The Nun Princess in Act 36 (Part 1)

"Ampesel—?"

The girl sitting on the bench looked at her close friend in amazement, the long silver hair hanging loosely on the princess's dress, the body as slender as a doll, and the light silver eyes full of calm and calm half-elf princess. However, this seemingly weak girl is famous in aristocratic circles for her strong personality.

The silver dagger she wore with her with her with emeralds looked like a noble lady's make-up knife for self-defense and self-determination, but Magdal had no doubt that she could easily subdue a grown man with that sword - of course, this was not a good idea. Her Royal Highness was famous for her swordsmanship in the royal family, and she was no match for the official knight of the kingdom.

The girl pressed her hands on her knees, and she couldn't help but feel a little envious in her heart. She is also a princess from the Duchy of Manticore, and she and Griffiin have known each other since childhood, and the two have always been close friends. But she was very envious of the other party's kind of ability to naturally show her external strength, and even the details between every subtle movement showed the extremely independent nature of Her Royal Highness the princess. In contrast, she grew up learning strict aristocratic etiquette, and although she was well-read and knowledgeable, outsiders have always regarded her as a gentle, quiet and elegant daughter.

It can even be said to be a model for the vast majority of Vaughnde's aristocratic daughters.

But Magdal herself did not like this compliment, and she wanted to be free to pursue the life she wanted - but she did not know what she wanted to live, and her serious personality forced her to bear her own destiny. The Principality of the Manticore is just a tiny country north of Eruin, and the future fate of a girl of her status is a predestined thread.

"Why did you suddenly let me go to Ampesel, Griffiin, because of the war?"

The half-elf princess nodded.

Outside the terrace, there was a sudden sound of a tsunami of mountains and a tsunami, and the knights were jousting in the square outside. However, the voice quickly subdued and did not affect the conversation between the two people in the room.

"Has the situation become tense to this point?" Magdal asked quietly.

"Say, Tiny, brother is moving faster than I thought. The dukes have formed an alliance, and although there is some hesitation on the part of the old fox of Anlek, I think he will make a decision soon. The silver-haired girl stated unhurriedly, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Maybe there's a turnaround, Griffithine." Magdal couldn't help but say.

"It's not that simple, Tiny. Anlek has always been ambitious, and he has to stand with my dear brother or stand with us," the half-elf princess paused and said quietly, "I don't mind the marriage, but I fear that it will hurt Haruzer." ”

So the girl sitting across from her no longer spoke, but looked at her calmly, both of them were close friends, and understood that the other would not be stumped by this difficulty.

Because if that were the case, she would not be the princess of Eruin.

"Actually, my main concern is to make Count Denel," the silver-haired girl lowered her voice, "if Duke Anlek is a dark cloud in the northern sky, which can bring a storm at any moment—but as long as the wind is in the right direction, he is not necessarily our enemy, but can be an ally." But I suspect that the Earl behind me may show us a dagger in the back at any moment. ”

There was a glint of interest in Magdal's brown eyes, and she suddenly spoke, "I just heard something, Griffiin, you might be interested. ”

"Say it, Tiny."

The princess of the Manticore Principality leaned a little closer: "I have a friend who just sent me a magical letter from Jean Denel. He wrote that Count Denel seemed to be in some trouble, that there had been some rebellion in his domain, and that I thought he might not have time to care about anything outside his realm for a while. ”

"Are you a friend of the Temple?" The half-elf princess asked earnestly.

Magdal nodded slightly.

The silver-haired girl looked earnestly at this close friend of her own, even though she had no elf blood, but the other party's beauty was not much better than her own—but it was completely different, and the long soft golden hair seemed to be coated with a layer of divine brilliance in the soft light at any time and place, setting off her quiet and soft face.

It is not for nothing that this young girl is called an angel with a frowning brow, although such beauty is extremely rare among humans. Griffiin couldn't help but think of the mythical queen of an ancient human empire.

But the queen's fate was a little more miserable in the end, which made her frown imperceptibly, and shook her head to throw the thought out of her mind.

