Chapter 74: The Angel’s Holy Relic

The VIP reception room was at the top floor of the arena.

The room was twice as large as a private box.

Floor-to-ceiling windows faced the arena, and the glass was double-layered.

The cheers from outside were reduced to a low hum.

Precisely because it faced the arena, the Business Federation could conveniently observe the situation and conduct a “reasonable evaluation” of the matches.

Dark leather sofas were arranged in a circle, with a low table in the center.

Fruits and pastries were laid out on the table.

The Business Federation President sat on the sofa.

Emerick, a lean middle-aged canine, had his short dark gray hair combed back neatly.

He wore a dark blue suit with a tightly knotted tie, and silver cufflinks engraved with the Business Federation emblem.

The door opened.

Liliana walked in.

She still wore her sunglasses, and at first glance, she didn’t look like a president at all.

She walked over to the sofa, sat down, removed her sunglasses, and placed them on the low table.

Her green round pupils stared at the Business Federation President across from her.

“Why did Your Excellency come personally?”

The Business Federation President moved his coffee cup aside.

“What? Can’t I come to watch the match, meow?”

Liliana crossed one leg.

Her sandal dangled from her foot.

“No, no.”

The Business Federation President leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and interlocking his fingers.

“The Business Federation is willing to cover all expenses for your trip. Accommodation, meals, transportation—everything. All costs during your stay in Genitswa.”

“That won’t be necessary, meow.”

Liliana reached out and picked a grape from the low table.

She popped it into her mouth.

“I came to watch the match. I just finished my business anyway, meow.”

“One more thing.”

Her green round pupils stared straight at the Business Federation President.

“The Business Federation must also obey the law outside, you know, meow.”

The Business Federation President’s ears twitched.

His interlocked fingers remained still.

He looked at Liliana.

Liliana looked at him.

The reception room was very quiet.

The cheers from outside came through the double-layered glass.

The Business Federation President certainly knew what she meant:

Bring the money or be hanged from a lamppost—

Take your pick.

He didn’t speak.

His fingers remained interlocked, thumbs rubbing against each other.

Then he picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.

The coffee was probably cold by now;

His Adam’s apple moved.

“Of course.”

He set the cup down.

“The Business Federation has always abided by federal law.”

“Good, meow.”

Liliana stood up.

She picked up her sunglasses and put them back on.

She walked toward the door, but stopped halfway.

“Oh, right. The fruit was good, meow.”

The door closed.

The Business Federation President sat on the sofa.

The coffee in his cup had gone completely cold.

He stared at the tissue on the low table that held the grape skins and seeds.

After a moment, he reached out and tossed the tissue into the trash can.

The lounge door opened and closed again.

Viloseline walked in.

The black tea in her porcelain cup had gone cold.

She placed the cup on the round table.

Olivia followed behind her.

Viloseline sat down in an armchair and pointed to the chair across from her.

“Sit down.”

Olivia sat down, placing both feet on the edge of the chair and wrapping her arms around her knees.

Her silver-white hair spilled out from under the cat-ear hood and spread over her knees.

“Little girl. What’s your name?”

Viloseline picked up the porcelain cup, noticed it was cold, and set it down again.

“Olivia…”

Her voice came from behind her knees, muffled.

“What do you want to do when you grow up?”

Olivia didn’t answer immediately.

She stared at her toes.

The hem of her white skirt spread across the chair seat.

What did she want to do when she grew up? She really didn’t know.

Ever since she became Olivia, all she could think about each day was how to get enough to eat and just get through the day.

Back when she was in the Red Sun Group, she ate whatever the cafeteria served—

She could eat several plates of stewed potatoes and meat.

After becoming Olivia, she got hungry quickly, and most of the time her mind was occupied with what to eat next.

After meeting Victoria, she had a little bit of a goal.

But that was Victoria’s goal, not her own.

She was just being led around by the nose by that clock-headed hundred-winged angel.

“I don’t know.”

She buried her face deeper into her knees.

Viloseline watched her.

Her light golden pupils were still.

Then she picked up the cold black tea and took a sip.

“It’s okay. I was the same at your age.”

Olivia lifted her eyes from behind her knees.

“Then why did you become a knight, big sister?”

She dared to speak now.

Last time in the lounge during the interview, Zijiang held up a phone, and she had stood nearby and asked, “What are your thoughts on knights?”

After asking, she felt it was inappropriate.

But this time there was no livestream—

only Viloseline sitting across from her with a cup of cold black tea.

Online, it was said that Viloseline had a chaotic private life with many male servants underneath her.

But after her previous visit, she could see those were all rumors.

The poetry anthology in the lounge, the black tea in the porcelain cup, the plain biscuits, the napkin folded into a square.

Completely different from what was online.

Viloseline set the cup down.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the rim.

“When I was little, I once read in a book…”

Her voice slowed down.

“When the angel descended to the mortal world, it granted the ability to ride horses to Wolfgang.”

Her fingers moved from the rim of the cup and rested on the table.

“The angel bestowed a sacred relic upon the mortal world.”

She paused.

“As for where it is—everyone is looking for it.”

Her gaze shifted from the porcelain cup to the window.

The curtain was half-drawn, and the afternoon sunlight streamed in, painting a bright square on the carpet.

A knock at the door.

Two knocks.

Very soft.

Viloseline’s deer ears twitched.

“Little girl. Do you know anyone in the venue?”

She stood up from the armchair.

Her golden hair slid over her shoulders.

“Big sister might have to take my leave now.”

Olivia lowered her feet from the chair.

Her cat-ear hood was crooked again; she reached up to adjust it.

It was still crooked.

“The VIP box. Top floor. Sister Zijiang is there.”

Viloseline nodded.

She walked to the door, her hand on the doorknob, and turned her head to glance at Olivia.

Her light golden pupils paused on her face for a moment.

“Come play with big sister another time.”

The door opened.

Outside stood a cat-eared woman in a dark uniform, with a Business Federation badge pinned to her collar.

She glanced at Olivia, then nodded at Viloseline.

“Miss Viloseline. The match schedule is out. Tomorrow afternoon. Masiweiluo.”

“Understood.”