The princess of Violet sat calmly in her wheelchair and looked straight ahead, and the guards standing in two rows by the door of the hall immediately bowed to the regent of the kingdom with spears in hand.

A maiden attendant named Rana leaned slightly over the side of the wheelchair and asked the princess for orders with her amber eyes. The princess nodded at her with half of her cheek, and the long-standing understanding between the master and slave made her immediately grasp the latter's thoughts, and then pushed the wheelchair forward along the red carpet beneath her feet.

The wheels of the wheelchair ran over the neat carpet, and Prince Juventus stood beside the Count of Charles, watching his sister be pushed by her hand-in-waiting lady from the small steps at the end of the banquet hall that had been vacated for the celebrants.

The eyes of the nobles wandered between the wheelchair princess and the maiden attendant in the process. When their eyes moved to the maiden attendant named Ran Na, the members of the Wang Party kept smiling on the surface, but many of them suddenly had a burst of intolerable discrimination in their hearts.

The maiden's squire's wheat-colored skin and taller figure than most girls prove that she is a descendant of the barbarians left over from King Atrik's conquest of the land, and some rumors circulating in the court denounce her as a lover's escort that Her Royal Highness deliberately left behind.

The inability of same-sex attracting love to leave heirs to the fiefdom for future generations has long been stigmatized in the rules of the game in aristocratic circles, and the church, which is above the world, also considers this behavior to represent uncleanness and symbolize depravity.

The royal party objected to Princess Tiphia's excessive interference in the country's politics, and they took such a view of the rumors as a big deal, thinking that it would not be bad for King Bagh's daughter to stumble over this pebble.

The nobles of the Regency faction did not believe that the leader of the faction they supported was really as bad as the rumors suggested, but they still couldn't completely ignore these nasty gossip like flies, after all, Princess Tiphia will turn eighteen this year, and this age is already the time for the children of the royal family to talk about marriage, and the young emperor Alexios II of the Faentan Empire is undoubtedly an impeccable marriage partner, and they sometimes can't help but think - what is this princess who is known as a genius waiting for?

You can't let His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire join the royal family of Fillandz, right?

That's not too much, at least it's as unreal as a dream.

After a while, the noise of the nobles covering their mouths with their hands and whispering gradually subsided as the maiden attendant Rana pushed Princess Tivia's wheelchair up the steps.

After carefully pushing the wheelchair up the steps, the maiden attendant skillfully turned the wheelchair to face the banquet hall. The Princess's long flaxen hair, which hung down her cheeks, was gently lifted by the faint flow of air, and her eyes then quietly met the gaze of the nobles on her face, and soon a voice from the crowd of goblets at the dinner party asked her, "What about Your Majesty?" ”

Princess Tifia glanced sideways, and Count Wernard stepped forward from the corner of the hall, and questioned the old knight who had come from the empire in his youth.

"Father is unwell, and I will attend the banquet on his behalf tonight." The young princess sat at a distance, gazing into the eyes of the old knight, and answered in a gentle and calm voice.

The hall was filled with discussion again.

After a few seconds, Princess Tifia raised her hand to signal silence, and the nobles immediately shut their mouths in amusement when they understood the gesture, knowing that the business that had prompted the dinner was coming.

"As all of you here know, Hurengel had started a fire the night before that we could see from afar." After calming down the scene, the princess in a wheelchair glanced at the main entrance of the hall, which had been reclosed by two guards, and then recounted the disaster that shook the country overnight, "According to the investigation report of the Templar Church, the Mithril Knights who had gone to reinforce were attacked by the undead in the city, and the skeletons of demonic creatures were found in the ruins. Knight Roderick, is it true that the church's investigation is so? ”

As she spoke, she shifted her gaze back to where she had been, at the Mithril Knight known as the Silver Lion beside Count Vilnard.

Princess Tifia noticed that Roderick, the silver lion, valued faith over a fief, and chose to address him as a "knight" rather than a "knight", indicating her respect for the lion of the Church and her personal obsession with seeing herself more as a priest.

