Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 124: A reward?

Stepping into the Cathedral Brandon let out a soft sigh and glanced back at Eleonore, Valiene and the others who were walking behind him.

"I think that went well except for the last part..."

Eleonore gave a soft nod "Hmm... didn’t expect that."

Valiene, walking slightly behind Eleonore, dipped her head slightly "The attempt itself was crude. Poorly planned."

"A lone agent attacking directly during a public ceremony without proper support suggests either desperation... or an external actor trying to send a message."

Hearing this, Brandon nodded his head "Yeah, I wonder who that is... who wants to give me a warning?"

At this everyone stayed silent and Brandon just sighed under his breath "Well, you can all leave now... we can talk about this later. I need a moment to rest."

Eleonore, Valiene, and the Triarchs bowed their heads and stepped from there.

One by one, the others bowed as they turned and departed in silence, their footsteps slowly fading down the Cathedral’s long hall.

And then... soft footsteps echoed again.

From the side aisle, Callista came there with a smile on her face as her eyes crinkled with affection "My Lord..."

Brandon gave a nod "Hmm.. come with me, Callista."

Callista’s eyes softened as she followed Brandon on his way to his private chambers.

As they reached one of the side wings leading toward the more private quarters of the Herald, Brandon began loosening the outer ceremonial robe that still clung to his shoulders.

As he shrugged it off, callista immediately extended her hand "My Lord, let me..."

Brandon handed the robe to her without resistance, nodding faintly "Thanks."

Callista accepted it with both hands, carefully folding the fabric over her arms.

Brandon rolled his shoulders back and stretched his arms slightly as they continued walking.

Callista tilted her head slightly, her voice breaking the silence.

"You were magnificent today, My Lord. Even when the attack happened, you stood firm."

Hearing this, Brandon looked at her and smiled "Well, it’s because I know you are with me there."

Huh? Callista’s eyes widened in surprise before her gaze turned gentle, hearing his compliment "My Lord, you are flattering me..."

They soon reached his private quarters and Brandon opened the door, entering in.

Callista hesitated for a second before entering along with him, closing the door gently behind her without a sound.

Brandon pushed open the inner door with his shoulder and entered the dressing room... a spacious chamber filled with tall wardrobes, mirrored panels, and shelves of folded tunics, formal attire, and casual wear

Brandon pointed to the wardrobe and muttered "Keep it there..."

Callista nodded her head and placed the clothes there.

Looking at her, he smiled "Thank you. can you go and wait outside a bit?"

Callista gave a nod and hurriedly exited the room.

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As Brandon exited the room, Callista who was sitting on the couch, raised her head and saw him wearing casual T shirt and shorts.

He walked to the couch and sat beside her, close enough that their knees brushed for a brief second before he leaned back, his body sighing into the cushions.

"Callista, what happened to that woman who tried to kill me, did you kill her?"

Hearing this, Callista shook her head "No, My Lord... I did not kill her."

With a thoughtful nod, Brandon replied "I see, so we can interrogate her to see who sent her..."

Callista shook her head "No, My Lord.. she is dead."

Huh? Brandon’s eyes narrowed in thought "Did she kill herself when you caught her?"

Callista shook her head again "She was dead before I even reached her. In fact, she is dead days before."

What?

Brandon was even more confused and she spoke "Someone has killed her and used her dead body like a puppet... it must be someone’s skill."

"I have sent her body for autopsy."

Upon hearing this, Brandon’s gaze narrowed further "That’s a pretty powerful skill."

Callista watched him for a moment, admiring his beautiful face.

Slowly, she shifted closer to him on the couch.

"My Lord," she said softly, her voice brushing against the silence between them.

"You should be more careful from now on..."

As she spoke, she raised her hand hesitantly and placed it on his wrist, her delicate fingers grasping him slightly.

Brandon looked into her clear blonde eyes and noticed her sudden closeness.

Her smiled widened slightly "And.. I am still waiting on your answer."

Hm? Brandon tilted his head "What answer..."

With a faint chuckle, she murmured playfully "Oh come on, Lord Herlald..." she whispered teasingly, her thumb brushing lightly along the inside of his wrist. "Don’t tell me you forgot. I asked for your hand in marriage."

Brandon remembered that and he let out a sigh as it just felt forceful; she is marrying him just because he is the Herald.

Looking at her, he raised his arm and patted her head "I am still thinking about it."

She closed her eyes for a moment feeling his pat on her head "Divine hands... I will surely wait for you."

As she spoke, she opened her eyes and looked into his blue eyes "But.. I want a reward today."

He gently retracted his hand from her head "Reward?"

With a faint nod, she moved closer, her hand resting on his thigh "Lord Herald what do you think about my performance today?"

Looking at her, Brandon gave a nod "Well... at first we wanted to use someone else as a decoy for the declaration... but someone actually attacked us."

"At that time, you quickly reacted to the situation and cleared that threat."

"You even gave good warning to the people, I think... you did a very good job."

Hearing his compliment, a faint pink blush blossomed across her cheeks, spreading slowly from her ears down her neck.

She lowered her head slightly, almost as if she couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, overwhelmed by a happiness so pure and overwhelming that it made her feel lightheaded.

Being praised by him felt like personally being blessed by the Goddess herself.

She hummed under her breath "Then My Lord, I guess you need to give me a reward. How about it?"

Brandon let out a soft chuckle "You are an Empyrean and can get anything. What reward are you expecting from me?"

She lowered her gaze, her long lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks, and whispered almost shyly, "Your lips... a kiss."