"Mr. Prague, welcome." Harry stepped forward, smiling that was neither exaggerated nor too fake.

The middle-aged man in front of him didn't seem to like to use the title of His Majesty, King and the like to express his identity, compared to these rigid titles, he preferred to be called this ordinary person, Heradic is a country that follows the new system, and it is also the only country on the continent that has resolutely changed after thousands of years of system, this must be a new custom over there, maybe so.

"You should be His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince of the Munster Empire." Mr. Bragg looked down at the little boy who was walking towards him, and said with a faint smile on his face, giving people a kind feeling.

"Yes, Mr. Prague." Harry didn't hesitate to answer, as if he was worried about the impatience of the person in front of him.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person, is this the first time you've done something like this? ………… It seems that it is, in the face of people like me, it is good to keep a normal mind to face it, and the more I think about this aspect of things, sometimes it will be worse. Mr. Bragg stared at Harry for a moment, then reached out and stroked Harry's hair, speaking in a soft, instructive tone.

"Thank you very much for the Empire for sending the Sixth Prince to entertain you, Minister Bo Nai is really tired of you." Mr. Bragg withdrew his hand to comfort Harry and said to the handsome old man behind him.

"Mr. Prague was able to come to the territory of the empire, and he did not fulfill the friendship of the landlords, but it was rude on our side." Minister Bo Nai said humbly.

"If your country really does this, it will make me very troubled, for this kind of grand welcome scene, according to my character, I am afraid that I still can't accept it, this kind of simple but sincere reception is not better." Mr. Bragg said, glancing at Harry.

Chancellor Bernay didn't say anything, bowed his head, and humbly stepped aside, continuing to play the role of Harry's faithful servant.

Harry wanted to say something, but his mouth closed again, as if he was afraid of something, and his black pupils became darker because of his low mood, and such an action was reflected in the eyes of the man in front of him.

"If you don't mind, can His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince enter the main hall with me?" Mr. Prague extended an invitation.

Harry was stunned for a moment, his eyes glowing with his own color again.

Suddenly, without warning, the sky was the golden petals visible to the naked eye flying on the steps leading to the main hall, with a very light weight, almost no weight of the virtual petals fell on the steps, did not disappear because it touched the ground, nor did it dissipate directly for any reason, as if it was originally a real petal, with the fragrance of flowers and the warmth of light through the air, through breathing, transmitted to everyone's sense of smell, real existence.

Harry stretched out his hand, touching the fluttering petals, feeling the temperature on the petals and the smell in the air, and looked up the steps in confusion, his pupils dilated for a moment as if he had seen something shocking.

The silk white robe representing holiness is covered on the steps, moving with the gentle movement of the master, dignified and ceremonial walking, the hem of the robe covering the surrounding steps is also slowly dragged, and the special beautiful gold pattern is depicted on the collar, sleeves, and hem of the white robe dragging the ground, and there are also these special beautiful gold patterns on the nun hat worn on the head, the owner of this robe is also a woman with outstanding figure, a figure between a woman and a girl, and the moderately developed chest is covered by the robe, Although she doesn't have a huge boobs that attract attention like any pink-haired woman, she has beautiful curves and a trend of development, thin waist, thin legs, thin hands, and hips, she has the conditions that she is most proud of as a woman, but her breasts should still be in the development stage, and she does not hide her beauty under this robe, but also embodies this holy beauty, even if the hazy light veil covering her face covers the face under her eyes, Or judging the appearance of the owner under the veil according to the vague contours of the face and the impeccable figure, she is definitely a great beauty, with the long white hair that is casually disclosed, and the overall viewing gives people a holy beauty that cannot be described in words, and the woman who walks down the stairs is not the saint who is famous in the mainland, Dolores.

Everyone's eyes turned to the holy woman bathed in golden petals on the steps, and they couldn't leave their eyes for a moment.

