Who Spent the Night with the Tower Master (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 152

The moment the Grand Temple’s doors opened, onlookers swarmed in like a swarm of bees, completely surrounding the temple. Unusual scenes unfolded along the path leading to the temple entrance—beggars pleading before the procession of nobles striding with cultured grace, or stretching out hands clutching hats in hopes of receiving even a single gold coin.

Since this national ceremony required attendance from every noble holding a title, distinguished aristocrats appeared endlessly, and some, conscious of the watching eyes, continued acts of charity such as scattering gold coins to the beggars. Meanwhile, the gathered journalists diligently clicked their camera shutters, capturing the spectacle.

Amidst all this, Gibnen Lianster’s arrival stood out quite noticeably.

Dressed in a neat suit topped with a long coat and his hair neatly swept back, his attire clearly belonged to the refined sort, yet his appearance—so striking it seized attention—was the epitome of flamboyance. The man, entering the temple as if accustomed to the public’s interest, answered the unusually heavy barrage of questions—far more than last year—with kindness and without a trace of fatigue.

“I consider it a great honor that my wife has been selected as the Redemer. I believe and expect she will perform her role splendidly.”

“My wife’s selection as Redemer reflects solely Her Majesty the Empress’s personal will and has nothing to do with political maneuvering. Moreover, the rumor that I support His Highness the Seventh Prince’s claim to the throne is false. The Lianster family, as always, remains neutral, and I do not endorse any specific candidate for imperial succession.”

After exchanging a few polite questions and answers with a bright, courteous smile, he wiped all traces of amusement from his face the moment he stepped into the Grand Temple hall. Sak, who had been trailing behind, chuckled lightly at how swiftly Gibnen switched demeanor and tossed out a joke.

When asked if he should consider becoming an actor given his acting skills, Gibnen replied seriously, launching into an unnecessary monologue about how his dream was to resign as Archmage and travel the world with Riley, though he was currently holding back.

Having entered the Grand Temple hall, Gibnen hadn’t walked far before he had to don that polite smile once again—it was time to greet the many people who recognized him. Given the nature of the occasion, a considerable number of the nobles gathered at the temple were his long-standing clients.

Polite pleasantries followed. Since Riley was now presiding over the Grand Prayer Assembly as Redemer, their conversation naturally shifted toward the Archmage’s fiancée and soon-to-be wife. Everyone heaped praise upon Riley.

Those who once claimed the Archmage had finally gone mad and picked up something strange from outside now reversed their stance, eagerly singing Riley’s praises. Of course, however insincere it might be, hearing pleasant words was far better than unpleasant ones, so Gibnen did not dare refuse their compliments toward Riley.

Gibnen took his assigned seat.

Placed directly behind the imperial family’s reserved front row, it was unquestionably the best seat for keeping an eye on Riley.

“Thinking about watching my lady from here somehow makes me nervous.”

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