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Chapter 604: Chapter 20 Drost’s Past Chapter 604: Chapter 20 Drost’s Past “Mr.

Diomedes!”
When the solemn elf with the square face heard Aiwass’s voice, he thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.

It was only after he turned around that he resignedly confirmed that it was indeed Aiwass walking toward him.

“Archbishop Your Excellency, what is this—”
For a moment, a flicker of anger sparked in Diomedes’s heart.

—I made it clear to you, “Do not go out, do not go out, do not go out”!

Why would you still go out in broad daylight, and even come directly to me!

This was practically a hint to Moriarty father and son, informing them that “Charles Drost plans to silence Aiwass,” warning Aiwass not to give him a reason during this time…

No, that was no longer a hint.

It was an outright declaration!

They had agreed so readily!

If something really needed their attention, couldn’t that old man Oswald come to me instead?

He was not familiar with Aiwass.

The reason he would pass on messages was due to his disdain for Minister Drost and also because of his many years of friendship with Oswald.

The two were members of the same Papal Guard graduation class and also childhood friends who had been stationed in a foreign land together for a full four hundred years.

Out of all the Guardian Spirits in the Papal Guard, only the two of them had known each other before being assigned.

If one of them had been a female elf, by now they would probably even have great-grandchildren.

Diomedes was fairly certain that Aiwass was safe as long as he stayed at home.

Even if the Star Antimony people took complete control of Avalon, Drost would most likely not dare lay a finger on him.

Charles was someone Diomedes had watched over since his childhood; he knew his character well.

The man had become a coward.

He had developed an inertia for endurance, and he would not make a move unless he was sure.

—This was completely opposite to how Charles had been in the past.

Diomedes thought to himself.

Back when Diomedes was sent by the Pope to guard the bloodline of Dagonet in Avalon, he was but a frail and timid boy.

Charles had just been born, and he wasn’t as old as now either.

Charles had been most likable when he was a teenager in his teens.

Back then, he was optimistic, cheerful, and sociable.

His features were pronounced, his demeanor noble, speech clear and forceful, always wearing a smile, and never discouraged by setbacks.

At most, he would sulk by himself for a while and then smile again, pumping himself up and rebounding.

During that time, Diomedes often felt melancholic.

Because then, his partner in Avalon had passed away.

He had known him when he was still a student, and back when Diomedes, still a handsome uncle, grew older looking as the other aged and died.

His will had been sapped for a long while, and he would silently flip through old photos whenever he was idle.

Those years were when he aged the most rapidly.

It was by observing the youth Charles, who always encouraged himself after failures, that Diomedes gradually recovered.

So Diomedes once held Charles in high regard.

The teenage Charles could be described as the heartthrob of the masses.

He tied his flaxen curly hair into a ponytail.

He played cricket, soccer, and even specifically trained in horse riding aiming for polo.

His academic performance was not bad either; by sophomore year, he had become a second power level Legal Mage.

Coupled with the background of a Founding Family and his outgoing, fiery nature, he had numerous girlfriends during his university days, the quickest of which he would change three in a week.

Although a Legal Mage, Charles was always keen on exercising.@@novelbin@@

He woke up at five every morning for workouts.

Even though he was a playboy, he neither drank alcohol nor stayed up late, his interests being sports, gourmet food, and women—things that brought him pleasure.

When he inherited the position of family head, he was only thirty-eight years old.

By then, he had reached the fourth power level, had become the Minister of Commerce, and was hailed as one of the Transcendents most likely to touch the fifth power level.

He was also married for many years, and his wife had borne him three children.

The eldest was even close to adulthood.

But from that point on…

for some unknown reason, he suddenly started drinking.

And it led to alcoholism.

Long before becoming a minister, when he was a specially-appointed legal Counselor for the Commerce Department, his daily workout routine had disappeared.

As for the ball sports he once loved, he hadn’t touched them since his graduation.

The vibrant and passionate young man in Diomedes’s eyes had slowly faded away without notice.

He even began assigning Diomedes to do some dirty work—assassinations, theft, surveillance.

Diomedes didn’t know if other Guardian Spirits had done similar things, but it was his duty to obey the head of the household and protect him, even if it meant occasionally offering unsolicited advice…

In the beginning, Charles listened to Diomedes’s suggestions with politeness and respect; later, as he grew aware of his own authority, he no longer accepted all advice, though he still maintained decorum.

Then he started to argue, yet he still valued Diomedes’s words and reluctantly corrected his behavior.

—Until the day Diomedes caught Charles humiliating his daughter, Thalia Drost.