One of the most troublesome things about the Middle Ages was that whenever something happened, a banquet had to be held to celebrate.

With only half an hour left before the thanksgiving banquet, Maggie received a carrier pigeon from the Temple of Light.

Maggie looked down at the letter in her hand, which contained the new task the priest was going to give her, and was also one of the key plot points of the comic.

She went to watch the competition as the Holy Maiden of Light.

Every three years, the Lunita Magic Academy holds a magic competition, which attracts students from many different magic academies. After all, various forces need to absorb fresh blood, and many forces will go to watch and select suitable candidates.

The Temple of Light is no exception.

Logically speaking, many children of nobles would be admitted to magic academies, while a small number of commoners would be admitted solely based on their talent. Unfortunately, the original owner of this body had never been to one, and she was even unable to take the entrance exam for a magic academy.

The Duke knew better than anyone her talent; there was absolutely no way she could get in.

Moreover, even if he managed to get in with the help of his family, he would only bring shame upon himself and delay his plan to usurp the position of the Holy Maiden of Light.

Thinking of this, Maggie suddenly felt a faint sense of regret and envy welling up inside her.

Even though the original owner has passed away, some unforgettable emotions still remain deep in her bones. Even though she doesn't have the original owner's memories, she can still feel her emotions when she is reminded of the past.

The original owner envied others who had classmates and teachers, while she could only be confined deep within the mansion, with very few opportunities to interact with others, and was not as free as a commoner.

Maggie gathered her thoughts and continued reading the letter. The priest's gist was that she should select a few suitable candidates to join the temple, but...

She's only an intermediate-level mage right now, so it's really strange to think about asking her to pick out geniuses who have grown up with both abundant resources and talent.

However, she had anticipated this, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to the library a few days ago.

Maggie sighed, then glanced at the encyclopedia of gossip on the table, her expression growing increasingly sorrowful.

Since she got the book, she has never been to the Royal Library again, because it was so interesting and explosive, and most importantly, it had some research to prove that the story was not made up.

Some of the most outrageous lines even match the plot of the comics that Maggie remembers.

For example, at the end of the Golden Dragon Era, the mermaids originally did not intend to turn against the dragons and directly overthrow their rule. Coincidentally, the most powerful Golden Dragon of that generation loved to eat mermaid eggs.

So he swept up all the mermaid eggs, intending to keep them for himself, which nearly caused the already difficult-to-hatch mermaid population to die out, forcing the mermaids to rebel against the dragon in order to ensure the continuation of their species.

And just then, the oceans expanded significantly—in modern terms, the sea level rose—leaving the dragons with nowhere to land and their territories rapidly shrinking, which allowed the mermaids to usher in a new era.

For example, Philomona is only half succubus, and the other half is unknown.

The Elf race originally did not have a Shadow Elf branch, but because the succubus Filomona wanted to sleep her way through the entire Pokédex, the first two Shadow Elves were born.

The original black dragon was born for the same reason; there were no black dragons in the original dragon race.

As for Safa?

For Philomona, giving birth to him should have been something completely unworthy of her attention.

However, only Safa completely inherited Philomona's succubus features and beauty, since the shadow elves and black dragons showed absolutely no relation to succubi.

Unfortunately, Philomona is now missing, otherwise Maggie would really like to meet this legendary succubus, whose story runs throughout the entire book.

However, if that's the case... then the Elemental King was indeed toyed with emotionally by Firomona.

Safa has an absurdly large number of brothers and sisters.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Maggie felt an immediate affection for the Demon King.

"Your Highness, the banquet has begun."

The maid turned the corner and saw Maggie standing in front of the glass window, her eyes fixed intently on the moon. The silvery moonlight shone down, making her appear even more ethereal and holy, so beautiful that one couldn't bear to break the spell.

"Okay, thank you."

Maggie turned her head, looked at the maid's somewhat dazed gaze, and smiled gently.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is waiting for you. I heard there will be many rewards."

Perhaps it was because Maggie was so approachable that even the usually quiet maid couldn't help but want to say a few more words to her.

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty."

Maggie chuckled, her tone becoming even gentler.

"Uh-huh."

The maid realized she had overstepped her bounds and hurriedly bowed deeply, inwardly marveling at the saintess's kindness, for she wasn't even angry about this.

Suddenly, the shadows of the trees outside swayed unnaturally. Maggie keenly noticed the slight unease and quietly dismissed the maid.

Perkin emerged from the shadows only when the corridor returned to calm.

"vampire...."

Perkin's voice was exceptionally clear in the silence, causing Maggie's expression to suddenly turn cold.

"It seems they're still resentful that they couldn't kill me last time. They've only been gone a few days and they're already back. It's a real shame that those vampires got away last time; I didn't manage to intimidate them."

The problem with the Motley family has been resolved, but unfortunately the undead and vampires have escaped, and we still can't locate the Bone Lord, so we can't take revenge for the time being.

I never expected the vampire would dare to send it again.

Perhaps sensing the disdain in Maggie's eyes, Perkin could only manage to utter a few more words.

"This time... it's very strong, I... can't see through it."

Perkin's reminder startled Maggie, who then became wary and slightly annoyed. Too many victories could indeed make one arrogant and lose their rationality; she had actually subconsciously underestimated her opponent.

After all, she was only a mid-level mage.

Even though she has dealt with many powerful opponents, it doesn't change the fact that she is inherently weak.

"I see."

Maggie calmed herself down. The full moon in the sky was unsettling. It was only during the full moon that the vampires' power would noticeably increase. It seemed that the guys today had come with premeditated intent.

"We're already inside the royal palace/castle. Be careful."

After Perkin finished speaking, he didn't wait for Maggie's reply before disappearing into Maggie's shadow, leaving Maggie stunned. This was the first time he had ever voluntarily entered her shadow.

She remembered that in the comics, everyone whose shadow was touched by Perkin's drill seemed to be completely dead.

Even knowing that Perkin was doing it to protect her, Maggie still felt a chill run down her spine.

Within seconds, Maggie lowered her eyes, turned around, and walked towards the banquet entrance, muttering to herself.

"It seems that before leaving the Kingdom of Saint Na, we will inevitably have to watch a classic dog-eat-dog show."