The Prince of Levitra (1)

1892.3, a military school on the western border of Levitra.

The instructor walked to the front of the line with the list in hand and took a quick glance. Most of the students were yawning in boredom.

He fixed his eyes and noticed the person standing in the first place. He was a handsome young man wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, but he was too thin. His back was straight, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and his expression was serious, just like a military officer.

Unfortunately, all of us here are civilian reserve students, and no matter how straight we stand, we will never become privates.

"Um... Romero Nancy, step out."

Romero, who was at the head of the group, answered loudly and marched out in standard military pace.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, with a hint of sarcasm.

The instructor pointed at the roster and said, "You got first place in all the written tests. You will represent the school to go to the capital and apply for the position of the third princess's affairs officer. Do others have any objections?"

Several people looked away, with smiles in their eyes.

I have seen this kind of scene with my instructor countless times, and it is similar in other schools.

However, he heard Romero's loud voice: "Thank you, instructor! I will do my best!"

The instructor saw that the guy's face was still filled with uncontrollable excitement and joy.

Everyone else started to snicker.

The instructor thought: [Is this guy a fool? ]

The instructor asked, "Do you really want to apply to be the Third Princess's clerk?"

Romero smiled brightly and replied, "Yes!"

The instructor gave him a complicated look.

A similar scene also occurred in the capital.

Romero still got the first place and was directly recommended.

He was very happy when he learned his results, but he didn't quite understand why everyone looked at him strangely.

He thought these people must be jealous of him.

Yes, there were many people who were jealous of him and bullied him since he was a child, so a little look like this wouldn't make a difference.

As Romero dragged his luggage into the palace, he could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart.

He really got here on his own!

When Romero was a child, his dream was the same as that of all the boys in Levi's, which was to become a glorious and great member of the Knights.

However, this dream was shattered when he measured zero magic power.

It is well known that everyone on the continent of Onerola has some magical powers.

Zero magic power is rare, but it seems to have increased a little recently. He is the chosen one.

Of course, he was not discriminated against because of this, because most people only have a tiny amount of magic power in their bodies, which is better than nothing and cannot be used.

He was handsome but thin since he was a child, so he was always bullied.

His athletic talent, like his magic power, was zero, not to mention that he also had a congenital disease, which also put an end to his idea of ​​becoming an ordinary soldier.

He retreated to the next best thing and began a crazy path to study.

He was born into a fisherman's family. Thanks to Levi's education subsidy policy in recent years, he, as an excellent student, continued his studies and maintained an undefeated record. No matter in any exam, he never came in second, always first or third.

When he was bullied, he never fought back with his fists, but with his grades. Using perfect scores to humiliate those bullies who only had developed limbs was his greatest pleasure during his student days. Although he would be beaten even worse, he was very happy.

His vision for the future was simple: either join the Legion or be as close to the Legion as possible.

Like countless other Livilian men, he worshipped his emperor.

Becoming the third princess's affairs officer meant that he not only stepped directly into the military, but also came to the place closest to his idol, which was something he never dared to dream of.

Normally, the attendants, affairs officers, and guards of the royal family are all directly selected by the emperor or themselves, and they are often people close to them. But this time, after the third princess resigned the previous affairs officer, she chose to select talents from military academies at all levels.

It just so happens that he is one of the graduates of this year. This is his opportunity and luck.

"Goddess! Thank you for your care!"

Romero kissed the pocket watch that contained a photo of his family.

The maid came in and called out, "Romero Nancy? The Third Prince will be back soon. Go out and greet him."

"yes!"

There were very few civil servants in the palace. Most of the civil servants were directly with the army, and few civil servants entered the palace. Therefore, there was no special standing area for civil servants. Romero standing in front of a group of maids seemed a bit out of place.

Romero only learned about the third princess when he was getting to know the emperor.

The eldest and second princes were both considered incapable of taking on important tasks, so the Emperor began looking for a successor several years ago.

I heard that this princess was selected by His Majesty the Emperor from among a group of heirs.

There is an interesting story about her.

It is said that she was the illegitimate daughter of a last noble family and was bullied in the family. Later, when the legitimate son was sent to choose an heir, she was also sent as a foil. Unexpectedly, she killed the brother halfway through, pretended to be the legitimate son to participate in the selection, and defeated all other noble sons.

After her disguise was exposed, Emperor MacArthur did not punish her but adopted her as his daughter, brought her back to the palace, and officially named her a princess.

In recent years, everyone can see that Mackay Olin dotes on her, and many people speculate that she is likely to become the heir.

Although the emperor gave the adult third princess a military title, he did not formally incorporate her into the army, nor did she belong to the knight regiment directly under the emperor.

This made many people hesitate, wondering if the emperor only seemed to favor this daughter, but actually intended to hand over the throne to his own son.

Romero also became curious about the princess because she would be his direct superior from now on.

He asked on the way here.

The princess seemed to have been sent by the emperor to the north to deal with the influx of refugees from Zalambra.

The group stood in a row on both sides of the Red Dragon Palace gate, waiting for the arrival of Her Royal Highness the Third Princess.

