Chapter 1007 [Observation] Are you all mentally sound?
"So why are you so uninterested in the position of Crown Prince?"
Upon hearing this, Christie looked at the other person's expression.
But he remained in a lazy and nonchalant manner, as if he were just asking a casual question.
Christie's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled, "Because it's boring."
"Is that all?" The white-haired youth crossed his arms, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, seemingly both expecting and surprised by the answer.
"Otherwise what?"
Christie raised an eyebrow slightly, rested her hand on the stone railing, and looked at the other person with a faint smile on her lips.
The white-haired youth sized him up, his eyelids half-closed. "Boring."
Christie: "?"
Do you think so too?
The other person: "No, I mean you're boring."
Christie: "...?"
The white-haired youth gave him another look with an indescribable expression before looking away.
Christie was speechless for a moment, then said, "Why don't you just say what you want to say?"
“I’m just a little curious.” The young man took a breath, stood up straight, walked over and stopped next to him. Although he said he was curious, his eyes were calm and undisturbed. “You don’t like to take orders from anyone, but you don’t want to sit in that position.”
Christie glanced at him helplessly. "Becoming king means dealing with a lot of things...it's both tedious and boring."
The young man nodded in agreement.
Then he suddenly asked, "What are the duties of those ministers and dukes?"
Christie immediately replied, "I'll help with management..."
He had barely uttered a few words when he suddenly paused, pinching his chin thoughtfully. After a moment, he turned to look at the young man, a smile curving his lips. "Ah... I really hadn't noticed that before."
The young man smiled lazily.
Christie looked at him thoughtfully.
Have you ever been to the highest point in Seretia?
The young man yawned and spoke casually.
"...You really change the subject quickly." Christie was slightly speechless. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "No."
The young man snapped his fingers, his drowsy look vanished, and he appeared more energetic. "Great, I'll take you to see it."
Christie: "?"
Before he could react, he was suddenly in the other person's arms. Then, in a flash, they were in a different place.
Christie paused for a moment, then said, "Why don't you put me down first?"
Young man: "Hmm? Don't be shy."
Christie: "It's not a matter of being shy, it's that I want to stand up for myself."
As he spoke, the boy lowered his head to look for a place to stand, only to find that the place they were in was so narrow that it could only accommodate one person at a time.
"..."
Christie calmly withdrew her gaze, put her arm around the young man's neck, and said with a smile, "You can keep holding me. I don't want to be the first person in Celitia's history to fall to their death."
The young man held him like a child with one hand, and took the opportunity to rub his cheek with the other. "Hmm, you really are the cutest of all the princes and princesses."
Christie: "...?"
Are you all mentally healthy?
Christie, speechless after being teased repeatedly, couldn't even maintain her smile.
He ignored the young man and turned to look at the scenery.
It can only be said that this place truly deserves to be called the highest point in Seritia. You can see almost the entire Seritia from here, and you can reach out and touch the scattered clouds.
Fortunately, there were few clouds today, otherwise they would only be able to see a layer of clouds right now.
Christie lowered her eyes slightly, looking down at the brightly lit palace.
After a moment, she looked up at the young man again, a hint of doubt in her eyes, "So you brought me here just to see the scenery?"
The young man blinked. "Otherwise what?"
Christie: "..."
The next second, he felt the scene before him blur and he was back on the corridor around the garden.
The young man patted his head, looking listless and as if he were extremely sleepy. "I'm leaving, Your Highness."
Christie's eyes flickered slightly, and she casually called out to him, "Wait a minute, you still haven't told me who you are."
The young man paused, shrugged, and scurried away, leaving only one sentence lingering in the air: "I forgot. Call me whatever you like."
Christie: "..."
What a strange fellow, unlike any other Serethian.
"Oh ho."
Everyone's emotions changed instantly because of what was being shown on the screen.
R looks a lot like he does now, but there are also some differences.
He had more and more pronounced emotions during his teenage years, but now he always has a smiling face.
...It's terrifying.
"How come all the teachers knew you when you were young?" Bechfenger asked in confusion.
Bertrand grinned. "We were all just kids when the Godfather met us."
Behrfinger: "Huh? It seems so, more or less."
"What kind of question is this? How much is the Godfather this year?" Liu Qingyao asked in a strange accent.
Kawasaki Machi: "I'm curious how old you are, sir."
Suddenly, the audience started chattering. If you leaned closer to listen, you'd hear that they were all talking about age.
Asa leaned forward closer to R and whispered, "So, did the High Priest know you first or me first?"
R paused for two seconds, then smiled slightly and said, "I'm not quite sure about that either."
Asa: "..."
"So, all these years, the High Priest has never once mentioned me to you?"
He frowned resentfully, which, combined with his face, made him look quite pitiful.
“Yes, that’s right.” R laughed mercilessly.
Asa: "..."
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...
The boy drew back a platinum bow, aimed, and easily pierced through a distant target the size of an apple.
Several men and women dressed as mentors nearby clapped with smiles, their faces full of satisfaction, and words of praise poured in like a stream.
Christie ignored their praise, picked up another arrow and nocked it to her bow, squinting slightly. The arrowhead unexpectedly produced a cluster of white flames tinged with gold.
The arrow, burning hot, pierced the air, and the instant it struck the target, flames erupted, like brilliantly blooming flowers.
Christie moved her hand slightly, and the flames were extinguished instantly, leaving the things covered by the flames intact.
At the same time, a small spark burst forth from his hand, excitedly dancing on his fingertips.
The mentor next to him nodded with satisfaction again.
"As expected of His Highness, even without a mentor, he can handle his abilities with ease."
Christie put away the flames in her hand, sighed softly, placed the bow back in its place, turned to look at the instructors, and smiled, "Go on to teach the others, I'll be leaving now."
"...Oh, Your Highness, please take care."
Christie said no more and walked away from the practice field.
More than a month had passed since the last banquet, and Christie considered the young man she saw that night a mere coincidence, not giving him much thought.
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