Elsie and Trisna wrapped themselves tightly in their pajamas and used wind magic to dry their long hair in front of the mirror.
The cold outside seemed to have no effect on the room, after all, Elsie had practiced setting up the barrier beforehand, and the speed and concealment were so great that no one could react.
[Including me!]
I would have been completely in the dark if you hadn't told me!
"He's here! The narrator is Mengguren!"
On another note, I've changed so much over the years... oops, I mean, in the last few months!
El looked at himself in the mirror. Although he still had a childlike quality, his physical abilities had reached the standard of a normal six or seven-year-old human.
So, is this really the influence of vampires? No! Windsor is older than me, but not by much, is she?
Got it!
【？】
"Is it the reversal property of the Blood Crown?"
[Holy crap? This can be reversed too?]
"I'm starting to wonder if my second disaster will just reverse and disappear!"
Okay, okay, other people have multiple natural disasters developing, but yours is just a single storm that explodes from beginning to end!
Sigh, let's focus on Orwick City for now.
[Just to see that incompetent mother?]
[To see a woman I've never met before?]
【Then you might as well look at me! I've been with you for so long, sob sob~】
"..."
[Hey! Why are you crying? Elsie, it's alright, it's alright, stop it... I'm actually comforting you?]
"I didn't cry..."
El imagined himself in the mirror—dark, numb, and with eyes blazing with anger.
Is this... a hallucination?
"Is it the Blood Crown?" Elsie wiped the mirror, but her reflection didn't move, just staring straight at Elsie.
"Maybe……"
"This is the real Elsie."
"A family feud triggered by a conspiracy within the sanctuary, the death of the mother, and the helplessness and numbness of a little girl being tossed around like a ball."
"The Blood Crown One who rose up in resistance after seeing everything clearly."
[Hey! Elsie! Wake up!]
Elsie came to her senses. The angry self in the mirror had disappeared. It all seemed like an illusion.
That must be a hallucination!
[This is a mindless, hack-and-slash Western fantasy story. Surely no one's going to actually read it as a suspense thriller?]
"..."
What's wrong?
"So it really wasn't an illusion after all..."
It's one thing for her to be hallucinating, but how could the narrator also be hallucinating?
Come to think of it, Elsie in the mirror seemed to have said something to her? Something... very important... to kill...
[Hey! Elsie! Time to sleep! Early to bed and early to rise! We still need to see the beautiful sunrise tomorrow!]
"No, that's not the case. I'm not really interested in these sights, okay?"
"Huh? Wait... what did I just say to that Elsie?"
...
Late at night, Trisna fell asleep holding Elsie, while the pop-up narration remained silent in the moonlight.
Night fell quietly, just like the person in the mirror.
A bloody handprint suddenly appeared in the mirror, then returned to normal after a slight tremor.
I'm so sorry, but this time, I don't want you to bother her...
Actually, if you calm down and look at everything here, it's quite beautiful.
Moonlight, a beautiful woman, and the beast in the mirror—how wonderful! Ah ha! I'm starting to look like a villain!
Perhaps tomorrow's journey will be even more exciting? (Yawning) (Stretching and groaning) Ah...we'll see! Anyway...
The pop-up window appeared in front of Elsie, who was snoring...
Goodnight, Elsie... Sweet dreams.
...
"Mmm~~" Elsie broke free from Trisna's chest, opened her eyes, and enjoyed the beautiful day.
She silently turned to face the window, the glaring sunlight making her shiver!
"Damn light! It shines into my little patch of darkness!"
"Don't let a citizen of darkness encounter something so bright!"
Wash up, get dressed, admire your lovely self in the mirror, and enjoy a hearty breakfast! Finally! Blood Princess Knights! Depart! To Orvik City!!!
She led the group to open the tavern door, where they were greeted by a street full of guards who immediately lined up in salute.
"By order of Lord Otto, we swear to follow Princess Elsie to the death!"
Elsie: ?﹏?
【She's dead!】
"Be careful, I smell the necromancy." Dylan drew his dagger and stood protectively in front of Elsie.
Elsie reached out and tugged at Dylan's clothes. Connor, watching all this, stopped drawing his sword and smiled helplessly, "Are we on the same side?"
Alto seems to have done something to these undead soldiers; their intelligence has increased, and with their armor concealing them, no one should be able to tell they are undead except for their aura.
Although... this is probably because Alto doesn't trust her.
After all, the contract included provisions to protect Elsie's life.
"The Necromancer Regiment, 1100 soldiers, Commander Martin greets you, Your Highness Elsie!" Commander Martin knelt on one knee before Elsie.
"..." El looked at the soldiers, whose general level was around 20, and even the commander Martin was only level 30.
This is probably the most elite force that Alto could muster.
"Keep up!" Elsie said. "This journey won't be easy either. The more prepared we are, the more hope we have."
...
The target is... Orvik City...
Inside the vast castle, Alcardo suddenly opened his eyes, and the surging power within him was no longer so easy to suppress!
"So that's how it is? Allen, is that really how it is?" Ecardo struggled painfully on the bed, his whole body trembling.
"The Psalms of Tiran...there's a problem..."
“How could there be a problem, Duke Ecardo!” Grand Master Hagen of the Holy Knights dragged the body of a guard into the room, casually tossed the body aside, and continued walking.
“I should have known… I should have understood!” Ecardo’s eyes were filled with tears: “Tilan, you died the moment you left the capital, didn’t you?”
"It was your temple that caused the heroes to part ways! You... have toyed with a corpse for an entire era!"
“An incomplete Tiran poem, without an ending, or… the ending was altered by you!” Ecardo finally understood.
If that makes sense, the more one relies on the power of inheritance provided by the Psalms, the more one must follow the path to the end, and the ending of the Tiran Psalms is entirely a product of the Sanctuary!
So... Alan, another child in the family who had completed all the Tiran Poems, became a puppet of the Sanctuary!
“We…we gave you a dowry! You bastards!!!” Ekater jumped off the bed and threw a punch at Hagen, but the other easily caught it.
Hagen gave a contemptuous smile: "You destroyed the Poems, and the power you previously gained has been returned. Now, you can't even beat a slime!"
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