The middle-aged knight Roderick looked up at the young princess regent in his field of vision, and after a while, he replied in his mature and rich voice: "Yes, we have found traces of the undead and demons in Hurenger. The Marshallese priest is now staying in the city to organize the reconstruction, and he tells us that the Cult of the Devil was involved in the disaster. ”

"You mean the Demon Shepherd?" As soon as the Mithril Knight finished speaking, a lady standing next to him suddenly looked at him and gasped.

Similar to the lady, many of the nobles in the hall were also in amazement, surprise, and a little inexplicable fear.

Of course, they have heard of the notoriety of the Demon Shepherd.

According to ancient legends, the demons who sleep in the Brimstone Hell and the Bottomless Abyss have been waiting for an awakening time to descend on the surface. The followers of the Cult of Demon Pastors believe that destruction is the truth of all things, and no one is unaware that this group of mad cultists is constantly trying to use magical contracts to form a fearsome demon army to destroy everything.

"So what are we going to do?" In the middle of the day, an earl who was a vassal of the Duke of Conlotte spread his hands to the other viscount beside him and asked this crucial question.

His question was quickly answered by the other nobles and quickly spread among the crowd.

Prince Juventus and Count Charles stood in the crowd and quietly watched the commotion.

Soon, the tumultuous crowd was once again settled by Princess Tifia. Princess Tifia raised her hand for the second time to signal the kingdom's ministers to be silent, and then continued to look at the silver lion Roderick with her two navy-blue eyes and asked, "So, Knight Roderick, what does the church think about this matter?" What does His Holiness want us to do? ”

"The Church wants the kingdom to devote its energies to the rebuilding of Hurenger, and to leave the investigation of the incident to the Mithril Knights." Roderick replied calmly.

"Shouldn't it be a priority to assist in the investigation?" Someone couldn't help but interject.

"The rebuilding of the Holy City is about the cohesion of the faith." The Mithril Knight replied to the man in passing, "That's what the Pope meant." ”

"Sir Wernard, Sir Charlie, then." The princess in the wheelchair glanced in two different directions in the hall, and began to use the power of the regent to issue a royal order, "Andolem and Silver Sparrow City are closer to Hurenger, you don't need to use the standing army under your respective command, but the kingdom needs you to recruit a group of peasants to Hurenger. The direct jurisdiction of the Holy City is to be taken back by my father for the time being, and I will send someone to inform the Marshallese Priest to contact you as soon as possible. ”

"Do as the king commands." The two counts of the royal party stood in two places in the hall and turned their heads to glance at each other, and then at the same time declared their loyalty to the kingdom.

"Sir Conlot." After receiving a definite reply from the Count Vilnard and the Count Charles, Princess Tifia then looked at the Duke of Gorantia, "I would like to express my condolences and regrets on a personal behalf to Monsieur Anthony in his affairs, but the present situation does not allow us to waste our time on grief. The undead of the north have been united, your fiefdom encompasses the entire Golantian Plain, and the kingdom needs you to pay more attention to the defense of the fortress of Osoruni, and we need to have more eyes than ever. ”

"Nature." Duke Conlotte kowtowed, clenched his fist and placed his right hand on his chest, "For Your Majesty." ”

In the days that followed, Princess Tifia took advantage of the dinner to announce to the nobles a number of new policies, which were largely tied to the future of the kingdom, as if to be prepared in advance for an impending storm.

The aristocrats stood in the crowd at the foot of the stairs thoughtfully, and the visitors present could feel a more or less nervous crawl out of their hearts.

The demented king still wears a noble crown, and everyone knows the open and secret rivalry between the royal party and the regents. As the kingdom's internal strife remains unresolved, Hurenger's fires ensu, and threats from abroad begin to spit out like a poisonous snake waking up from hibernation.

"The heroic spirit of the first king is above, and I vaguely feel that a turmoil is not far from us." Raising his hand and touching his heart, he exhaled slowly, Count Charles raised his head and looked at the ceiling above his head, and the vision in his eyes suddenly became complicated.

"But turmoil also represents opportunity." Prince Juventus looked at the Count beside him in a low voice, and a flash of fire flashed in his pupils, "Old friend, let's think about the bright side...... The king's chance has come! ”