Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 429 - 368: A Good Dream

Sang Luo doubted that a young Minos would remember an insignificant person like her after hundreds, let alone thousands, of years.

For a child, especially a noble Saint Heir, it wouldn’t take years—perhaps only a few months, or even days. He could wake up one morning and forget she ever existed. There was no need to be overly concerned about revealing her true face.

"You... you are..." the boy stammered, looking at her, unable to form a complete sentence.

Sang Luo guessed what the boy was wary of. Her appearance was far too unique in the eyes of an Angel. She smiled and explained, "Rest assured, Saint Son. I’m not a Fallen Angel, and I won’t hurt you. If you don’t believe me, you can test me with your Angel Divine Light. That’s what Fallen Angels fear most."

Minos pressed his lips together, swallowed back his words, and said no more.

Sang Luo finished heating the medicinal soup, which had grown a little cold, and brought it to him to drink.

This time, Minos didn’t refuse. He quietly drank all the medicine.

Sang Luo took the empty medicine bowl from his hand, bowed, and turned to leave.

A faint, fleeting fragrance, barely there, brushed past his nose. It was a lovely scent. The boy stole a glance toward the doorway.

After her figure disappeared around the corner, he buried his head back into the soft, snow-white bedding, covering half his face and leaving only his beautiful, azure eyes visible. Then, he slowly closed them.

...

In the middle of the night, the Little Saint Son’s fever spiked again, which ran the Holy Palace’s doctors ragged.

For the entire night, no one dared to close their eyes until the Young Master’s condition was finally stabilized.

Sang Luo and a few other attendants personally cared for the unconscious Minos.

She brought a basin of warm water, soaked a clean towel in it, and placed it on his forehead.

The boy, tormented by his illness, had long, thick eyelashes dampened with tears. They trembled restlessly in his sleep, a truly pitiable sight.

Sang Luo’s gaze deepened slightly. She turned to the attendants beside her and said, "You’ve all been up the entire night. Go get some rest. The Young Master’s condition is under control, so nothing major should happen tonight. I’ll stay on duty and watch over the Young Master."

"What about you?"

"I slept for half the day, so I’m not tired."

"Alright then. You take the watch tonight. I’ll take it tomorrow. We’ll all take turns."

"Mm."

After the others had left, Sang Luo sat by the bed and took one of Minos’s slender, pale hands in hers.

A pale golden power flowed into his body, gradually soothing the restless energy within him.

Her heart had softened after all.

’Just helping him relieve some pain... It should be fine, right...?’

In his dazed state, Minos once again caught a whiff of that faint fragrance. They were closer this time, and he could smell it more clearly. It was a bit like lily of the valley...

He cracked his eyes open just a sliver. A figure gradually came into focus within his blurry vision.

’Is that the female servant?’

’Sh-she’s holding my hand...’

Minos wanted to pull his hand away and sharply rebuke her, but he couldn’t muster an ounce of strength.

Soon, he discovered that his body wasn’t rejecting her proximity, nor was he having any adverse reactions.

In the past, he had utterly detested being touched by others and, without exception, would have an allergic reaction.

’But it didn’t happen with her?’

’Why?’

The aura of the power emanating from her palm was also very familiar—so familiar that for a moment, he mistook it for his own origin power.

His body felt more comfortable and relaxed than it ever had before. As his mind wandered, he slowly closed his eyes again.

Sang Luo was so focused that she didn’t notice the boy had briefly woken up. Once she had soothed the restless energy in Minos’s body, she wiped the nervous sweat from her forehead and looked at the boy’s peaceful, sleeping face.

His cheeks had regained a healthy, rosy color, and his breathing was soft and shallow. He would surely have sweet dreams tonight.

Sang Luo tucked him in, and the next second, she appeared on the palace roof.

「Night fell.」

Most people in the palace had retired, leaving only the guards on watch.

She headed for the place where the Saint Ancestor was in seclusion.

Outsiders couldn’t get in; many guards were stationed outside.

