Chapter 226 Princess

"And I don't see your sincerity." The black-haired young man looked indifferently at the audience around him. Those people had fallen into a state of daze and intoxication due to the magic of the Etilo Virgin. "You dragged these innocent people into your tricks. Are you trying to lure me in, or to use this as a warning or threat?"

Aside from the few people he was close to, the powerful in this world always had a certain arrogance that made them treat their own kind, especially the weakest, as if they were not human. This was true of Priestess Apatella, Saint Talon of Alan, and even the Dustless Light, Pavaton Miller. However, the latter at least managed to conceal this, and the Church of Radiance gained more followers because of it.

A hint of surprise flashed across Apatla's face. Obviously, he didn't expect to offend someone on this level.

An ordinary person, like a ghost from an unknown source, pale to the point of being frightening. Many people surrounded him, some of them terrifying, but no one could look away from the depths of those smoky grey eyes.

To be honest, before being tricked by this man, the priestess always treated this chosen one with a teasing and frivolous attitude, mixed with some kind of subtle jealousy that drove her crazy... or rather, she deeply hated any existence that stole the attention of the god of love, but forced herself to love him, just because Analene loved him.

Why would Analene choose an ordinary person? What could an ordinary person bring to the gods? Those most extreme desires, the purest desires, the most maddening love—none of them. He didn't even have "loyalty." His arrogance was blasphemous, and he naturally dragged the gods into his own chess game.

...But now, she needs to try her best to regain some initiative from an ordinary person in this completely unequal confrontation.

"...I didn't think you'd care about that." The priestess seemed calmer. She chuckled softly, "My dear, I swear, there won't be any problems with them."

Maxine took a step forward and blocked the black-haired young man behind her. The red-haired girl stared at him warily. Although the beautiful woman was smiling, she felt inexplicably hairy all over, giving her a very familiar bad premonition.

Another madman.

"Little sister, why are you looking at me like that? It's almost as if I'd hurt him." Apatella covered her mouth with her slender fingers painted with bright red nail polish, looking at them with grievance and sadness. "I'm just a pitiful, abandoned, infatuated woman. How dare I do evil in front of a god?"

The blond god being mentioned showed no emotion on his face.

"If you say another word of nonsense, you will never speak again." The professor said coldly.

"Okay, okay, what an impatient man." Apatella sighed and said slowly, "I believe you all know our Queen Esmerel."

Her red lips moved as she said lightly, "But did you know that she was the previous Chosen One chosen by Analene?"

“…”

Magnus stood quietly by the side, holding the lyre. His painted face, which usually wore a flamboyant smile, now had a strange calm, like colorful porcelain with its glaze showing. Only his eyes sparkled.

The professor narrowed his eyes slightly and asked calmly, "How are you going to prove that you're not just talking nonsense?"

As early as his first meeting with the Silver Helmet Knight, this person had guessed something. Now that his guess was confirmed, he did not show any complacency - the word "previous" made him a little concerned.

The priestess was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "My real name is Nivena Yuri Makian."

Machian is a royal surname, which means that the other party is a real member of the royal family.

"The current emperor is my half-brother. The royal family considers me a stain, but I've learned a lot because of this...more than you and they can imagine." The real princess smiled strangely and dangerously, her crimson eyes fixed unblinking on the emotionless smoky-gray pupils. "For example, what did Esmerel and my good brother gain and lose from Analene—"

"You're going against the Silver Iris Royal Family, aren't you?" Her voice became softer and sweeter, with a hint of gloating. "Anyway, I hate this bloodline in me. I'm happy to tell you the secret they want to hide the most..."

Nova stared calmly at the slightly distorted face and pointed out the crux of the matter sharply: "What about you? What do you want?"

“…”

The exaggerated expression on the priestess's face, which was full of performance, finally faded into blankness.

"I want to know Analene's whereabouts." After a long silence, Apatella said very calmly. The priestess, who had seemed frantic since they met, now seemed very clear-headed, calm and lucid. "No matter where she is hiding, no matter whether she has fallen or not, I just want to know where she is."

Nivena Yuri Makian's life was marinated in the venom of jealousy.

