Feeling a little guilty towards Darren, Feng Guang spent three days writing a thousand-word letter of self-criticism. She did consider asking her maid for help, but the kind maid would only say, under the guise of doing what was best for the princess, "Your Highness, confession to the Holy See requires sincerity. If you want the Lord to forgive your mistakes, you can only do so with a sincere heart and complete the task assigned by His Holiness the Bishop."
Yes, no one here would doubt the words of the Holy See.
Feng Guang endured it. She had to use her short hands to flip through the dictionary while perfecting her thousand-word self-criticism. As for Darren, whom she had unintentionally pushed into the water... well, Darren was a prisoner of the Holy See. Even if Feng Guang hadn't done this, Darren would have died a much more miserable death on the gallows.
After writing the self-criticism, Feng Guang still had to hand it to Herman for review. Herman was always strict, and it was impossible to get away with anything from him. This was why Feng Guang was able to calm down and write the self-criticism word by word. If she had been perfunctory, she would have received an even worse punishment.
In the quiet afternoon, Hermann sat in the flower garden, looking down at the paper in his hand without saying a word, while in his other hand he held a quill pen.
He remained so quiet when he saw Fengguang's letter of apology a few minutes earlier, and Fengguang stood obediently by his side. It was rare for him to be so uneasy.
After a long while, Herman put down what he was holding and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness."
"Yes!" Feng Guang shuddered for a moment before responding immediately with enthusiasm.
"I have marked the typos in the article for you. When you get back, I hope that Your Highness will copy each misspelled word twenty times."
Feng Guang's face immediately fell, and she listlessly replied, "Oh..."
She had originally intended not to be perfunctory with him, but now she had no choice but to be. Even the literature teacher the king had found for her had never been this strict.
"Your Highness, you may leave now."
“Yes…” Feng Guang stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and picked up the self-criticism book on the table. Her expression could probably be described as utterly hopeless. People who don’t like studying have never liked copying words and phrases.
However, her parents had also told her to try not to clash with the Holy See. Feng Guang didn't want to put her parents in a difficult position. Although she was often confused about small things, she understood a lot about important matters. For example, in the Xia Kingdom, the Holy See's power had already caught up with that of the royal family.
Just as Feng Guang turned to leave, he saw several people escorting a young man towards him. The young man being escorted looked ashen-faced, as if he already knew that disaster was about to befall him.
Could this be yet another attempt to assassinate the Pope?
“Your Excellency,” a monk said, “we have captured this deserter.”
"Ero." Hermann's emotionless gaze shifted indifferently to the young man being held captive. "You're a private first class, why did you try to escape?"
Look, even when he asks a question, he has such an arrogant attitude.
"I am a soldier..." The man named Airo's face showed anger. "My duty is to kill the enemy on the battlefield, not to protect a royal girl!"
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