Act 36 Princess Nun

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The girl sitting on the bench was surprised to see her close friend with long silver hair hanging loosely on her princess dress. She was as slender as a doll, and her light silver eyes were filled with calmness and calmness. A half-elf princess. However, this seemingly weak girl is famous in the aristocratic circle for her strong character.

The silver dagger inlaid with emeralds she wore looked like a sword used by noble ladies for self-defense and suicide, but Magdal had no doubt that she could easily subdue an adult man with that sword - of course, such a The statement is still not appropriate. Her Royal Highness's swordsmanship is famous among the royal family, and even an official knight of the kingdom is no match for her.

The girl put her hands on her knees and couldn't help feeling a little envious. She is also a princess. She comes from the Manticore Principality. She and Griffith have known each other since they were children. The two have always been close friends. But she envies the other person's ability to naturally show off her external strength. She even The details between every tiny movement show the extremely independent temperament of this princess. In contrast, she grew up learning strict aristocratic etiquette. Although she was well-educated and knowledgeable, outsiders always regarded her as a gentle, quiet and elegant rich lady.

It can even be said that he is a model for most nobles in Warnd. However, Magdal herself does not like this kind of praise. She wants to freely pursue the life she wants, but she does not know what she wants. What is life really like, not to mention her serious character that forces her to take responsibility for her own destiny. The Manticore Principality is just a tiny country in the north of Eruin." For a girl of her status, the future destiny is already determined. of knitting thread.

"Why are you suddenly asking me to go to Ampelsel, Griffiin? Is it because of the war?" The half-elf princess nodded.

Suddenly there was a roaring sound outside the terrace, and the knights were competing in the square outside. However, the voice quickly died down and did not affect the conversation between the two people in the room.

"Has the situation become tense enough?" Magdale asked in a low voice.

"What do you think, Tini?" My brother moved faster than I imagined. The Dukes have formed an alliance, and although that old fox Anlek is still hesitant, I think he will make a decision soon..." The silver-haired girl stated unhurriedly, as if she was saying something. Something that has nothing to do with her.

"Maybe there is a turning point, Griffin..." Magdal couldn't help but say.

"It's not that simple, Tini. Enlek has always been ambitious. If he wants to be justified, he must either stand with my dear brother or stand with us." The half-elf princess paused and said quietly. : "I don't mind marriage," but I'm worried that it will harm Haruze..."

So the girl sitting opposite her stopped talking and looked at her calmly. They were both close friends and knew that the other would not be stumped by this difficulty.

Because if this is the case, she is not the princess of Eruin.

"Actually, my main concern is Count Jean Denel," the silver-haired girl lowered her voice. "If Duke Anlek is like the dark clouds in the northern sky, it will bring storms at any time. But as long as the wind direction is correct, He is not necessarily our enemy, he can also be an ally. But I suspect that "the Earl behind me" may show up to us from behind at any time. head……"

Magdal was so brown that there was a glimmer of interest in her eyes,

She suddenly said, "I happened to hear something, Griffin, that might interest you.", "Tell me, Tini..."

The princess of the Manticore Principality pulled her body slightly closer: "I have a friend who just sent me a magic letter from Jean Denel. He said in the letter that Count Jean Denel seemed to have encountered some trouble. There were some rebellions in his territory, and I think he may not have time to care about things outside the territory for the time being..."

"Are you a friend of the temple..." the half-elf princess asked seriously.

Magdal nodded slightly.

The silver-haired girl looked at her close friend seriously. "Even though he did not have the blood of an elf, the other person's beauty was just as good as hers, but completely different. His long soft golden hair seemed to shine under the soft light anytime, anywhere. It was like a layer of divine radiance underneath, setting off her quiet and soft face.

It is not without reason that this girl is called the frowning angel, although such beauty is extremely rare among humans. Griffith couldn't help but think of the charming queen of an ancient human empire in mythology.

It's just that the queen's fate was really miserable in the end." This made her frown slightly and shook her head to throw the thought out of her mind.

In addition, Magdal herself is an extremely devout believer. She is very close to the Temple of Fire and maintains very good personal friendships with many regional priests in the temple. She was even nicknamed the nun princess by many nobles because of her extremely harmonious relationship with the temple.

