"It seems that you are not interested in my story," Creon turned around and poured some honey into an ivory cup, "and then I have the next question - who are you?" If you're not the killer sent by Brandt, you're bound to be someone, someone important or unimportant. Let me guess, you're a civilian? ”

Shake one’s head.

"Aristocrats?"

Nod.

"Kind of interesting," Creon touched his chin, "you're certainly not a nobleman in Crescent City. ”

Nod.

"So you're from Neverwinter?"

Nod.

Creon took a sip of wine, the characteristic aroma of honey spilling from between his teeth, "I've been to Neverwinter and attended the court balls there, and I can guarantee that I know all the beauties of high society, so, you're lying." He picked up a silver spoon from the table and stabbed the end of the long handle at the wound on Vanessa's shoulder, and the sudden pain caused Vanessa to sit up almost to her feet, her mouth wide open, her face contorted like a fish out of water, and she could not make a sound.

"I don't know how you resisted the magic of spitting, but if you don't want to be speechless forever, you'd better tell me the truth." Creon continued to ask, expressionless, "Are you a nobleman of Neverwinter?" ”

Nod. You're asking the wrong question, idiot! Vanessa gasped in pain.

"It's not fun!" Creon threw the ivory cup into the flames of the magic fireplace with his backhand, and flew into a rage, "Tell me who you really are, or I'll condemn you as a thief!" ”

Vanessa points to the pen and paper that Creon had taken.

Creon turned around and picked up the papers, and as he held them in front of his eyes to look closely, an exaggerated whistle came out of his mouth, "Wow! So that's it! He held up a page with Vanessa's handwriting, scribbled, but the last of the closing letters of each sentence was gorgeously pulled upwards into a small rose, "You are the princess of the Delin family!" ”

You're not stupid at home. Vanessa nodded tiredly. The Wyvern Rose Crown is the family crest of the royal family of Midsummer, and the three princesses are required to write in a font with royal symbols from an early age, a habit that Vanessa retains as she grows up, so that she can be recognized by Creon.

The current shape is very unfavorable to himself, even if he identifies himself to the country of Sakatani, the Hagen family may not believe it, and if he is recognized in this way, it may save a lot of trouble.

"You're Solanda?" Creon's eyes lit up greedily, but they went out in an instant, "No, you can't be her, I've seen Sorenda, a monster with the body of a man and the mind of a woman, who can't dance by nature, and always looks defiant." Creon looked at Vanessa and shook his head, "Then there's Vanessa and Elia, but they're still young, eleven or two, and you look at least sixteen." He pondered for a moment, "But with magic, anything is possible. There are only three princesses in the Land of Midsummer, and you must be one of them, right?"

Nod.

"So, you're a mutant of Solanda?"

Shake one’s head.

"An enhanced version of Ilia?"

Shake one’s head.

"You're not going to be an enlarged version of Princess Vanessa, are you?"

Nod.

"Oh! Princess Vanessa! Creon rubbed his hands together excitedly, "Look how smart I am, and I asked for your identity and purpose in a pleasant conversation." He looked at Vanessa's shoulder wound and reluctantly added, "You barely bleed." ”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. I can't imagine how this man would rule the country when he became king.

"Now, I finally know why you asked Brant for help in the first place," Creon pointed out the door in a weird manner, "You think you're his fiancée." Ha, while the marriage contract has not been dissolved, you can use it in vain. Creon's face distorted with excitement, "But don't think about him anymore, you two won't get married." ”

Why? Vanessa asked silently.

"You don't know yet?" Creon grinned evilly, "General Corman of Neverwinter has just announced that your sister Solandar has been killed in battle, and your mother has been killed in a fire - you are now the rightful heir to the Land of Midsummer. ”

What the?!

The words were like a dagger into Vanessa's stomach, causing her to bounce out of bed in shock.

"However, according to the people we came back, Solanda did not die on the battlefield, but turned against Koman and fled back to the land of the Sand Riders. As for Queen Chloe, I heard that she was ** by Koman before she died, and he also cut off her fingers to make wind chimes and hang them at the head of the bed, which was the only white object she left in the world after the fire. Creon spoke like an old friend at Vanessa's bedside, but every word sounded like a needle in the princess's ear.

Mother is dead? Brutally murdered?

No, it can't be. Koman should know the truth of blackmailing the Son of Heaven to order the princes, even if he turns against Solanda, keeping the queen will only make his rule more stable, unless something happens during this period that makes Koman have to kill his mother, otherwise he has no reason to do such a stupid thing.

Despite her reluctance to believe it, Vanessa felt faintly uneasy, the power struggle in the palace was changing rapidly, and there were no permanent friends or enemies here. Friends who were just toasting and feasting under the same roof may draw their knives in the next second. In the face of power, the innocent can become insidious and cunning, and the insidious and cunning become even more dangerous.

There's nothing Corman can't do, and Vanessa weakly concludes that as long as the news gets out, it means that her mother is really dead.

The princess wanted to weep for her mother's grief, but there was not a tear in her eyes. Mother is the guiding light on her dark path, all her actions are in line with her mother, although from a very young age, her mother has been busy with political affairs all day long and rarely cares about herself, but Vanessa knows that she is not only her own mother, but also the queen of Midsummer, she loves her, respects her, and is proud of her. Her people also loved the benevolent queen, she protected the weak, put the lives of others before their own, she was wise and intelligent, she kept a clear head and fought tenaciously even in the dark cell, but now, Queen Chloe was burned alive by the fire, and not only the queen, but no one should die in this way, except Koman.

Vanessa's nails sank deep into the flesh of her palms, and her teeth rattled.

"My dear princess, your arrival has made the land of the Wine Valley even more brilliant!" Creon waved his arms, as if holding all the wine valley kingdoms in his arms, "From now on, your identity is no longer the second daughter of the country of Midsummer, I have decided to fight for you and help you return to the throne; And in return, you will marry the future king of the kingdom of Sakatani, that is, me, and not the second son who is useless. ”

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