She envied her half-brother. As the daughter of a loser, the late queen hated her. While she was beaten for stealing bread from the kitchen to feed herself, her brother, by blood and gender, had already become the heir to the throne, enjoying the best resources and squandering his talents.

She envied the man who called himself Magnus. Like Gerald in the story, he rescued the young princess who had escaped the palace and fallen into danger. But she was far less fortunate than Princess Aurora, who at least once had a lover who truly loved her—while that despicable liar had sold her into the Temple of Eros. "You'll thank me one day," the bard smiled mysteriously. "Freedom is so powerful it makes one's teeth gnash."

She envied the filthy woman who had lived with wild beasts. How could the beast tamer's daughter become the chosen one, gain the favor of the God of Love, and make the God's gaze linger on her for so long?

She was jealous of the second chosen one, she was jealous of Emilia Caledon who also possessed the divine seal, she was jealous of anyone who tried to grab the attention of the God of Love - how much she wanted the purest love and to be loved in the world, this desire made her bow humbly to the God of Love, making her so powerful that she thought she was invincible.

"...Because I love her." Apatara smiled sweetly.

Love is selfless. It makes Apatla desperate and willing to give up everything she has for the god she loves, and even die for her happily.

But at the same time, love is also selfish, which turns "Nivena Yuri Makian" into a crazy, infatuated, desperate - and dangerous fanatic under the torture of uncontrollable jealousy and unrequited love.

…

Nova remained silent until they returned to the hotel where they were resting.

Someone gently plucked the scattered, shiny pieces from his hair: "...Are you still thinking about the little princess?"

"Hmm." He responded instinctively, and only came to his senses after a moment, meeting the savior's somewhat helpless eyes.

"I was just wondering, according to the mainstream cultivation methods in this world today, as strength increases and resonance with the gods deepens, some people's personalities will become increasingly radical and extreme," the professor explained calmly. "But if, like you, one resonates with a certain concept through constant reflection and practice, rather than blindly believing in a specific god—or, more simply, learns to view the gods themselves dialectically—would that minimize the occurrence of such changes?"

Hearing this, Azuka couldn't help but look at the other person deeply. "This is actually one of the topics explored by several teachers at the Saint Bartholomew Warlock Academy. You have touched upon the core of the research."

An ordinary person has achieved this - I can only say that he is worthy of being His Majesty.

Back when he was still a student at the Saint Bartolomeo School of Warlocks, even though the mainstream labeled non-believers as heretics, there were always some people whose minds could not be contained. Before the Divine Punishment Incident, as far as he knew, there were teachers at the Saint Bartolomeo School of Warlocks who tried to learn some lessons from the non-believers' practice methods, but the bloody methods of the Holy See forced everything to stop.

The black-haired young man's eyes suddenly lit up. "Do you remember which scholars studied this part of the doctrine?"

"I remember." The savior narrowed his eyes slightly. "What are you going to do?"

"Regarding sorcerer training, I'm no expert. After all, I'm just an ordinary person. I can only offer you ideas and inspiration from other perspectives." His nemesis seemed unusually frank. "But since someone is an expert, why not leave professional matters to professionals? I'm sure there will always be those who can't resist such temptation."

If the problem of sanity changes during the warlock's training can be avoided, it will be enough to drive warlocks all over the continent crazy.

Seeing that the man was silent and looked thoughtful, Nova thought for a moment and decided to praise him: "Of course, you are also an expert, an authority in the most rare field. I need your help."

Azuka froze for a moment, his eyes growing softer.

"My dear, I love to hear you praise me." The Savior smiled slightly, leaned over, and gently kissed his lover's forehead. His brilliant golden hair slid down from his shoulders, and his gentle blue eyes seemed to be glittering with fragments of stars.

The other person, however, paid no attention to him at all, not even a perfunctory kiss. Instead, he grabbed the paper and pen like the wind, spread out the manuscript with great enthusiasm and began to write furiously without even raising his head.

The savior who failed to seduce again: "..."

He knew that someone was smiling on the surface but actually full of resentment. He deeply suspected that in the eyes of his nemesis, work always came first - after all, his status should at least be higher than that of coffee, right?