Imperial capital, inner city, royal court.
The afterglow of dusk shines through the glass windows, falls on the magnificent palace, and casts mottled neon lights on the marble floor.
In front of the large silver mirror, Isadela looked at herself in the floor-length mirror.
The black and red military uniform is engraved with the pattern of a black eagle in golden silk thread, giving it a majestic and luxurious temperament.
Her long platinum-blond hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. The pure silver hair color was a unique symbol of the royal family of the Foresta Empire, and it had been like this since ancient times.
"Your Highness, I feel that you have changed a lot in the past few months."
Diris, wearing a court dress, stood behind Isadella, holding a gorgeous belt in her hand.
With her white fingers flying, Diris helped Isadella to tie up her scattered silver hair.
As Isadella's secret subordinate, Diris was very familiar with her immediate superior.
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However, ever since Char Eggut disappeared in the City of Knowledge three months ago, Diris discovered that the Second Princess she served had changed a lot.
Although he remained stern and majestic in front of outsiders, when outsiders left, he would often stare into the distance, lost in thought.
Pop.
The strap made a crisp sound, and the cascading silver hair was gathered into a single ponytail, revealing Isadella's swan-like white neck.
Diris looked at the princess in the mirror and said, "For the ceremony of succession to the throne, this kind of dress may be a little too plain."
"I remember that the royal family had attendants and costumers who specialized in etiquette for the nobility."
"Since this is such an important ceremony for the succession to the throne, why doesn't Your Highness let those professionals handle it..."
"No."
The cold words echoed in the empty royal hall, interrupting Diris's proposal.
The silver-haired princess looked at herself in the mirror.
"If I let another member of the opposite sex help me dress up and touch my body in the process."
"Although that guy won't say anything, he must be a little unhappy in his heart."
"I don't want to make him unhappy."
Isadella's mouth curled up into a slight smile.
She recalled the scene in that wrong history that had long been corrected, in which the black-haired and black-eyed boy said goodbye to her on the black iron throne.
Hearing Isadella's words, Diris couldn't help but blink.
She also recalled the Second Princess' announcement about her future husband during the previous parliament meeting.
"Your Highness, are you referring to Char-san?"
Isadella nodded calmly: "Of course."
"I can't help it. He is such a possessive and greedy guy."
"Even if I develop feelings for his vest, he won't allow me to do that. I will come back and tear it apart even if it takes a thousand years."
"And I like him so much..."
Hearing the princess's confession without any disguise, the light in Diris's eyes flickered slightly.
As the matchmaker between the Second Princess and Char Eggot, Diris knew almost all of Char and Isadela's interactions in the real world, and even participated in them personally.
It was for this reason that she was somewhat surprised by the princess's current transformation.
She was not a legend, so naturally she had no idea what had happened in secret three months ago.
But I guess it must have been an unforgettable past.
Only in this way can the relationship between the two people be elevated from that of just allies who trust each other to such an everlasting love.
But soon, Diris lowered her head and helped Isadella adjust the buckles on her military uniform as if nothing had happened, so as not to let others notice the ripples in her eyes.
She chuckled and said, "If it's the petty-minded Char, maybe not only the opposite sex, but even you, Your Highness, would mind my contact with you."
The words were barely spoken as a joke, to hide the turmoil in his eyes.
The next moment, Diris heard that cold and majestic voice ringing in her ears again.
“I have actually considered this.”
"So when I marry him in the future, you should give up your position as the Swordsman and come with me..."
Di Ruisi paused for a moment and said, "Your Highness is as domineering as ever. He has arranged my lifelong affairs in just a few words."
"However, if it weren't for Your Highness, I might have been buried in the abyss long ago, and there would be no Succubus Princess Diris today."
She smiled lightly: "Since it is your highness's order, I must obey it, whether it is a maid, or Xia Ya's concubine or mistress."
"That's not necessary. Although I saved you once in the abyss, you have been lurking in Saint Laurent Academy for me for so long and helped me select talents like Xia. This favor has already been repaid."
"Besides, I know he doesn't like the current treaty in the Empire that clearly defines the master and the servant."
While speaking, Isadella did not look at Diris, but continued to look at herself in the silver mirror.
"The biggest difference between the royal family of succubi and ordinary succubi is that ordinary succubi can only become stronger by absorbing the lust of others..."
