Soothing and soft music wafted through the banquet hall, where a large number of bright-looking people gathered, either nobles from Farran or the surrounding kingdoms, or merchants with large fortunes.

People smile and talk, drink and have fun, and in these ways they exchange certain benefits.

On the second floor of the ballroom, Sylvie sat alone in the corner, her hands on her hair.

There are almost no people coming up on the second floor, so it's obviously a good choice to fish here.

Today, she wore a dark green evening gown, her long burgundy hair was tied into a twisted braid and coiled back of her head, and her earrings and headdress were the most shining magic crystals.

Live like a Disney princess in a cartoon, of course, a princess with normal skin color.

"Ouch, Your Highness Sylvie—" The freckled young maid walked up to the second floor and spotted Sylvie, "my dear dear, several young and handsome heirs to the great nobility want to talk to you." ”

"But I don't want to talk to them, they are sometimes as greasy as a meatloaf at six o'clock in the morning." There was obvious resistance in Sylvie's eyes.

She hated the disgusting aura that emanated between the pretense and gestures of the aristocracy. Truth be told, if she could, she'd rather cast a dummy magic spell and have it come to the banquet here instead of herself.

Unfortunately, no, her Templar brother could see it at a glance.

"Then what's the matter, this birthday party was originally prepared for Your Highness Sylvie." The maid said, standing aside.

"It's a gathering where my father is looking for allies for himself."

"Shh The freckled maid hastened to stop Sylvie from talking, and she looked carefully outside, making sure no one noticed this side, before continuing:

"Your Highness, don't say such things in front of others!"

"Alright, Miley, I know what to say when I'm outside."

"I hope so, Your Highness Sylvie, you don't have to sit here for too long, you will need to greet everyone when the banquet officially begins."

"Well, got it, I'll go." Sylvie nodded.

She watched the maid walk downstairs step by step to entertain the nobles who seemed to be personable, and her heart became even more resistant to these things.

Today is her seventeenth birthday, and in a year she will also be an adult, and then she will become the rightful heir of the Kingdom of Fran.

Because she is the only suitable person in the blood of today's king.

But when she thought of the entire kingdom and the thought of dealing with those power eyes all day long, her whole body seemed to be suffocated.

Rather than that, she prefers to sit in the lab and study magic, enjoying the pure pleasure that magic brings.

By the way, I don't know what happened to him...... Sylvi thought of Ehashi, of what she had heard that day about the mysteries of the nature of magic, and about the rules of the other world.

Her eyes immediately brightened, and a smile appeared on the corners of her mouth, there was at least something in this world that she was searching for and studying.

Sylvie was still in a state of pure hope, when the freckled maid hurried up and whispered to Sylvie:

"Your Highness Sylvie, it's time to go, everyone is waiting for you."

......

The music at the banquet became solemn, and the nobles with elegant manners gathered together, all holding their glasses and looking at the stage, at the heroic young man.

He was the eldest son of the kingdom and the rumored youngest promising Templar. Flange.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and it is a pleasure for you to deign to come to my sister's birthday party." Xilin always maintained a gentle and humble smile.

"Father, his old man still has important things to do tonight, so he can't come, I hope you can understand."

"Enjoy, everyone, today's banquet will be one of our best memories."

The crowd erupted in applause, and Xilin bowed in every direction and stepped back from the stage amid applause.

......

The rhythm of the music became soothing again, and Sylvie made her way to the first floor of the banquet hall surrounded by several maids.

All eyes were on her, as if admiring the most beautiful jewel in the world, "the most beautiful jewel of the kingdom of France," as the people of the kingdom described her.

Sylvie couldn't bear the stares, and she came to Xilin's side with her trademark smile and graceful steps.

This frustrated several eager noble heirs, who could not survive the Templar's gaze for more than three seconds.

"Why don't you go and get some cake?" Xilin touched his sister's head dotingly.

"It's so sweet, it's going to get fat." Sylvie said.

Xilin laughed in surprise, "I've never seen you say such things before, I remember, when you were a child, you ate cake as a meal." ”

"Oh, brother—" Sylvie suddenly became embarrassed.

Xi Lin wanted to say something to tease her, but three aristocratic young men who were dressed very well came up, and their eyes crossed Sylvie's body from time to time.

"Your Royal Highness, it's been a long time." The three of them bowed slightly.

Xilin also nodded in acknowledgement.

"Princess Sylvie is getting more and more beautiful, and the 'Jewel of the Fran' couldn't be more suitable for you." The young man at the head said.

"Thank you." Sylvie responded politely, with the most standard smile.

She was somewhat familiar with these three people, but she didn't know the specific names, only that they were the heirs of certain grand dukes.

"Looking forward to the day when Her Royal Highness the princess comes of age, the jewel of the flange will definitely become even more dazzling."

"Thank you......" Sylvie had been polite, but before she could finish speaking, her movements suddenly stopped, and a smiling face was a raging wave.

She made an excuse and turned to leave, and the noisy banquet hall fell silent as everyone stared at Sylvie's hurried back.

But fortunately, Xilin quickly returned to normal, and he still entertained everyone with a gentle smile.

......

Leaving the ballroom, Sylvie trotted through the night along the boulevard of the palace, her destination being her room, specifically the laboratory beneath the room.

No one would have imagined that there would be a witch's laboratory hidden under the princess's boudoir, and that the soldiers who patrolled the palace day and night would not have imagined it.

Just now, some kind of feeling happened in her mind, and it was about that door, it must have changed somehow.

Wait for me...... Sylvie hurried into the night.

......

There is no way to take this door, you can't go in and you can't close it, Jiang Qiao simply sat on the floor and looked at the textbook Cheng Ruoxi gave him, and it was a review.

Cheng Xiaohei sat in the courtyard, fighting wits and courage with the flowers and plants.

I have to say that this Nizi not only has good grades, but also writes quite delicately, a bit of regular script and line book in parallel, and is worthy of being a ruthless person who has practiced calligraphy from childhood to adulthood.

Take this set of books and hand it to the teacher, and the leader can't help but croak happily?

Hey...... Jiang Qiao could already imagine the teacher praising him.

Time passed minute by minute, and Jiang Qiao was already immersed in the book.

I don't know why, looking at it, his heart is beating faster and faster.

Rest for a while, Ehashi thought.

He stretched, his head raised.

The girl in a dark green evening dress with long, burgundy hair was looking at him with a smile.

"Hello, Jiang Qiao."