of this city, had already begun to become active. Don't think that the fallen existences in a modern city are fewer than on a battlefield. At least in this world where capital flows freely, the conspiracies and malice triggered by human greed are definitely no less than on a battlefield. And unlike the more barbaric demons on the battlefield, the demons in the modern city world were better at using words to continuously confuse humans. It was really the difference between the violent faction and the elegant faction.
Aslan, in turn, raised an eyebrow. Were these guys unable to sense the holy power on him? But this was also good. If he took care of these many demons, the Church would have to give him some overtime pay, right?
"Drive the car to a place with no people. But remember to tell the Church later to put the overtime pay on my card."