Herman reached out, and all the paper scraps flew into his palm, quickly returning to their original state. "Your Highness, I hope that next time you feel scared, you will hold your head in your hands."

Fengguang: "..."

"Doesn't Your Highness intend to take it back?"

Feng Guang slowly reached out and took the things from Herman's hands. Her smile was more like a grimace. "Thank you, Your Excellency the Bishop."

“It is my honor.” Herman bowed slightly with gentlemanly manners, his right hand on his left chest, but his unchanging tone sounded less than respectful. “May God forgive Her Highness’s unintentional mistake.”

Feng Guang lifted her skirt and curtsied in return, even though it looked a little comical for her small frame to make such a ladylike gesture. "Your Excellency, farewell."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and left. After walking a short distance in an orderly manner, she started running again.

Good heavens, she really didn't want to face this man anymore!

Back at the palace, Feng Guang dutifully copied the misspelled words twenty times. This time, she refused to see Herman again. She sent a maid to deliver the "homework" to Herman. Not long after, the maid returned with bad news: "Bishop Herman said that Her Highness wrote some words incorrectly and they need to be rewritten. The bishop said that Her Highness should copy each of the words he marked thirty times."

Fengguang broke a quill pen on the spot.

For the sake of social harmony, she endured it!

In the end, Feng Guang didn't even know how many times she copied it. By the time Herman accepted her work with satisfaction, she had already written beautifully.

Feng Guang didn't want to admit it, but he used to be so bad at even holding a calligraphy brush properly that he was now forced to write neat and tidy characters with a quill pen!

She is guilty!

However, Fengguang was still destined for the Holy See, and this time, it was for her attendant.

“Your Highness, here are three candidates.” The portly Father Phil respectfully handed a list to Feng Guang.

The close attendants used to protect the royal family have always been selected by the Holy See, and this time was no exception. Of course, these three candidates were the three most outstanding people among them.

The attendants are the shield and weapon that accompany their master throughout his life. Even though Fengguang is still young, the right to choose remains in her hands. With the king and queen still praying outside, Fengguang has a reason to come to the inner palace.

After only a cursory glance at the portraits and introductions on the list, Feng Guang wasn't particularly interested. The idea of ​​entrusting one's entire fate to oneself was a huge pressure for her, and if she could, she certainly wouldn't choose it.

But this is against the rules.

Feng Guang glanced at the eager Father Phil, coughed, and said, "Go and bring those three people over so I can see them."

"Alright, Your Highness, please wait a moment." Father Phil immediately went out.

Feng Guang immediately jumped down from the tall stool and walked to the door. She was very clear that as long as she couldn't find her, the so-called selection of close attendants could be delayed.

The buildings of the Vatican are all enormous. Feng Guang struggled to push open the heavy and tall door a crack, slipped out, and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.