How dare a maid lay a hand on the Queen!
Fu Sang frowned slightly as he looked at Aisha.
The girl sitting on the bed was dressed in tattered clothes, and her face was covered with seven-tenths of her features by magic potion, but she still possessed captivating beauty.
Those bright eyes seemed calm, yet they inexplicably instilled a sense of fear in one's heart.
Aisha's hand paused, and she dared not reach out again.
She was originally a high-ranking lady-in-waiting in the royal palace.
Now, however, he is wandering in the slums with this fifteen-year-old girl.
Aisha felt resentful just thinking about it.
If this queen hadn't been weak and incompetent, how could she have ended up in this state?
"Your Highness, please get up quickly."
Fu Sang withdrew his scrutinizing gaze.
She hasn't fully grasped the plot yet; her mind only contains some of the original owner's memories.
In this world, it's a bad thing for a girl of low status to be beautiful.
The original owner's excessively beautiful true appearance must not be revealed, lest it bring trouble upon herself.
Therefore, the original owner used a magic potion to conceal his appearance before fleeing.
Aisha was the original owner's personal maid.
During the palace coup, the original owner fled with her maid.
To avoid being found, the original owner and Aisha hid in the slums.
Having grown accustomed to a life of luxury in the palace, Aisha did not change her ways upon arriving in the slums.
Aisha took all the clothes and jewelry that the original owner no longer wore and wore and used herself.
Having experienced such a major event as the 'palace coup,' the original owner had no intention of arguing with the maid, so she let it go.
Fusang went with Aisha to the river to wash up, and then went to the market with her.
The return of the Knights of Light to the royal city will surely cause a great stir within the city.
Both the poor and the nobles would flock to the streets to watch.
Fu Sang walked slowly along the path.
The sounds of people talking could be heard from afar; it was incredibly lively.
Aisha was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, constantly urging him on.
"Your Highness, please hurry, the Knights are almost here."
Fu Sang glanced at her indifferently.
The rebel in this 'palace coup' was none other than the chief knight commander of the Knights of Light.
The original owner's fiancé—Harold Lancelot.
Even though the knights swore allegiance to the saintess and the empire.
But who can guarantee that they won't follow the Knight Commander?
A moment later.
Fusang and Aishi arrived at the street.
Vendors and crowds lined both sides of the wide street, craning their necks to look at the broad avenue.
Knights of the Templars are the highest symbol in this country, even more prestigious than nobles.
Ordinary people rarely see the Knights.
Such madness is quite normal.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh—The Knights of Light are here—"
"Oh my god! I see it! Sir Frank is coming!"
People screamed and cheered, as if it were a carnival feast.
Fu Sang was pushed forward by the crowd.
Aisha grabbed Fusang's fair wrist anxiously.
"Your Highness! Come here quickly!"
Fusang hadn't yet decided whether to rashly meet with the Knights of Light.
Ignoring all manners, Ash pulled her forward and squeezed through the crowd.
Stumbling and jostling through the crowd, I finally reached the area closest to the wide street.
In the middle of the street.
Several rows of figures, armed with spears and silver shields, clad in silver-white armor and draped in red cloaks embroidered with the knightly insignia, stood tall and imposing.
It possesses a powerful, sacred, and majestic aura.
Each knight was handsome and dignified, riding a tall horse slowly past.
The handsome knight caused a frenzy of screams.
The knight commander riding the magical unicorn was the most eye-catching.
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