บท 303: 303. Trouble

"No!" Daline stood up with her arms extended out, protecting Sylvester behind herself with her eyes full of fire.

"Daddy, no! It's not big brother's fault that you're old and smelly! But don't worry, I will visit you once every month." 

"..."

"Bwahaha…" The Pope laughed heartily and patted the girl's head. "Do you want to marry our young bard? But he's a clergyman. So he can't marry a woman or have a family." 

"Correct!" Healer Hendrix chirped. "My precious, that boy is a clergyman. He's devoted to God and can't marry anyone." 

"B-But…" Her eyes became watery once again. "I just… I want big brother…" 

Sylvester patted her head and spoke kindly. "We can still be very good friends, Daline. I am also building a small house nearby, so you can come there to see me from time to time. It will also be selling a lot of tasty food." 

"Really? How tasty?" She asked.