Chapter 103#
Distant Star Reflection 11#
Sporting equally poor complexions was His Holiness the Pope. However, probably due to his elevated status, his composure recovered faster than the general’s. He quickly returned to normalcy.
The general’s expression remained like someone cursing an unfilial son, as if never anticipating Yu Feichen would gather every available noble to publicly fabricate such biologically implausible lies.
Others displayed various reactions, but none particularly surprised—after all, anything Losh Landon did hardly merited astonishment.
The Pope accepted a handkerchief from an attendant, covering his mouth while clearing his throat: “If memory serves, Tan Per has always been an exemplary alpha—calm, decisive, resolute of will.”
Yu Feichen: “True. I only recently learned his identity. He is omega, perfectly compatible with my values.”
“Your Holiness,” he deliberately softened his voice, matching every imagining of an alpha tormented by emotion, “my values are special, as you’ve always known. Before sensing his pheromone, I never dared hope encountering my omega. I’d already resigned to painful life in Landon’s sanatorium.”
General Ashley’s alpha noble associates, witnessing his demeanor, couldn’t help but sympathize, displaying gentle expressions.
“Tan Per, while triggered, committed unsuitable acts. I don’t presume expecting your forgiveness of all offenses. I only hope you permit me remaining beside him, even exiled together to the mining star.”
Alpha nobility had always prided themselves virtuous courage and responsibility. At this moment, their image of Landon underwent dramatic improvement—omegas truly were alpha’s remedy, even Losh Landon spoke sense under emotion’s influence.
Yu Feichen’s sensible words were already prepared. Throughout the capital, everyone knew without omega he’d die. Now that omega appeared. If the Pope insisted separating them, executing Tan Per, Landon and related star-system lords would inevitably cause trouble. Other nobles would voice reservations.
Furthermore, law treated omegas leniently. Triggered omegas even possessed certain immunity. If Tan Per could obtain tribunal re-judgment, he wouldn’t face further interrogation, then exile.
Afterward, Tan Per could safely live within Landon family’s protection and formally become his omega.
Yet he himself had a price to pay.
Choosing Tan Per meant losing all the Pope’s support, implicitly losing the throne already prepared. Everyone present could see this.
Abandoning something precious was foolish. But if abandonment pursued nobler things—love, for instance—behavior became romantic and noble, fitting ancient virtue.
At minimum, many present had already sided with him. The Pope found himself at morality’s low point, explaining why he’d asked the general to invite more people.
Finally, the Pope sighed. He inquired in detail what happened aboard ship, receiving General Ashley’s confirmation. Last, the Pope said: Landon, step aside. I shall discuss with these gentlemen briefly.
Yu Feichen went to the anteroom, confident the Pope would reconsider Tan Per’s verdict.
Whether the Pope would covertly act mattered little. He’d protected numerous employers—besides, Tan Per wasn’t the assassination type.
So he had the spiritually distracted, alternately weeping and laughing driver stroll through the anteroom, meanwhile observing its arrangement and layout.
The driver alternated lamenting lost royal fleet commander salary with unbridled joy that Landon family was finally saved.
Reaching an open elevated area, two figures appeared sitting together on the highest step—one with chestnut long hair in noble dress, another with red shoulder-length hair wearing bishop’s robes. From behind, both seemed young.
Yu Feichen’s enhanced senses clearly caught their voices on the wind.
“So they all have destined love. Fate assigned everyone alpha and omega, commanding they stay together eternally, never separating. Truly wonderful,” the young bishop’s tone struck Yu Feichen with eerie familiarity.
Upon finishing, the bishop sighed: “What a civilized society. Shame I’m beta.”
Sighing completed, continued: “Shame you’re also beta.”
“Is beta inadequate? Can freely love,” the chestnut-haired noble’s voice rang clear and elegant, though ending upswept with teasing lightness.
“But beta might not find partners,” the young bishop said.
“Indeed. Yet rare alphas also don’t—like Duke Landon.”
“That duke might simply be terribly unlucky,” the bishop sighed. “If I were alpha, surely I’d not be so unlucky.”
Yu Feichen: “.”
The chestnut-haired noble quietly leaned toward the bishop: “Tell you a little secret.”
Bishop: “What?”
“Actually I’m alpha. I’m pretending.”
Bishop: “???”
He grieved: “You betrayed the organization! Why pretend beta?”
“Because my greatest dream is leading an omega-rights protection organization, but the organization forbids alpha enemies joining.”
“As alpha, infiltrating to do what?” the bishop said righteously. “You’re lying in wait to find a partner? Then take me along.”
The chestnut-haired noble laughed holding his stomach for quite some time.
“Kayan,” he said, “you’re more interesting after switching persons. I apologize for previously fighting you, though it wasn’t you.”
“Of course I’m interesting… wait, I am Kayan.”
“You’re not.”
“I am.”
“You’re not.”
“I am.”
The dialogue gradually became inane. Yu Feichen felt his blood pressure slightly rising.
Upon first hearing that familiar tone, he’d felt a faint comfort like wayward children returned or lost dogs found, though he’d never searched.
