Chapter 111 Tracing Back to the Source Eleanor hears her heartfelt vow…

The title of "Sage Princess" can be freely passed around, but "Sage Queen" is not so appropriate to use.

Eleanor's reputation seemed to have dipped slightly overnight, only to soar again the following spring.

If we possessed true power, would everything be different?

The crowd's reactions quickly provided a concrete answer: even a nascent grasp of power can change the world in one's eyes!

No one dared to stop the speeding train, especially since there was a sharp-eyed train conductor on board.

Princess Eleanor's engagement to Princess Andra hasn't been cancelled?!

This is truly surprising—since the beginning of time, there have only been two cases of a princess of one great kingdom marrying another princess of another great kingdom and spending her life with her.

In most cases, two princesses who are "in love" would divorce or even turn against each other due to conflicts of interest or changes in their relationship, but the two of them showed no signs of being affected.

Queen Eva of Norland was the one who facilitated this marriage.

It is said that Hetuya had some complaints and even sent a messenger to rebuke Andra—rebuking her for being shameless and serving Princess Nolana as a subject!

Andra laughed it off and continued to leisurely stroll around Norlana as a prince.

At first, some nobles wanted to test the trust between them, but when the second unfortunate woman died a violent death, this testing stopped.

With her mother's support and a formal title, Eleanor's plans in Enlin became increasingly elaborate.

Eva even granted her the surrounding city-states directly—indeed, some city lords protested, but their protests were ineffective.

Elinor, who would never forget, distributed all the knowledge in batches.

With her experience from three lifetimes and her superhuman perception, she guided the behavior of scholars and businessmen, transforming herself into the best guide, even the air they breathed.

A sage? No, that's not enough to describe the miracles Her Highness Eleanor has created.

Even when recorded on paper, the daily tasks pile up to an alarming degree.

Fortunately, she was good at recognizing and appointing people, and she built huge "cabinets" in the capital and Enlin respectively, which were specifically responsible for handling complicated affairs.

In her spare time, Eleanor would ask Andra to teach her swordsmanship.

"You can practice for a while to improve your health, why take it so seriously?"

The usually serious Andra was completely accommodating only when facing Eleanor. She watched Eleanor lift a longsword with all her might, worried that she might accidentally cut herself.

"This is a rare opportunity, and besides—hey!"

Eleanor swung her sword, but Andra easily caught it.

She looked at her lover and giggled, "See? I swung pretty well, didn't I?"

"It's very good," Andra exclaimed sincerely. For a beginner to possess such standard movements from the very beginning is truly a gift.

“...Hmm.” Eleanor’s smile gradually faded.

She knows her own situation best: she's hardly a genius at swordsmanship; even the strength to lift a longsword is a gift from Blood River.

Fortunately, in this life she possesses extraordinary perception, so she will use it to make up for her so-called "talent".

"Hey!" Eleanor raised her sword again, turned around and stabbed at the wooden figure.

In this life, she finally no longer needed her lover to stand behind her and support her shoulders; she could wield her sword steadily on her own.

Andra stood beside her, gazing at her lover's determined profile.

The thought that sweat and sword light were not a good match for Eleanor quietly dissipated with each swing of her sword.

If you ignore the fact that she is your lover, she would be an extremely strict instructor.

Because Andra never understands the suffering of ordinary people; in her eyes, those clumsy actions are ugly and ridiculous, and have no meaning.

She only admires those who shine brightly and is only willing to drink with those who are indomitable.

War is tragic? She can't see or hear, but the passion of clashing swords with a powerful enemy is what makes it interesting!

[Unsuitable for combat? Then don't fight. Leave the battlefield and honor to those who are more suitable!]

This standard changed when it came to Eleanor.

"Very good, you've made rapid progress."

Three months later, Eleanor was able to accurately parry her sword while moving.

Andra squinted with delight and easily parried the sword—the difference in their strength was too great, and their sword movements were like an adult dancing with a child.

"call......"

In just over ten minutes, Eleanor was exhausted and had to stop to drink some water and rest.

She and Andra lay hand in hand under the shade of a tree, the sunlight filtering warmly through the leaves.

Splash, splash, splash.

The wind started blowing again, and it was a completely different feeling from the garden at night.

Eleanor covered her eyes with her hands, and the jumbled memories became smooth as she sorted them out.

Every move in swordsmanship, every practice session that etches muscle memory, and the faint sound of wind that can be discerned between actions.

She didn't directly inherit Andra's exceptional swordsmanship talent, but her superhuman perception and memory abilities still brought her closer to combat geniuses in many ways.

"You must be very tired?" Andra raised her right hand and gently stroked it; thin calluses had formed on the wounds.

“I’m very tired.” Eleanor leaned on her shoulder.

But this effort is necessary.

She has decided to give up this terrible perception and memory in her next life, so she must master swordsmanship to a certain level in this life.

Even though she doesn't know the ending of this life yet, she has already begun to look forward to what it will be like to have surging power in the next life.

Extrasensory perception and extrasensory memory are both amazing talents, but they also cause her to live in constant pain. Not crying out in pain doesn't mean she doesn't feel pain; it's just a complete numbness.

"So comfortable..." A gust of wind blew by, and Andra rubbed her cheek against Eleanor's in a coquettish manner.

“Mmm,” Eleanor replied with a smile.

She was actually not comfortable at all; her body was completely overwhelmed by an excessive amount of information, and her mind was trapped in endless thinking. Even when she was close to her lover, she could only feel a little bit of instinctive pleasure.

"Alright, let's continue."

With her eyes closed, she absorbed the power her lover gave her and picked up her sword once more.