"Come with me, Mr. Prague, for His Holiness the Pope has been waiting for you in the main hall for a long time." The first sentence of the saint was so amazing, a beautiful soft voice, but it did not contain any emotion in it, as if speaking in a cold and cold tone, there was a sense of arrogance, but it was different from the arrogance of the status of the nobles, but another indescribable meaning.

"I see, trouble the saint." Mr. Prague said, looking at the saint on the steps.

The saint's short words came to an end, and she turned around and led the nun who served her up the steps she had walked again, leaving Harry with a beautiful back.

Good...... It's so powerful, the saint is worthy of being a legendary hero of the Holy See, she can maintain an indifferent expression in the face of anyone, just looking at her, you can feel the momentum that she inadvertently exudes, calmly speaking, in the calm departure, every step is like inconsequential, is this the loneliness of the so-called strong?! Even God is helping her, and aren't these flying petals a miracle caused by God! Harry was thrilled to see an idol.

Maybe some people think that this is too much fuss, isn't it just to meet a saint, this can't blame Harry for making a fuss, but the desire in his heart is driving Harry to think like this, if one day the person you are longing for suddenly appears in front of you, although he has not said a word, but his heart seems to be filled, full of happiness.

Harry was only four years old at that time, fifteen or sixteen years old at the age of time traveled, he should have long passed his childhood, and the heroes of that fantasy should have been replaced by reality a long time ago, but Harry still maintained the most sincere fantasy in his heart, the fantasy of fairy tales.

Harry's mother in this world is a very, very competent mother, she loves Harry more than herself, delicious and delicious things will be the first to be left to Harry, and the fairy tales before going to bed are also very gentle to young Harry, in terms of doting, mother cherishes Harry like this.

And Harry, before he crossed over, was a silly child who would still love his mother no matter what he would be beaten up by his mother, and his mother and grandmother were the most important relatives to him.

But the reality played a huge joke on him, with an unwilling death, and then became a certain woman's child in horror, everything is really weird, to suddenly accept this inexplicable rebirth, how can you accept it all at once, unknown voice, unknown world and the woman in front of him who raised himself, Harry, who only went to junior high school, has not experienced a cruel society, he is just an ignorant child, so in the face of this unknown fear, he chooses to forget his past self, Put your mind on a newborn baby.

The fairy tale books he read were a milestone in his understanding of the world, and the heroes in them were the objects of his young self's longing at the time, he was just a good son who liked to read fairy tale books and his mother, and that's it.

"God is actually existing, everyone on the continent knows things, different gods have different powers, and also have corresponding management areas, such as the protector of the forest, the goddess of the forest, she manages all the trees on the continent, she can interfere with the growth of trees, and can also decide its life and death, just like a centralized emperor, every move determines the life and death of the people.

And the goddess of light is also a god in charge of a certain realm, but the power she involves is too extensive, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the origin of all things in the world.

Because of this, no one can say whether the continent was created by the magician Ecente or the goddess of light, after all, in the distant era, we humans have not yet appeared, so the continent is mainly divided into two factions, one is not believers, and the other is the light of believers. Mr. Bragg looked at the falling miracle petals in front of him, and said in a tone that followed the words of the book, unhurriedly, and with clarity without any subjective evaluation.

Mr. Prague led the generals behind him up the tall staircase divided into three stages, each of which had a flat ground that could cushion the fatigue of climbing the stairs, and although it was a combination of five or six steps, it was still a slight rest for those who had climbed more than three hundred steps.

The three-tiered staircase leading to the main hall had a thousand steps about fifteen centimeters wide, and even if there was a cushion every three hundred steps, it would still make an ordinary person sweat and panting, and on either side of each flat ground were heavily armed Templars standing, looking down from the lowest point, like an extra-long staircase built into the sun.

"In this way, everything in front of me is also a reason for the Goddess of Light to interfere, and it is a welcome gift to Mr. Bragg on behalf of the Holy Maiden?!" The Sixth Prince, Harry, who was petite in height and size, was walking on the same steps as Mr. Pragg, and the Sixth Prince Harry said in an uncertain tone.

