Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1777 - 539 Promotion to Eighth Rank_3

Chapter 1777: Chapter 539 Promotion to Eighth Rank_3

Griffith smiled as he gave him a glance, exclaiming, "Hmm... I also feel he is very strong."

Following that, she added, "At least I have never seen any Eighth Order Card Master undergo such a drastic change like you."

Camilla’s eyes also filled with relief and joy for Leonard Churchill’s successful advancement, but being a woman of few words, a glance conveyed her blessings;

Meanwhile, Tracy Garcia silently stood on the side, her cloak covering most of her eyes.

No words were spoken, the atmosphere slightly stiff.

Griffith smiled and said to the three of them, "Let’s go out first. We’ve been secluded for a long time. It’s just right to celebrate Leonard’s successful advancement."

With a call, she turned and headed towards the stairs.

Camilla took a glance at Leonard, then took the stairs first.

Tracy lowered her head and turned to leave as well.

Leonard followed, walking shoulder to shoulder with Bun-Haired Miss up the stairs.

....

Tracy wore her cloak, her head slightly bowed, her gaze dropping as if counting the steps.

Leonard certainly noticed the change in her.

Previously, he hadn’t sensed the addition of one person, which reflects Bun-Haired Miss’s current immeasurable strength.

After receiving the Great Priest Lineage’s inheritance, Tracy immediately seemed to possess the High Priest’s composure.

A thick sense of history and mystique swirled around her.

Leonard knew, of course, that Tracy came because she was worried about him.

Despite feeling uncomfortable herself, she came to silently guard him, a sentiment felt without the need for words.

The stone steps leading to the ground from the secret chamber were long, and the two walked side by side.

On the spacious and dim stairs, only the soft footsteps of the four people "tapping" "tapping" could be heard.

Leonard was still not accustomed to this quietness.

In the past, whenever he was with Bun-Haired Miss, he could always hear cheerful and optimistic laughter.

Now she suddenly became silent, as if she had become another person.

The girl who always brought joy suddenly became silent, making it feel somewhat unpleasant.

Walking along, Leonard proactively said, "Little Garcia, when did you arrive?"

Tracy responded in a low voice, "I came three days ago."

Her tone wasn’t cold, but it was clear that her mood was too low to feel like initiating conversation.

Listening, Leonard didn’t mind and said, "Thank you."

"..."

With that, Tracy’s steps briefly halted.

She knew Leonard understood her thoughts.

If it had been before, she would have happily responded with a radiant smile upon helping a friend.

But now, those happy words couldn’t come out.

It wasn’t just because her mother’s death had left her grieving, but more so because she had received the Garcia Family’s inheritance and learned many, many secrets.

Those immense secrets felt like dark clouds pressing on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

She also learned about the sacred mission and responsibilities of the High Priest.

But the weighty sense of responsibility on her shoulders also made her lose her once naivety instantly.

While her mother was alive, Bun-Haired Miss’s mind never thought about so much. Living each day happily was everything to her. Seeing good friends would make her even happier.

But now, it’s different.

She is the High Priest of the Garcia Family.

She knew she had to bear everything.

Yet unexpectedly, as countless thoughts whirled in her mind, a hand suddenly reached over and lifted her cloak.

Tracy Garcia turned her head to look.

Leonard Churchill raised his eyebrows and smiled, his tone casual as usual: "Why keep hiding under the cloak..."

"I..."

Listening, a glint flashed in Tracy’s eyes, a familiar feeling of concern that she should have responded to with a smile, yet it felt out of place now.

Her thoughts shifted, having much to say, but in the end, she swallowed her words and responded with silence.

She had worn the cloak to prevent everyone from seeing her unhappy expression.

Now that it was lifted...

If not wearing it, then let it be.

Tracy lowered her head again and continued up the steps.

However, before Miss Bun-Haired could ponder further, she suddenly felt her face being pinched.

The force was gentle, not painful.

But... it was strange.

Tracy turned her head again to look at Leonard Churchill by her side, seeing only his radiant smile and that caring tone that seemed to leave no room for refusal: "Cheer up a bit."

Miss Bun-Haired didn’t know what to say, and remained silent.

Yet that hand pinched her cheeks again, as if waiting for a reaction.

One hand was not enough, so he boldly used both hands.

For some reason, Tracy’s first reaction wasn’t to look at Leonard Churchill, but to quickly glance at Grieff and Camilla walking ahead with the corner of her eye.

Seeing they hadn’t turned around, she inexplicably felt relieved.

Although this action was already a very familiar way of interacting between the two.

She didn’t mind it.

Even normally, she would have been very happy.

But now, she always felt it somewhat inappropriate.

Having her face pinched, always felt like being spoiled like a little girl.

She was the High Priest now, after all.

She should act more dignified.

Leonard Churchill stopped, fingers pinching her round and cute cheeks, staring at her: "Hmm?"

Ultimately unable to maintain her silence under that gaze, Tracy muttered softly like the buzz of a mosquito: "Mr. Leonard Churchill... could you please not pinch my face anymore... I... I am the High Priest now..."

She felt that as the High Priest, she should maintain authority and solemnity.

But she seemed not yet accustomed to that authoritative demeanor, her tone still familiarly cute.

Listening, Leonard Churchill broke into a bright smile, "Alright!"

Though he verbally agreed, but as he turned around, his right hand still pinched a couple more times, as if saying: definitely next time.

"..."

Tracy pouted, her eyes full of a deep and helpless grudge.

Yet the moment she lowered her head, a faint blush emerged in those crystal-clear eyes.

And not far ahead, Camilla and Grieff of course sensed every move behind them.

The two women didn’t turn around, yet a faint, light smile appeared on their faces.