......

Compared to the arduous training in swordsmanship, political maneuvering is much easier.

In this life, with the healed Eva in charge, Eleanor's territories are managed by hundreds of talented individuals.

Occasionally, those who disagreed were forcefully suppressed or subdued by Andra, so Eleanor turned her attention abroad.

She really wanted the port of Belly.

Therefore, after the death of the former king of Belai, the successor was not some ambitious adult, but the former king's daughter.

Princess Belle in this life is still very young. She has not yet experienced the harsh realities of life, but she quickly succumbs to the intricate and complex financial operations of Norlana and is integrated into the Marigold Merchant Guild's profit chain.

Perhaps she wanted to physically challenge Eleanor, but after the country's largest shipyard was deserted, the new king's attitude softened.

As time went by, an even more surprising piece of news suddenly emerged.

Myrcella, the former third princess of Norlana and now the second princess, has returned!

Instead of returning to the capital of Norlana, she landed directly in Belai and returned as "Prince of Belai - wife of Princess Eliza"!

"Wow, Princess Eleanor is amazing!" All the nobles who received the news suddenly realized: she truly deserves to be called the legendary Sage of Apocalypse, her plans are so profound and terrifying!

......

"Wow, Mysera is amazing!"

Eleanor read the letter in complete bewilderment, then covered her face with the paper and slid down to the couch.

The letter was from Eliza, who earnestly invited "Your Highness Eleanor" to Baelai to attend her wedding with Myrcella.

The letter did not explain how she and Myrcella fell in love, but Myrcella sent a large wooden box a few days later.

The box contained not only a long letter, but also many souvenirs from overseas.

My dear sister

You didn't expect it, did you? I'm back! —】

In her letter, she enthusiastically described the scenery overseas, which was even more vivid and detailed than her previous life's "exile" records.

In this life, Myrcella is no longer an exile, but an explorer driven by interest.

She conducted in-depth investigations of the local residents and embarked on a journey from a relatively primitive country, even discovering a new continent.

That continent already possesses a highly developed civilization, much like ours. The people there like to wear their long hair in a bun, secured with long hairpins; they also wear sachets to maintain hygiene; and wealthy families can walk on golden bricks! ...

After writing down these somewhat familiar phrases, Myrcella loudly complained, "Look at all the things you did while I was away! Waaah, I knew you wanted the throne, you bastard—"

"I'm not lying to you, you idiot."

Eleanor smiled unconsciously: she still remembered the day she persuaded Myrcella and the group of adventurers to leave.

She told her sister that their mother was in good health and would live a very long time, so they should do something they really wanted to do.

Like Ophelia, Myrcella believed she could become a good king, but unlike Ophelia, Myrcella finally found what she wanted to do.

"I want to take an adventure!"

Looking up at the sun in the sky, she exclaimed, "I want to become a super amazing explorer, write a long travelogue, become famous, and finally come back as a super amazing king!"

That's a very Mystica-esque answer.

......

In the golden autumn season, Eleanor appeared at Princess Baley's wedding with Andra.

It was an extremely lavish wedding, ranking second in all her memories, only after Andra's city full of flowers.

They rode in special gift cars, carrying presents, and laboriously moved through the crowd, squeezing into the fountain square along with the revelers.

Myrcella held Eliza's hand, and the two stood on the high balcony, shouting words of blessing to the cheering crowd.

Finally, the two of them held hands and formed a loop, forcefully scooping up a large bouquet of flowers.

As the bouquet fell, it naturally scattered, releasing thornless roses tied with ribbons, which fell in a colorful shower towards the surging crowd.

*Slap*

One of the flowers landed on Eleanor's shoulder and was gently caught by Andra.

The young man smiled, pinched the rose stem, and gently pressed the petals against his lover's cheek. "I didn't expect your sister to be faster than any of us."

"yes."

Life is truly incredible.

Eleanor smiled and looked up as Myrcella picked up the princess and carried her onto the balcony.

She herself was one of the protagonists of a match made in heaven, but now she is witnessing a wedding that should never have happened.

In her letter, Myrcella boasted about her encounter with Eliza.

[I shouldn't have trusted the savages' ship repair skills (crossed out). Thinking about it, their ship repair skills weren't bad; they patched the hole and only dispersed when we reached the vicinity of Port Feli!]

Even with her extraordinary perception, Eleanor could only notice that Myrcella had become darker and stronger from such a distance, and that she was smiling broadly.

She couldn't tell at a glance how much they loved each other, nor could she ascertain how much of their union was based on conflicting interests before exploring the matter further.

But the stage play at night seems to say something.

This time, the grand theater in the palace and the open-air theater in the square simultaneously staged a new version of the legend of Cupid.

Everyone was certain from the beginning that it was a completely new version, not the old story of Belle or Nolana.

In this legend, the princess caught Cupid while fishing and happily took the big fish home.

You can't eat me!

"Why?"

Amidst uproarious laughter, Misella, playing the goddess of love, forcefully blew a bubble: "My sister is very rich, she's watching from up there. Shout it up to the sky, she'll definitely pay a huge ransom!!"

Hahahaha.

Laughter rose like waves, and Eleanor, clutching her stomach and mouth, gleefully gestured to Coral to quickly throw some of Enlin's trial silver notes onto the stage.

"Eleanor".

In the dim candlelight, the lover leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I will definitely give you the grandest wedding ever."

After saying that, Andra touched her lips and said silently during the kiss: You will be even happier that day than you are today.

That's a very, very difficult thing.

Because Eleanor laughed so hard she could hardly breathe after hearing her heartfelt vow, and tears streamed down her face.