Daisy was a bit aggressive. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The Freton family doesn't have anything to look forward to, let Your Highness know, you may be disappointed." Fitnair said slowly, she clenched her cane, not afraid of Daisy's momentum.

"Really? But also a no-name person, I've heard some rumors about you. Daisy said.

Rumor has always been in the ears of the aristocracy in favor of the bad side, which sounds like Fitney has a misdemeanor with her private life.

"Daisy, you're being too harsh." Misse frowned.

"But she can't always say why, everyone is here, maybe they want to hear about the glorious deeds of the Freton family." Daisy's words were echoed by the other nobles, and some of the nobles who heard the news also turned their attention to this place - almost no one did not want to know what the past of the Fettnay family was.

Fitnair could see that Daisy had been coming at her in the first place - an aggressive gesture that wanted to catch her off guard in the first place.

But what is the grudge between them?

Fitney's eyes swept around, pausing at Eddard, who didn't speak except for calling her out at the beginning, and his polite smile looked the same as usual.

Is it him again?

All the nobles knew that Daisy was pursuing Eddard, and the nobles thought it was a good thing, because it would bring them closer to the Duchy of Ansendire, so that there would be no more chaos like the Battle of Shevrin, but in Fitney's opinion, Daisy had just become a tool for Eddard to use.

"Why don't you speak? Your Majesty, it's not that I'm being aggressive, you always have to come up with a convincing reason, you're our king. Daisy said.

Daisy and Lucy were not sisters, but Fitney saw similarities in their personalities - and it was a challenge for her to confront such a goal-oriented and nimble girl.

Misse has always been Fitney's patron - he has blocked many of these problems for Fitney, but now that Daisy is pointing the finger at Misé, who wouldn't be curious about what kind of secret is behind it?

Fitney was silent.

"Well, the Freyton family is still a commendable family, if not prominent, isn't it? Aven, come and tell us about it. Misse had to take care of his image in front of the nobles, especially since there was no need for him to continue to defend Fitney at this time.

After all, it's not a "big deal".

"Are you a little unsure of whom?" Another voice rang out, it was the opposite of Daisy's thoughts—Corifo looked like he had arrived, his expression still very haggard, "This time it's the Awakening Ritual, how can you focus on Miss Aven's family story?" ”

"Mr. Criford, you are not busy with the Hilton Investigation Agency, and it is not at all good for your career to say something that has nothing to do with you." Daisy frowned.

Corifu and "Aven? Freyton "is similar, both are identities with no background, but Chriff is one of the managers of a place that Misse cares about under the name of the Hilton Investigative Agency. It sounds like an identity that can't be judged, but to Daisy, he's no different from a servant.

Listening to Daisy's words, Corifu was slightly stunned, as if he didn't think that Her Royal Highness the princess would be so difficult to solve.

"It seems that our quick-witted Miss Evan can't even fulfill our little wish." Seeing that Fitney was still silent, Daisy made a very disappointed expression, "It's really frustrating. ”

So the nobles whispered.

Fitnair felt the image familiar, she had already felt it during the Awakening Ritual - the serpent of Isopp's realm.

"Aven......" Misse said slowly.

It's really hard to do.

"Your Majesty, the ceremony is about to begin." Fitney was silent—she was victorious, for soon the staff came and told Misse that the important ritual was about to begin.

A hint of resentment flashed in Daisy's eyes, but Fitney didn't take it seriously.

It's dragged on, but it's not over.

"Aven, you can join us at the banquet later." Misse spoke to her as he left.

Misse may not care who Fitnair is—but he must give an account to the nobles.

Fitney sighed slightly.

"Very interesting test...... Isn't it? Ed whispered in her ear as he passed her.

Fettnay was completely sure it was Ed's prank - but it wasn't just a prank, and she had no identity to reveal.

"It's funny." Fitney said softly.

Fitney slowed down as she said this, and the nobles walked past her, not noticing that she had changed direction and turned away from the church.

Someone would always notice her, and would probably take it as a sign of her rudeness, in any case, to make her fall out of favor with Miser or to leave her with a voice that would always frustrate her.

This was a common trick used by the nobles of the Luther kingdom, and people would struggle with these things in the pursuit of money and fame.

But it wasn't the same for Fitney, who didn't care about any of that - it sounded incredible, but it was exactly what it was.

The process of the awakening ritual is actually very long, because at the beginning there is a recitation of the "Divine Language", which is actually not very long, and aside from the content of the story, the number of psalms is not large, and it is possible to read it completely, but it still takes a long time.

During this time, the aristocracy was very religious, at least on the surface.

When it was all over, Lucy appeared on the high platform, and although she did not like to stand in front of the nobles like this, she still maintained a determined appearance.

This is very similar to when Fitney didn't take the awakening ritual seriously, but it became an important turning point in her life.

This time it seems to be the same—but not for Lucy, the master of the Awakening Ritual.

Recalling the 1st of the Empress month in 719, historians write decades later.

"With a loud bang, the statue of Elletia in the church was shattered, and that was an indisputable beginning, because the Holy See was about to fall—and then a new story ensued, full of confused people who did not know where they were, and who were always silently killed when they were fighting, but much more than that. If anything, it can be called the depravity of the Holy Land. ”

At that time, Lucy was standing on the high platform, waiting for the priest's measurement, and then an explosion rang out.