“If you agree…” Feng Guang held up one finger, “I’ll cook you a meal every day, including your favorite stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar, okay?”
Eve was indeed a responsible person, so she hesitated for a full second before finally nodding in agreement.
Feng Guang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself that it was good that Eve was a foodie under her cold exterior. She had been living a really stifled life as a princess in order to gain even a little bit of freedom.
Unlike when she was five or six, now that she is fifteen, she is in high spirits. After the prayer, her parents will pull her along to socialize with the nobles who come to greet them. She knows that her parents are intentionally raising her, since the king and queen only have one child and she has a high chance of inheriting the throne.
To be honest, Feng Guang had no desire to be a king. In her opinion, a king had a lot of things to deal with, had to worry about assassination when he went out, and had to be on guard against others plotting a rebellion. It was a tough job, and she never understood why anyone would fight to the death for such a tough job.
She couldn't understand because she didn't have the word "ambition".
Feng Guang couldn't stand the young noblemen showing off in front of her. She was tired of hearing their praise. She looked helplessly at her parents, her eyes filled with accusation.
The king, after all, loved his daughter. He cleared his throat and said, "Wendy, if you're not feeling well, you can go to the Vatican's lounge to rest. I'll call you when it's time to go back."
"Yes, Father." Feng Guang laughed, then stopped looking at the nobles and left happily.
Eve naturally followed behind Fengguang.
Feng Guang was already very familiar with the Holy See. Apart from the Imperial Palace, the only place she visited most often was the Holy See, where she held a prayer once a month, a routine she never missed.
Walking down the long corridor, a man dressed in a monk's robe suddenly appeared in front of me, followed by a group of people chasing after him, some shouting, "Stop! You despicable thief!"
When the man called the thief ran over, Eve alertly shielded herself from view, but she didn't need to worry because another man appeared.
As a magic circle appeared on the ground, the man emerged from the light. He turned around and raised his hand, and another magic circle appeared in the air. The man, who was being chased by a large group of people, crashed into the magic circle and was unable to move. Since he was a member of the Holy See, he naturally knew what this magic was. Fear appeared in his eyes, fearing that he would experience the pain of being torn apart from his own flesh and blood.
He had seen this before; the bishop had used this magic against other defectors, and the bloody scene was unforgettable.
Just as the defector was anxiously awaiting the onslaught of pain, the magic applied to him turned into a simple binding spell. He wouldn't be separated from his flesh and bones, but he would simply be unable to move.
The expressionless bishop instructed his subordinates, "Take him back and deal with him."
"Yes." Several people dragged the immobile person away slowly.
"Your Excellency." Feng Guang stepped out from behind Eve, curtsied, and smiled sweetly, "It's been a long time."
Herman had originally intended to pretend he hadn't seen the scenery and leave, but now he had no choice but to turn around and return the greeting, "Your Highness."
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