"In addition to being able to sneak into the dreams of others to steal the power of desire, the Succubus Royal Family can also create dreams for themselves, becoming powerful because of their own emotions."
"And if I'm not mistaken, you just broke through the sixth ring, right?"
Diris was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.
"A pure white unicorn will only contract with a virgin girl... If you are really like your fellow tribesmen in the abyss, relying on unrestrained absorption of the sexual energy of outsiders to become stronger, then your contract with the pure white unicorn should have collapsed by now."
"But, I know that your first soul contract is still intact." "In other words, you can advance from the third ring to the sixth ring in just half a year--"
"The only possibility is that you have been using someone as material to weave your own dreams over the past six months."
"And it's a daydream full of desire."
A faint smile appeared on Isadella's lips.
"so--"
"Diris, are you really going to refuse?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the magnificent hall fell into a brief silence.
After a long while, Diris smiled bitterly and said, "Your Highness is really perceptive."
"Previously, those who had ill intentions were speculating that Your Highness relied on the protection of the Holy Sword to possess the fighting power of the throne..."
"But now that I think about it, those people are probably going to suffer a big loss."
After the brief conversation, Diris and Isadella fell silent.
The hall fell silent again, leaving only the rustling sounds of people dressing up.
After a long time, the heavy and ancient bells of the church in the distance finally woke everything from the silence.
The silver-haired princess walked out from the floor-length mirror and looked at the black windbreaker handed to her by Diris, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes.
Then put it on and go out.
"What about the followers of the Lost Territory cult that secretly infiltrated the empire?"
Diris followed up and said softly, "Those cultists who came in from abroad have been under the surveillance of the military and the Administration Bureau."
"Some of them are connected to the Oath Family and came in through channels controlled by those nobles, but they are all under control."
"However - most of them are entrenched in the outer city area of the imperial capital and have not attempted to actively enter the inner city area where the imperial city is located."
Ever since Char Eggut disappeared, she has taken over the management of the Sword Wielders organization in the Imperial Capital.
Because of this, Diris also knows every detail of the actions of many cult groups in recent days.
"I think... in the inner city, or even in the palace, they should have made some additional preparations."
"However, the other party's means of contact and communication seem to be beyond the scope of the technology currently mastered by the Empire. We have never been able to truly lock on to the target in the inner city."
"It seems that even within the royal family, not everyone is united."
Isadella's sigh was very slight, as if she was just whispering to herself.
However, the murderous intent heard by Diris behind her made the succubus princess feel a chill in her heart.
But then, she saw the second princess in front of her, and the murderous intent and coldness in her eyes disappeared.
Isadella looked at a crystal hairpin in her hand.
A rare hint of hesitation appeared in those beautiful scarlet eyes.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally inserted it between his hair.
Diris' eyes widened in surprise.
“Your Highness…”
Based on her understanding of Her Royal Highness the Princess, Isadella was the type who never wore makeup.
The outfits she wears on a daily basis are either based on court etiquette, or the accessories themselves are the crystallization of magic and alchemical technology, with many practical functions. She never wears useless or fancy outfits.
If not for this, she wouldn't have been wearing the Black Eagle military uniform all year round.
However, this crystal hairpin has nothing to do with ritual items or products of alchemical technology, but is a pure ornament.
It was the first time that Diris saw the princess in front of her show such a girlish love of beauty.
Isadela did not look like a princess who was about to inherit the throne of the empire. Instead, she looked more like a young girl who was thinking about her lover and was struggling to choose between several accessories on the dressing table.
"It's been a long time since I last met him, and I want to show my best in front of him."
"This is the information I got from Miss Sylvia. I think he might like this type of hair accessories."
As if she could see through what Diris was thinking, Isadella spoke lightly.
Diris was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.
She said in surprise: "Has Xia contacted you, Your Highness?"
Having had the secret in her heart revealed by Her Royal Highness the Princess, Diris simply gave up pretending and did not try to hide the joy in her words.
"No."
“But I thought, since he calls himself a hero who will save you as long as you cry.” ”
The two men walked through the silent palace corridor and headed towards the throne room.
"Then he will definitely not be absent from an occasion like today."
This certainty seemed to come without reason, but Isadella believed it unconditionally.
Just like a thousand years ago, he appeared in front of him like the wind.
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