"Do you know the Flower of Light?" Mr. Bragg didn't reply to Harry's question, but smiled and asked another question.

"No...... I don't know. Harry of the Sixth Prince replied in a hesitant manner, because he didn't know anything, and many times when people asked him some questions, he tilted his head like a fool and couldn't do anything, it was really disappointing, what was the difference between being illiterate and illiterate, Harry thought to himself.

"The flower of light, is a unique plant in the place where the gods live, with light as the condition for survival, regardless of any harsh climate and land can survive, as long as there is light, it is said that it is a flower created by the goddess of light herself, there is no special effect, it is simply used for ornamentation, and it is recorded in the holy canon of the Holy See of Light." As if comforting a wounded animal, Mr. Bragg's voice dropped slightly, and he spoke softly in a voice that could be heard.

"How did the Flower of Light appear?" Harry was able to live up to his comfort, and in order to live up to his husband's comfort, Harry relaxed and mustered up courage, and then spoke out the doubts in his heart.

"This is the crux of the matter, why does the flower of light that only exists in the kingdom of God appear, this is because the saint is a human being favored by the goddess, the goddess treats the saint as her own child, if the goddess is regarded as a lowly human mother who will work hard to make money in order to make her children wear good clothes to meet the conditions for buying clothes, this kind of love may be like now, a great mother who pampers her children." Mr. Pragg's description is very vivid and easy to understand, if he chooses to be a teacher who teaches students, he must be a good teacher, but what kind of meaning is contained in the language, whether it is sarcasm or simply for the sake of simple explanation, only I know.

"So...... If so, does it mean that this is a miracle descended by the goddess herself, and she is also observing us?! Harry didn't notice anything unusual in Mr. Bragg's words, and after listening to what he said, he only felt as if someone was staring at him in the sky, and the feeling of being all the time was self-evidently very uncomfortable, as if he heard other people saying bad things about him, which was definitely not right.

"Haha, that's what you said, the goddess may be observing our words and deeds at this time, maybe she will send down heavenly punishment to punish us leisurely people later." Mr. Bragg laughed out loud in surprise, and said in a childlike tone.

"Huh?!" Harry couldn't help but let out a scream like a small animal when he heard what he said.

"You don't have to worry so much, you will not be punished by heaven as a goddess, after all, you are also her child, goddess." Mr. Bragg put away his smile, not knowing if he was speaking to Harry or to the god who was watching over them.

"Thank you, Mr. Bragg." Harry thanked him, knowing that Mr. Bragg wanted to calm his nerves, and had deliberately used this method to help him.

“…… Your Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, you give me a different feeling from others, you have a very kind heart, and you know it through your eyes. Mr. Bragg was silent for a moment, and only then did he speak as he reached the cushioned ground of the first staircase, his eyes looking ahead.

"Is it kind? I'm not as good as you say............ Mr. Prague is a very gentle man, he is obviously a king, but he does not have that unattainable feeling, he knows how to care about people, and he must be very happy as your people. Harry paused and said with a smile.

"yes, everyone should be happy." Mr. Prague said lonely.

"Is there anything bothering Mr. Bragg?" Harry sensed the loneliness in Mr. Bragg's tone, and asked worriedly.

"There are also some problems in the country, I think am I really a good king myself? Is it worthy of the gentleness you call it? Maybe I'm really not fit to be a good king among the people......" said Mr. Bragg without hesitation, as if he were pouring out his troubles in front of a psychiatrist, but was prevented.

"Ahem!!" Someone coughed behind him, as if warning something.

"Mr. Prague, please pay attention to the occasion." The woman's serious voice sounded, giving the feeling of being reprimanded by the teacher.

"I'm sorry, that's it, I'll take care of it, Relith, don't stare at me with the harsh eyes that can whip me, okay?" Mr. Bragg looked back and said with a wry smile.