Chapter 67 Setting Off Again This identity is just too flexible, Ling…

When Andra opened his eyes, it was already broad daylight.

"Hmm..."

She turned her neck to look to the side and saw the empty other half for the first time. Eleanor usually curled up in bed, murmuring softly, and would only get up groggily when it was time to practice her sword.

Is it because the little princess woke up early today?

Andra silently leaned back against the pillow. Eleanor was definitely continuing what she hadn't finished last night; was she going to recruit even more scholars?

Why does Eleanor know so many people? Not all of them are scholars; some are clearly commoners.

Even if the little princess doesn't care about other people's status, who introduced them to her?

In the days since she met Eleanor, she hadn't seen anyone suspicious approach the little princess; surely it couldn't be someone the princess met in a dream.

She was unable to think clearly when facing the princess; all her emotions boiled down to a single "okay" and "yes" when she encountered Eleanor, making it impossible for her to refuse.

Andra couldn't help but smile bitterly. She touched her chest; Eleanor had leaned against her chest and cried last night, saying—

"Help me, without you... I don't know who to trust."

...Actually, there are also Manju and Thorns?

She blurted it out last night.

Eleanor didn't deny it, biting her lip and whispering in her ear, "But you're different from them."

call--

Andra took a deep breath, letting that fleeting emotion sink to the bottom so as not to disturb her thoughts.

For Enlin, staying in Enlin would actually be more beneficial for her.

She never intended to completely reject the princess. Whether as a guardian knight or later as a prince, she needed Eleanor's affection.

I want to marry Eleanor; I must marry her.

Reason and emotion were both telling her that marrying Eleanor was no longer a means to an end, but a goal.

There are so many benefits to staying in Enlin long-term.

Andra was very confident in her abilities. Eleanor had begged her last night to let her manage Enlin's city guard, and even offered her the authority to command part of the personal guard in times of emergency!

For most people, this meant the princess's favor and the title of prince was within reach.

But for someone as capable as Andra, it was still her first step into a formal military position.

No, it's not just about legitimate military positions in Norlana.

Andra sat up a little excitedly: as long as Enlin's situation wasn't too bad, she could use Enlin as a springboard to seize the surrounding cities.

Both Norlana and Hetuya have territories nearby!

She could be a loyal prince, diligently expanding the territory of Norlana.

She could also be a loyal princess who returns to Hetuya with her wife and territory!

Such an identity was so flexible, so flexible, that it made Andra's heart flutter.

"You mere hostage, I'll kill you as a sacrifice for my flag sooner or later!"

Andra was still savoring Eleanor's fleeting kiss from yesterday when Myrcella's grimacing expression suddenly flashed into her mind.

She couldn't help but chuckle: Why did I think of the Third Princess at this crucial moment?

This little guy is no threat at all, and being with her two older sisters gives Hetuya a great sense of security.

"Ugh, don't drag me down! It's all your fault for not teaching me well!"

Andra laughed for a moment, then remembered Myrcella's clumsy sword-wielding, and his smile vanished.

No... this guy's swordsmanship is still very dangerous, literally disgusting.

If she weren't Eleanor's sister and the princess of Norlana, she would have loved to find a river, slit Myrcella's throat, and throw her in.

Andra rolled out of bed, washing her face while trying to think of something positive.

For example, according to the inheritance law of Norlana, if all the princesses have passed away, the first heir is the princess's daughter.

The condition is that the child must be over twelve years old and have taken the secret medicine; outwardly, there are no requirements regarding the other party's bloodline.

Of course, the children of Princess Hetuya and Princess Norlana might be stripped of their inheritance rights by the city lords for various reasons, which would be—perfect!

Andra put the water back in the basin and gave a hearty smile.

She can personally seek justice for her daughter and force Nolana to choose between being "ruled by the king of an enemy country" and "being ruled by the daughter of her own princess"!

Thinking about this, she became a little troubled: This kind of development is great, but what if Her Highness insists on touring various countries in the future? Then the development of Enlin and the army will definitely be delayed.

If you happen to miss a certain period of turmoil in Noranna or Hetuya, the opportunity will be fleeting...!

"Waaaaaahh ...

A sudden scream nearly made Andra kick over the basin of water. She looked up sharply and finally realized why she had suddenly thought of Myrcella.

A girl with messy hair was being dragged by Manzhu and Jingji, one on each side, from the overpass to the corridor, screaming loudly as she was dragged.

"I don't want to go to Enlin! I want to stay here!! Mother—Mother, save me—Lily's going to kill someone—"

Mysella cried with snot and tears all over her face, howling, "She made Manzhu and Thorn kill me, and she also found a lot of slaves, waaaaaah!"

Da da da, da da da.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded, but they were not slaves or servants: apart from the noble Manzhu and Jingji, everyone else awkwardly put their hands behind their backs, not daring to disturb the crown prince.

...Although the crown prince has turned into a screaming chicken.