Sang Luo pretended to be a new member of the changing guard and struck up a conversation with two guards. "...How many years has the Saint Ancestor been in seclusion? Has there been any word on when he’ll emerge?"

"How would we know about the Saint Ancestor’s affairs?" the earnest-looking guard said, shaking his head. "We just need to do our jobs."

"I’ve been in the palace for about ten years," the other guard said, "and I’ve never once seen the legendary Saint Ancestor."

An older guard walked over, happened to overhear their idle chatter, and chimed in, "I was lucky enough to see the Saint Ancestor once, back in the day! What a presence! Even the Holy Monarch has to bow and defer to him!"

The earnest-looking guard was surprised. "Isn’t the Holy Monarch the one in charge of the Holy Hall? Why would he have to be so deferential to the Saint Ancestor?"

The old guard’s tone was meaningful. "You newcomers have seen too little. The true master of the Holy Hall is the Saint Ancestor."

"It’s only because the Saint Ancestor is in seclusion year-round that the position of Holy Monarch was established."

"I remember the last time the Saint Ancestor came out of seclusion was when the Little Saint Son was born. Not long after, the Saint Son’s mother passed away. The official story was that she died from complications giving birth to a Divine Angel, and her subsequent treatment and recovery weren’t enough to save her. But back then, I clearly saw..."

Sang Luo and the two young guards listened with bated breath.

The old guard seemed to have touched on a taboo and didn’t dare continue.

Only after Sang Luo flattered him a bit did he finally relent and divulge what he had seen and heard back then.

"After the Saint Ancestor emerged from seclusion, he met with the Late Saintess alone. Fierce arguing was heard from the palace back then. I heard the Late Saint Monarch wanted to fight for custody of the Saint Son, but the Late Saintess vehemently refused."

"The very next morning, news came that the Holy Queen had passed away... Don’t you dare spread this around. Just pretend you didn’t hear anything today. I’m just spouting nonsense!"

The old guard shook his head and walked away.

The true inside story was unknown, but over the years, there had been no shortage of suspicion among the lower ranks. No one dared to voice it, that was all.

Sang Luo frowned. "Is what that veteran guard said true?"

"There’s not much excitement in the palace on a normal day. It’s dreadfully boring, so people love to gossip. Who knows if what he said is true or false?" the earnest guard said with a shake of his head.

The other guard hesitated, then said, "But I’ve heard another rumor that seems to connect to it."

No matter where you are, gossip is human nature. That, combined with Sang Luo intentionally prying for information, really got a lot out of these guards.

"After the Late Saintess died, the Late Saint Monarch forced his way into the Saint Ancestor’s seclusion grounds alone. Half a month later, he died of despair... I heard he was covered in blood when he came out of the seclusion grounds back then. Do you think the two of them fought over it?"

"It’s possible."

"With both the Late Saintess and the Late Saint Monarch dead, who is the Little Saint Son in the care of now? The current Holy Monarch?" A bad feeling rose in Sang Luo’s heart.

Minos’s parents died far too young. Although a Divine Angel is powerful, they have little ability to protect themselves when young. And with his body being so weak, he could easily be targeted by those with malicious intent—a prize to be carved up—or suffer mistreatment in the palace, such as abuse from the servants. Under such circumstances, the Holy Hall would normally find another guardian for the young Saint Heir. Even a guardian in name only could ensure he grows up safely.

"The current Holy Monarch has no intention of adopting the Saint Heir. It was the Saint Ancestor who kindly took him in, to raise him as his own." The guard noticeably hesitated on the word "kindly."

’So it’s true,’ Sang Luo thought.

The Saint Ancestor had his eyes on Minos from the very beginning.

’Minos’s Life Soul Bone wasn’t fully developed when he was young, which is why the Saint Ancestor hasn’t made his move yet. Keeping the boy close makes it much more convenient to strike!’

Sang Luo had used her power to examine Minos’s body. His Life Soul Bone was almost fully developed. The day the Saint Ancestor emerged from seclusion was likely drawing near.