Versatile Mage: Summoning Black Dragon, the pinnacle of divine power

Chapter 237 Spring drowsiness, summer fatigue, hibernation
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While the temples were being grandly decorated and numerous noble families were being invited, the Snow Festival finally arrived, and the whole of Greece was shrouded in a light veil of snow, tranquil and sacred.

The devout women from the Temple of Faith, dressed in ice-blue gowns and barefoot, left neat and delicate footprints throughout Athens, a kind of sacred blessing.

"Your Highness, the sun's already high in the sky, aren't you getting up yet?"

Inside the Divine Child's bedchamber, Izusa, who had been waiting for Caesar to appear, arrived with several female sages to try and persuade him to come.

Today's blessing ceremony was presided over by the divine child himself. Asha's side has almost finished the process, while this side is still sleeping.

Fortunately, Asha seemed to have anticipated this and deliberately slowed down, giving them time to come up the mountain to find the person.

"Let me sleep a little longer." Caesar buried his head in the blanket, curling himself up like a hibernating snake.

"Go." Yi Zhisha waved her hand, and several female sages, led by Merola, went up and pulled off the blanket, took out today's dress and forcibly dressed Caesar in it.

After a series of tinkering, a sleepy-eyed Caesar was forced to power on.

"Did you steal again last night?" Izusa asked.

"Spring drowsiness, summer fatigue, winter hibernation," Merola whispered a reminder.

Yi Zhisha was taken aback. "It's been so many years, and you still haven't broken this habit?"

Children love to sleep in, and they naturally need a lot of sleep. So she didn't pay much attention to this when they were little. But more than ten years have passed, and they're all grown up now. Why are they still like this?

"Uh... he's been locked up on the mountain, we can't just deprive him of sleep," Merola said somewhat guiltily.

"..." Yi Zhi Sha.

"You should just spoil him."

Merola and her group remained silent.

Aren't you the one who spoils him the most?

"Hurry up, there's a banquet after the Snow Festival ceremony, so many people are waiting for you," said Izusa.

"Weren't you the ones who invited us over?" Caesar yawned.

"I only invited a few people in the first place."

"Shall I make them leave now?" Izusa asked.

Caesar was speechless. "I was just about to go and get revenge for you, wasn't I?"

Because Yi Zhisha failed to obtain the Parthenon's soul and lacked the resurrection magic, she was not recognized by the Turs family. After Yi Zhisha officially became a goddess, the Turs family went into seclusion.

His choice to target the Turs family was largely motivated by a desire to vent his anger on Izusa.

Of course, there is another very important reason: the Tulls family is one of the few forbidden families in Europe that can intervene in external affairs.

Most of the forbidden spell families in Europe have agreements with the Holy City, and they cannot act unless absolutely necessary. In fact, their forbidden spell masters can never reveal their names, otherwise the Holy Shadow will come knocking on their door that very night.

Another group belongs directly to the Holy City. Those forbidden spellcasters almost never leave the Holy City and are part of the Holy City's guard force.

However, because the Turs family had cooperated with a goddess of the Parthenon a thousand years ago, and they were responsible for defending the temple against the invasion of the Titans, it was almost as if they had invested in the temple. Because of this, the Turs family did not make an agreement with the Holy City, and they were stuck in the middle.

After all, they are still nominally part of Parthenon, and the Holy City cannot force them to sign a forbidden spell agreement.

However, this prolonged period of "excessive freedom" led the Turs family, especially the younger generation, to develop many inappropriate ideas about the temple.

Adding to the problem of the Parthenon's soul, over the past few decades, the forbidden spell families below have increasingly disregarded the temple.

Although he held a prestigious position within the temple, he was nothing in the eyes of the forbidden spell families outside.

Even now, they still don't take him seriously.

After all, what happened to the divine children? Without resurrection magic or the knightly holy spirits that could grant them immense power, they had no reason to submit to them. So-called faith, in the end, was nothing more than self-interest.

Whoever can offer more benefits will be trusted by those below.

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As the sun set, the Snow Festival ceremony finally came to an end, and the banquet held in the Temple of Faith was about to begin. The various noble families invited by the temple slowly made their way out.

"Brother Caesar, haven't you had enough sleep yet?"

In the chairman's seat, Caesar, as the Son of God, sat in the middle, with the two saintesses, Xinxia and Asharuya, sitting on either side of him. Yizhisha and Xinyuekui were both interacting with their supporters in the hall.

Seeing Caesar looking listless and yawning from time to time, Xinxia couldn't bear to watch anymore.

"I haven't had enough sleep." Caesar yawned again.

"I'm like this every winter."

"Can you change your habit of hibernating?" Asha Ruya said helplessly.

Because they were confined to the sacred mountain, aside from the necessary lessons, the temple matriarchs basically turned a blind eye to Caesar's behavior. After all, he didn't even have the freedom to go out, and it would be too pitiful if he didn't even have the freedom to follow his own schedule.

But as time went on, Caesar's strange routines almost became his habits.

Spring drowsiness, summer fatigue, winter hibernation, only autumn brings energy.

However, this guy never sleeps in; he always gets up early every day and goes to the astrological observatory to watch the sunrise.

After watching the sunrise for about half an hour, he fell asleep on the astrological table again.

"I don't have anything to do, why am I getting up so early?" Caesar said, resting his chin on his hand and leaning against the table.

"How about I find you something to do?" Asha'ruya said.

Caesar glanced at Asha'ruya speechlessly. "My dear Holy Maiden, I am your man, not your enemy."

He simply didn't have anything to do that required him to get up early, not that he had nothing to do.

He's been very busy lately with the Titans.

"I'll go over there for a moment." Caesar stood up and walked towards Norman, who was sitting alone in a corner of the banquet.

"The scene might get a bit big later, so be careful," Asha'ruya said.

"Will they fight?" Xinxia asked.

“Very likely,” Asha'ruya said.

"Norman has arrived, but Heron has not shown up. If nothing unexpected happens, the area is already surrounded by the Knights' Hall."

"Does it have to be this way?" Xinxia asked.

Asha's stood up. "You shouldn't be asking me this kind of question."

"You should ask him."

After tonight, the temple's internal layout will be completely redesigned.

Especially the Temple of Knights and the Temple of Goddess, those ancient magical clans loyal to the temple were waiting to see how Caesar would handle this matter.

Most people wanted Caesar to bow down; they didn't want to see a divine child even more ruthless than Izusa ascend the high platform.

But would Caesar bow down?
She doesn't deny that this man, who likes to act silly and cute, can be completely shameless in order to make her happy, but in these kinds of things, it's completely impossible.

(End of this chapter)