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Father Cillian stood before them, a vision of ethereal grace. Dressed in a white robe that billowed around him, his long, waist-length white hair shimmered as it caught the light. His fair skin gleamed with a faint, almost otherworldly luster, and his eyes, deep and dark, seemed to hold an endless reservoir of wisdom and beauty. Despite his age, there was a youthful energy about him that captivated everyone around him.
Bianca’s breath caught in her throat as she saw him for the first time in person. “F-Father Cillian?” she stammered, unable to hide her shock.
Father Cillian, the head priest of Quiet Winds Church, was a man unlike any other. Known for his serene demeanor, he had garnered millions of female followers through his video account, where he casually filmed himself drinking tea, admiring flowers, and offering reflections on life. His appearance, poised and graceful despite his age, had earned him the title of “ageless beauty.” It was no wonder that Bianca felt so taken aback in his presence.
Nash, unfazed by the shock, closed the car door behind him and started walking toward the villa gate, motioning for Bianca to follow. Only then did she snap back to reality, the weight of Skadi’s condition quickly returning to her mind. She hurried after him, her steps quickening with anxiety.
Father Cillian’s gaze shifted to Nash, offering a warm smile. “Master Calcraft,” he greeted, his voice smooth and composed.
Nash nodded in acknowledgment. “Hello.”
“You have phenomenal medical abilities, Master Calcraft. You were able to treat Miss Skadi, yes?” Cillian’s voice was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity.
Nash responded with a small smile. “Skadi is fine. She just needs to take some holistic medicine for some time.” His calm demeanor only served to reassure Bianca slightly, though she still felt a knot in her stomach at the thought of Skadi’s injuries.
Cillian raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying that she’s fine now?” he asked, his interest piqued.
Nash gave a quiet laugh, his eyes twinkling with the faintest trace of amusement. “Yes, I’m saying she’s fine. She’ll be up and about in no time.”
The priest nodded thoughtfully, his gaze drifting toward the horizon. He had his own concerns weighing on his mind. Recently, he had been deeply immersed in meditation, striving to break through to the Profound Reality Realm. Yet, a sudden call from Zakariah, the head of Jonford Martial Arts Association, had interrupted his seclusion. Zakariah’s granddaughter was near death and wanted to see Cillian before she passed. Despite his dedication to his own spiritual journey, Cillian had abandoned his meditative retreat to fulfill the final wish of a dying girl.
Now, hearing that Skadi was recovering, Cillian seemed to sense that there was more to the situation than met the eye. Nash’s nonchalance suggested that the severity of Skadi’s injuries might not have been as dire as they had seemed.
With a gesture, Nash indicated for Cillian to follow him. “Since you’re already here, why don’t you come in and have a look?”
Cillian nodded with a serene smile. “After you, Master Calcraft.”
As Nash turned to walk into the villa, Cillian paused for a moment, his eyes flickering toward Bianca. She had been standing behind Nash, still somewhat overwhelmed by his presence, but Cillian’s manners dictated he treat all those in Nash’s company with courtesy.
He extended a hand toward her, a silent invitation. “After you, Miss Benefactor.”
Bianca, caught off guard by his politeness and charm, stumbled over her words. “Ah! No, please! After you!” She couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sense of nervousness. Father Cillian was so striking that she found it difficult to keep her composure. His beauty seemed almost otherworldly, the kind that made it impossible for any woman to not look twice.
Cillian, accustomed to the effect his appearance had on others, simply smiled and gave a slight nod. “As you wish.”
The group continued into the villa, and as they entered the living room, they encountered Brian, who was preparing to head upstairs with a bowl of boiled medicine. Hera, his grandmaster’s wife, stood by, watching with a quiet, contemplative air. She looked up as Nash and Cillian entered.
Bianca immediately noticed the subtle shift in Hera’s demeanor. She seemed… distracted, perhaps even troubled. Her expression softened as she approached, trying to understand the unspoken tension in the air.
“Hera,” Bianca called gently, “I’ll go with you.”
Brian nodded, offering a polite smile, but his attention remained fixed on Hera. “Careful, it’s hot,” he warned, his voice steady.
Hera simply nodded, acknowledging Bianca’s offer without speaking, and they made their way up to the second floor.
As they ascended the stairs, Bianca couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Hera’s mind. She had always been quiet, but now there seemed to be a deeper sadness in her eyes. Bianca dismissed the thought for the moment, assuming it had to do with Skadi’s injury.
In the room upstairs, however, the weight of the situation only deepened. The quiet tension in the air seemed to grow as they approached the next step in what felt like an unfolding story that no one was entirely prepared for.
Would you like to delve further into the conversation between Nash and Cillian, or explore more of Bianca’s internal conflict regarding her role in the situation?