In addition, Magdal herself was a very devout believer, and she was very close to the Sanctuary of Fire, as well as maintaining extremely good personal friendships with many of the regional priests in the Temple. Even because of this extremely harmonious relationship with the temple, she was nicknamed a nun princess by many nobles.

The high priests of the temple had publicly praised the young girl for her devotion to the faith, and it was for this reason that the nun princess was not harassed too much because of her beauty.

Because the truth is often that between kingship and divine power, the former is desirable, while the latter is more feared.

"Tiney, do you remember a joke we heard when we were studying the etiquette between the royal families?" The half-elf princess suddenly asked, "-In Eruin, there is no lord who does not deal with one or two rebellions, otherwise he is not a true lord." ”

Magdal smiled, mostly remembering the carefree days of the past through Griffithin's words.

"It's pretty much the same everywhere, Griffith."

"Yes," the silver-haired girl nodded, "so don't hope for what will happen to others, I hope that Count Denel will be in a hurry for a while, but we still have to do it." ”

"So what can I do, Griffine?"

"I want you to use your connection with the Templars to convince the merchants of Ampesel to refuse the Coalition's request to lend money south." The half-elf princess replied, "Tiney, Freeport is protected by the Templars, and they have the power, but I fear that the merchants will be tempted by profits—"

"I know the presiding priest of the Ampesel region, I can give it a try." Magdal thought for a moment, then asked, "But when am I leaving, Griffithine?" ”

"Don't be in a hurry," said Griffin, "as soon as you get out of me, I guess the dukes will get the news at once." It's dangerous, Tiny, you have to think about it. You're a good friend of mine, but I don't want you to get into any trouble—"

"That's why I'm going to help you, Griffyne."

"Thank you," the silver-haired girl glanced in the direction of the terrace - the sound of the mountain and tsunami sounded again. This means that a certain game has decided the winner - her silver eyes flashed, "Let me help you pick a few people who can walk with you on this mission and keep you safe, Tiny-"

"Of course I want Sister Nimmes," said Magdal, with a rare sly look on her face, which she would only reveal in Griffiin's presence: "With her together, there is someone with whom I can talk to relieve my boredom." ”

The princess smiled slightly: "You are not polite at all, and you are about to leave the best knight under my command." But in that case, I will have to bear the pain of parting with my love—except that you have to take care of Sister Nimmeheath, who has a much worse temper than I do. ”

"Nature." Magdal blinked.

That being said, in fact, all three of them have known each other since childhood. They know each other best about each other's personalities, and although Nimeheath is born with an indifferent temperament, she is not a person who loses her temper with others.

At this time, a tsunami-like cheer sounded outside the terrace again, drowning out the sound of qiē inside the room. This time, unlike the previous ones, the boiling voices were long-lasting, and both people who were familiar with this qiē understood that it was a sign that the final stage of the Cavaliers' game was approaching.

The half-elf princess was distracted by the voice, and she looked up, her light silver eyes sparkling. However, after a while, he spoke, "Let's go, let's go and see which good young people can be lucky enough to walk with Tiny—"

Magdal smiled and nodded.

……

The second round is about to begin.

Freya's palms were full of sweat, and her heart was pounding. If the spectators outside could take a closer look at the face of the girl from the countryside of Buch, they would have noticed the crimson that looked like a ripe apple—she was panting violently, sweat sliding down her pointed chin, and the military uniform behind her was already soaked—and the future Valkyrie felt a little overwhelmed by the successive fights.

She has defeated many opponents along the way and has already attracted the attention of many people. As a new member of this class of young students, such a performance can be said to be excellent. But Freya knew that she was not the only one who did this, and on the other field, Breson and the other three students also became the most dazzling among the young students of this class.

She wiped the beads of sweat from her chin with her hand, and she was indeed the least outstanding of them in comparison.

Breson defeated his foe in just three moves in his last fight, a member of the Reserve Knights who was one level above him. When Freya saw that scene, she realized that this young man, who had seemed a little impulsive and immature in the past, had now become more and more calm and mature, and that the swordsmanship in his hand had also improved to this point.

Freya could almost imagine that amazing talent shining on Bresson's sword, and the other party had found his place, and this was his best stage.

But in comparison, she herself is a little confused.