A young girl, or rather, a girl, hurried over, lifting her skirt.

With overwhelming momentum, she rushed towards the real sister like an older sister, startling Misera into stopping her scream with a hiccup.

Just when Andra thought Eleanor would hug Myrcella the way she had hugged her the night before, gently stroking her head and whispering an explanation of why she had done it—

*Splat!*

Eleanor pinched Myrcella's ear and twisted it hard, turning it half a circle in her hand!

"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't go to Enlin, I'll stab you to death right now!!!"

"Waaaaahhhhhh."

Andra stared in disbelief as Eleanor grabbed her sister by the neck, shoved her into the carriage like a goose, and slammed the door shut. He then shouted to the guards on either side, "The whip! Give me the whip! If she's not here when I get back, I'll find it and whip her to death!"

After uttering her harsh words, the gentle little princess turned and ran away, exchanging rapid words with Coral as she ran. You could hear whispers of words like "tomorrow...", "immediately", and "study" carried on the wind.

Once Eleanor's figure had completely disappeared from the overpass, Andra, still shaken, poked her head out of the window: Wait, is that really Her Highness the Princess?!

......

On the first day of their journey, Eleanor lifted Myrcella and stuffed her into the carriage right in front of everyone—of course, two servants were holding up the Third Princess by her legs, otherwise she certainly wouldn't have been able to lift her.

"Aww, I don't want to go to Enlin!"

Mysella struggled for two or three days, and on the third day she stayed in the car and stopped howling.

When she was first tied up to one side by her sister, she struggled fiercely. If she missed a glance, she would roll to the horse's leg without fear of being kicked to death.

What made Myrcella so at ease was nothing other than a single sentence from Eleanor.

After Myrcella had shouted countless times, "I am the Crown Prince!" and "Mother will not allow you to do this!" Eleanor finally spoke up, unable to bear it any longer.

"Give up, it was your mother who told me to take you away."

Mysella suddenly looked up, her sister's tone flat: "I told Mother I wanted to travel the world, and Mother asked me to take you with me."

“...Why?” Mysella straightened her shoulders in disbelief, and even the dagger hidden behind her back fell out with a clang.

Eleanor closed her eyes and simply copied the answer from her previous life. "Because the person my mother favored most was Ophelia."

"......"

This time, Mysera didn't scream or break down; she simply rolled her eyes and fainted.

She was probably faking it, but Eleanor didn't have the energy to put on a show of warm sisterly affection with her sister.

She still considers Myrcella her sister, but to help her seize the throne again? Good heavens, she might as well marry Andra again and die together!

In this life, she could not promise Mysera that she would help her reclaim the throne, and naturally, she could not comfort her either.

Eleanor, like her sister, simply closed her eyes and rested in the carriage.

Perhaps Myrcella got tired of making a fuss, because soon the sound of her snoring could be heard from the side.

The carriage was completely silent.

Andra was helping to hold down the ropes binding Mysera's hands and feet. When she heard the sisters' words, she didn't even cough once; only her eyes moved slightly.

Oh~ King Nolana's preferred person is Ophelia?

Andra bit her lip, suppressing a laugh: Of course she hated Mysera more, but if she were Eva, she wouldn't choose Ophelia either.

One's a fool, the other mediocre; Ophelia's swordsmanship talent isn't even as good as Eleanor's...

The more she thought about it, the brighter her eyes became: the next generation of King Nolana were all like this, and once Eva was seduced by wine and women, that would be the best opportunity for her... and Eleanor's child.

"Andra".

The little princess bypassed her sister's reclining body, approached Andra from the side, and whispered in her ear, "Sister is asleep. Go down and make your rounds first, just in case something happens to the Marigold Legion."

The Marigold Legion was a gift Eleanor received from her mother; part of it was the Hyena Legion that Scarface had offered as tribute, which then returned to her, and another part was a mix of the Princess's Guard and the Royal Guard.

Eva did not allow her to take all the troops with her. Instead, she selected one hundred men from the Royal Guard to serve as officers among the slaves. Then she split them in two: one half remained in the capital for training, and the other half was taken to Enlin by Eleanor.

Eleanor no longer cared how many spies she had planted around her; she simply handed over the arduous task of managing the legion to Andra.

Andra understood what she meant, touched the princess's hand with her forehead, and then almost silently took long strides and jumped off the carriage.

As soon as she left, Thorn's little head appeared outside the car window.

Eleanor nodded to her, and the two servants quickly reached out and dragged Mysella out of the carriage. A few minutes later, Manju, Thorn, and Coral gathered around the princess nervously.

They had all received the coded message that Eleanor should come quickly and try not to alert anyone. They all looked at the little princess, guessing what important things needed to be arranged next.

Should they gather special herbs for the king, recruit more talented scholars, or secretly train troops in Enlin, evading the king's notice...?

"Everyone, I've called you here for just one request."

Eleanor emphasized the word "please": "Please, you must never trust Andra, never and ever."

"Because I will kill her."