But hearing their conversation, Bai Song had not only indulged in revelry with other nobles these days but completely exposed his outsider status.
Yu Feichen raised his leg, walking toward them. The driver softly said: “Those are Bishop Kayan and Duke Windsor, the second heir I mentioned. Strange, how’d they reconnect? I remember Kayan had his head broken by Windsor. Speaking of which, Duke Windsor has a peculiar ability—whoever he looks at gets married. He can divine anyone’s compatibility, says it’s intuition. He once said you and Bishop Tan Per were heaven-sent pairs. Everyone said he finally failed, but wait… didn’t he not?”
The driver and secretary gradually overlapped, resonating with Bai Song from afar.
Yu Feichen and the driver’s footsteps reached them. Both turned.
“Strange,” that Duke Windsor regarded Yu Feichen with pale amber eyes.
“Strange,” Windsor muttered to “Kayan,” “I haven’t seen this person, yet he’s with Landon’s people, wears Landon family style clothes… wait…”
Windsor suddenly understood, relaxing his brows: “Landon didn’t also switch persons like you, did he? The capital lost one more person I disliked. Quite fortunate.”
Yu Feichen appraised Windsor.
Windsor’s previous statement was odd. He’d borrowed Losh Landon’s appearance; everyone else detected nothing amiss. Yet this nineteen-year-old Duke Windsor directly said he didn’t recognize him.
Furthermore, Windsor knew Kayan switched persons—apparently not leaked by Bai Song but directly perceived by Windsor.
Yu Feichen walked nearer. Windsor’s expression returned completely normal, greeting him: “Good evening, Landon.”
Yu Feichen: “Good evening, Windsor.”
Finishing, turning to “Bishop Kayan,” he said flatly: “Good evening.”
The other immediately froze.
“This…”
“This this this…”
Windsor flicked his forehead: “You know him?”
The flicked Bai Song forgot retaliation, carefully organizing words: “You… your tone makes me vaguely feel…”
Yu Feichen nodded: “So do I.”
Bai Song cautiously proceeded: “Weren’t you the one who drank at Sunset Tavern once?”
“True.”
Bai Song’s eyes suddenly filled excitement.
Windsor glanced between them: “Need me leaving?”
But Bai Song spotted the unremarkable driver beside Yu Feichen.
“This…” Bai Song hesitated.
Yu Feichen: “?”
Bai Song: “Probably not.”
Brief recognition ended as Windsor approached Yu Feichen.
“I must clarify something,” he said. “I’m beta and don’t want being emperor. Don’t frame me.”
The driver numbly thought: Our duke just obtained one veto right.
Yu Feichen: “Coincidentally, neither do I.”
Windsor: “Why don’t you? You should.”
Yu Feichen: “Why don’t you?”
“Become emperor, then get confined by the Pope and nobility, finally evaporate?” Windsor smiled sweetly. “Better inheriting star systems, becoming elector, deposing emperors every twenty years for amusement. You go ahead.”
“Indeed,” Yu Feichen said. “So why should I?”
Actually if he truly became emperor, that wouldn’t be the situation described, but currently he was debating.
Windsor was stumped.
After a moment, Duke Windsor elegantly smiled: “Then I’ll tell Windsor’s electors. You go to Landon’s side, manipulate things, we’ll together make the third emperor.”
Bai Song with wooden expression: “Decadent feudal nobility.”
Driver: “Decadent feudal nobility.”
Arched passage sounds interrupted feudal nobility’s dialogue—more decadent feudal elders. The Pope summoned Yu Feichen back. Windsor and Bai Song quietly followed.
The final result: for legal truth and justice, the Pope would reconsider Tan Per’s verdict. Premise being the cathedral would take a blood sample for comprehensive genetic testing, verifying Tan Per’s omega status and their characteristic values truly match. Meanwhile Tan Per could remain at Landon’s estate.
Yu Feichen agreed, but had a requirement—he personally took the blood sample. He could adjust the side door’s quarter to transparent viewing mode externally, proving blood truly extracted from Tan Per’s body, yet no one could enter.
The Pope reluctantly agreed to this requirement. Elder nobility’s gazes toward Yu Feichen grew even more approving.
“You protected your omega,” Windsor praised, hearing everything. “Truly a romantic love story. I said Landon and Tan Per matched.”
Bai Song: “Truly a romantic… no, decidedly not.”
Yu Feichen gave Bai Song a flat glance.
Matters settled, Yu Feichen didn’t stay a second longer, leaving Windsor a communication number before departing the Holy City with the driver. The Pope sent one priest with two attendants following their car.
En route, communication rang.
“Yu-ge! My dear Yu-ge!” Bai Song wailed. “What exactly do we do now? Do you have tasks for me? I truly struggled appearing sociable. That secret language really isn’t human speech—dogs barking sounds better. Fortunately Windsor occasionally tutored me.”
“Current task is toppling the cathedral,” Yu Feichen, in good spirits today, spoke in Tan Per’s former tone. “You’ve completed three dungeons with me. This time, complete independently. I’m watching.”
The other end’s Bai Song fell into profound silence.