The great priests of the temple have publicly praised this girl for her devotion to her faith." It is precisely for this reason that the nun princess was not harassed too much because of her beauty.

Because the fact is often like this, between royal power and divine power,” the former makes people yearn for, while the latter is more feared.

"Tini," do you still remember a joke we heard when we were learning the etiquette between royal families..." The half-elf princess suddenly asked: "In Eruin, there is no lord who will not deal with one or two rebellions. Otherwise he is not a real lord..."

Magdal smiled slightly, probably remembering the carefree days of the past through Griffin's words.

"Actually, it's the same everywhere, Griffin.", "Yes," the silver-haired girl nodded: "So don't place your hopes on what will happen to others. I hope that Earl Denel will be in a hurry for a while. But we still have to do what we should do..."

"Then what can I do, Griffiin?", "I hope you will use your relationship with the temple to persuade the merchants of Ampelsel to refuse the coalition's request to borrow money to go south..." The half-elf princess replied: " Tini, the Freeport is protected by the temple. They have this ability, but I am worried that the businessmen will be tempted by profits." "I know the presiding priest in the Ampelsel area. I can give it a try..." Magdal thought for a moment. After a moment, he asked: "But when do I want to leave, Griffin?" "No need to worry," Griffin said: "As soon as you leave my place, I guess the Dukes will get it immediately." information. This matter is very dangerous, Tini, you have to think carefully. "Although you are my good friend, I don't want you to get into any trouble." "That's why I want to help you, Griffin..."

"Thank you." The silver-haired girl glanced in the direction of the terrace before the roar of the mountains and the tsunami sounded again. This means that a certain game will determine the winner. Her silver eyes flashed: "Let me help you choose a few people." They can go with you to complete this task and protect your safety, Tini..."

"Then of course I want Sister Nimesis," Magdale said with a rare cunning look on her face. Only in front of Griffin would she reveal such an unknown side: "With her together, there is also You can chat with me personally to relieve your boredom..."

The princess smiled slightly: "You are not polite at all. You want to leave my best knight. But since this is the case," I can only bear the pain and give up. But you have to take good care of sister Nimesis, she has a very bad temper. I'm much worse..."

"Of course..." Magdale blinked.

Having said that, the three of them are actually close friends who have known each other since childhood. They understand each other's personalities best. Although Nymesis is born with a cold temperament, she is not someone who loses her temper with others casually.

At this time, a tsunami of cheers sounded outside the terrace again, covering all the sounds in the house. This time is different from the previous times." The roar of the crowd continued for a long time, making the two people who were familiar with all this understand that this meant that the final stage of the Cavaliers game was coming.

The half-elf princess was diverted by this voice. She raised her head, her light silver eyes sparkling. However, after a long while, he said: "Let's go and see which outstanding young people can be lucky enough to travel with Tini..."

Magdal smiled and nodded.

The second round of competition was about to begin. Freya's palms were all sweaty, and her heart was pounding even more.

If the audience outside could look carefully at the face of this girl from the countryside of Butchi, they would definitely notice that it was as bright red as a ripe apple. She was panting violently, and sweat was sliding down her pointed chin. "The military uniform behind her has already been soaked through. Many consecutive battles have made the future Valkyrie feel a little exhausted.

She has defeated many opponents along the way and has attracted the attention of many people. As a new member of this generation of young students, this performance can be said to be outstanding. But Freya knows that she is not the only one like her." On another venue, Brayson and three other students also became the most dazzling presence among the young students in this period.

She wiped the sweat on her chin with her hand. In comparison, she could indeed be regarded as the least outstanding one among these people.

In the last battle, Brayson used only three moves to defeat his enemy, a member of the Reserve Knights who was one level higher than him. When Freya saw that scene, she realized that this young man who used to seem a little impulsive and immature had now become calmer and more mature, and his sword skills had also improved to this point.

Freya could almost imagine the stunning talent shining brightly on Brayson's sword. The opponent had already found his own place, and this was his best stage.

But in comparison, she herself was a little confused.