Romero was a countryman, and his imagination of the royal family came only from fairy tale books. He imagined that the princess would drive a tight carriage and wear a long dress that trailed the ground.

However, what came towards them was a team of valiant and high-spirited cavalry.

"stop!"

The servants subconsciously tightened their arms and legs.

Romero looked up curiously and saw that the cavalry was led by a stunning beauty beyond words.

When he came here, he saw the statue of the goddess in the center of the Palace Square. The facial features of this woman were not very similar to those of the goddess, but the profound feeling of meticulous carving was extremely similar to that of the goddess.

Her long black hair was tied into a bun, her wheat-colored skin seemed to be tanned, and there seemed to be some scattered shallow scars on her skin. Her perfect body was wrapped in a light rider suit that was easy to move around in, with her arms and thighs exposed. They were not sturdy, but the muscle lines were beautiful and firm.

In sharp contrast to her stunning appearance is her aggressive and aggressive aura, arrogant expression, and contemptuous eyes.

Romero couldn't help but wonder if the first thing she said after looking at him was something like "scum".

He would never associate this woman with the word "princess".

But he knew that there were many powerful female knights in the empire.

He quickly turned his eyes to find where the carriage was.

"Welcome, Your Highness!"

All the servants knelt down together, only Romero stood there blankly.

He was startled by the orderly sound of the salute and reflexively performed a military salute - placing his right fist on his left chest and straightening his back.

He clenched his fist around his pounding heart.

【She is Elena Levitra. 】

The pink and gold badge on her chest showed that she was an eighth-level knight!

Even in Livil, an eighth-level knight is a general commanding an army.

Why?!

Why is it that everyone is talking about her status as an adopted daughter, her dignity as a princess, her childhood anecdotes, her adult affairs, but few people mention that she is an eighth-level knight? !

Elena dismounted from her horse, followed closely by the people behind her, and she let a servant lead her horse away.

"Line up, go back and train well, dismissed."

Her voice was hoarse, not clear at all, unlike other girls of the same age.

The knights responded with a resounding "Yes, sir!" and ran away in unison without any further delay.

Romero glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. Those well-trained ones didn't look like trainee knights.

Elena turned and looked Romero up and down.

Romero didn't dare relax, still feeling that she was looking at a pile of garbage.

"Are you the new clerk? What's your name?"

"Sir! It's Romero Nancy."

His tongue almost got tied after he finished speaking. What commander?! Isn't he His Highness?

"Can we end the military salute, sir? Sure, you can call me that from now on." Elena pulled out two thin black gloves from the laces of her boots, put them on her hands, and spoke as she walked.

Romero put his hand down and quickly followed Elena.

He was sweating profusely. He was not short, at least 8 micrometers (≈ 1.8 meters). After she came down, he realized that his superior was half a head taller than him. He had never seen a woman so tall before.

“Romero, you’re going to do everything I tell you to do. You can ask questions, but if you don’t do it right, I’m going to fire you,” she said matter-of-factly.

His personality is just like his appearance, very domineering.

Romero thought for a second. Maybe it was because he had been whipped by the instructor for too long, but he suddenly felt that this officer was quite reasonable.

"Yes, sir."

"So what's your problem now?"

"Where are we going now?"

"To see the Emperor."

Romero felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

Elena had unimpeded access to the emperor's office study.

The reason why I use the word "闖" is because her aura is so terrifying.

Like a flying dragon charging forward.

Those who didn't know the truth thought she was going to assassinate the emperor. Romero followed her with great difficulty.

But people along the way seemed to be used to it. They saluted her and then quickly walked away.

Romero seemed to understand a little bit why those candidates in the same batch looked at him like that.

"Old man! I'm back."

The current king of the Levitra Empire, Mackay Olin Levitra, appeared before him.

Romero half-knelt down.

Elena's address to the emperor overshadowed his trembling at seeing his idol.

Mackay Olin raised his hand and looked at Elena: "I received the news that you came back. Have you dealt with it?"

"It's just a small matter. I brought back an interesting person. Would you like to go with me to have a look?"

Mackay Olin left the battlefield and sat in his chair like an ordinary old man, but his physique under the exquisite canopy still showed his pride as a great knight.

Romero clenched his fists and lowered his head to hide his excitement.

"Well, I'm tired of dealing with this, so I'd like to go out with you to relax. But you can't yell like that outside."

"How could I not understand this? Go change your clothes, you look so stuffy."

"You think I don't want to? Those people always use etiquette as an excuse. I plan to delete these crap etiquette from the royal etiquette law."

"What were you doing this morning?"

"They have come up with a lot of formalities and rules, and it's so troublesome to change the etiquette."

As they chatted, Romero gradually relaxed.

He had thought he would see the Emperor and the Princess.

But he only saw a father and daughter.

The emperor then looked at Romero and said with a smile, "Are you the new clerk? Follow Lena and do your best."

Romero felt so honored that his words condensed into one word: "Yes."

Elena said to him, "You follow too."

She had someone take them directly to the garden of the King's Palace, and they would be able to see it when they went down.

It was a cage for wild animals, but the bars were spaced closer together.

Now there are ice crystals of all sizes on it.