Faced with Herman's nonchalant "punishment," Feng Guang was still uncertain. She looked at Herman nervously and asked tremblingly, "Your Excellency...aren't you going to punish me by making me write a self-criticism?"
“I do not object to Her Highness’s wish to write a letter of self-criticism.” Hermann’s tone was as calm as still water, and his eyes were extremely indifferent, as if he had no extra emotions.
Feng Guang quickly shook his head, "I don't want to write!"
She resolutely refused, and Herman didn't say anything. In fact, no matter what Fengguang said or did, even if he wanted to punish her, he couldn't tell what his emotions were on the surface.
Perhaps because Herman didn't punish her, Feng Guang found him less frightening, and she said earnestly, "If only His Holiness the Bishop could always be this approachable, then no one would be afraid of him."
“I need authority.” Hermann never needed anyone’s respect or praise. His position required him to have more authority to convince others.
So Hermann had no friends, but he didn't care.
Feng Guang hadn't expected Herman to answer her question seriously, but since he had, she couldn't help but continue, "If Your Excellency could be a little more friendly, you would be even more charming. Your Excellency is so handsome; it would be a waste if you exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay."
No one has ever said Herman is handsome, not because others dare not say so, but because the aesthetic standard on the continent of Branster has always been that blond hair and blue eyes are beautiful. Herman's father, the king of the Summer Kingdom, is a typical example. The judgment of a man's appearance is even more demanding than that of a woman. For example, Herman's brown and dark hair color is often described as the color of rust.
"Your Highness, please don't joke with me." Herman's expression remained unchanged. He was indeed giving a serious lecture to Fengguang, and he couldn't be joked about.
Feng Guang chuckled, "Your Excellency has hair the color of honey, but Your Excellency never smiles sweetly. What a waste!"
Honey-colored hair...
Hermann suddenly fell silent.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, and wondering if she had said something wrong, Feng Guang looked somewhat uneasy. "Your Excellency, what's wrong?"
It's all her fault for being too smug. How could she forget that the man in front of her can't take a joke?
"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now." Hermann nodded slightly, gave a very polite bow, and then decisively turned and left.
Feng Guang only guessed that Herman might have some urgent business, otherwise he wouldn't have left so quickly, but it was a good thing that he left, at least she didn't have to pretend to be obedient.
Later, Feng Guang learned that Herman had entered the palace to report to the king on his work in cleaning up the Wizard Association, but he had run into Feng Guang before he even met the king.
Feng Guang didn't care about the Wizarding Association's affairs. In the following days, apart from occasionally running into the busy Herman when she went to the Vatican to pray, she never saw Herman again. In fact, they were people who didn't need to see each other.
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