Chapter 79 Guan Hai and the others are truly...enviable...
What kind of person is this "Your Highness" that this person is talking about?
Eliza developed a stubborn curiosity.
She couldn't quite tell whether she chose to believe because of the code, or whether she instinctively followed because of some emotion that overcame reason.
This time, Andra wasn't wearing her signature gown, and Eliza couldn't learn from the servants which foreign royal family had come to visit the Belai royal family.
But with an almost greedy look in her eyes, she pieced together the truth from the smallest clues.
With golden-red hair and eyes, her features and bone structure have a typical Hetuan style.
An extremely handsome Hetuan nobleman, who also possesses superb martial arts skills... In her mind, only Prince Andra of Norlana perfectly fits this description.
Thus, the identity of "Your Highness" becomes obvious: Eleanor, the wise princess of Norlana.
Eliza quietly followed behind them, and together they slipped out of Felli through a secret passage that should have been known only to their own people.
The people walking beside them were not her personal guards, but rather Andra's entourage.
Eliza pondered the battle that had just taken place.
Andra only dealt with the guards at the entrance; when it came to the personal guards and the subsequent escorts, she basically just knocked them unconscious. Judging from her nonchalant attitude, this must have been Princess Eleanor's order?
That princess must have been very kind, which is why she gave orders like "do not take lives".
Her attendants brought her a horse.
Eliza waved her hand, about to indicate that she could ride a horse and didn't need anyone's help, when she saw Andra mount his horse on his own, without even trying to say anything.
She was taken aback, feeling a sense of emptiness mixed with amusement.
Because Andra's actions didn't seem like he was deliberately avoiding suspicion, but rather that he genuinely didn't care.
The person's expression was calm, but their body language was somewhat agitated.
Perhaps Princess Eleanor told her to act quickly, but what this person really cared about... was actually getting back to her lover as soon as possible.
That's great.
Eliza thought to herself with genuine admiration: They were clearly true allies, close allies bound by "love".
Her mother had also planned for her future when she was alive.
However, she already knew then that authoritarian powers like Norlana and Hetuya looked down on the Belai royal family.
If she were to marry into the royal family, she could at most become a princess. Given the relatively small age gap between her and the other princesses, she would most likely give birth early, endure a long period of neglect, and die alone in the palace.
Marrying into another small country is also a viable option.
But then you have to pray every day that the country doesn't fall, or your whole family will be trapped in the cycle of death.
Neither she nor her mother wanted to see such an outcome, so their plan for the future was to marry into a prominent noble family in the country.
Thinking of this, Eliza leaned against the horse's neck and smiled bitterly: How did Princess Eleanor know that my guards were not loyal enough?
She was caught in a sudden and drastic change, and her personal guards didn't even have time to run away... Alas, not many people would be willing to go to the Sapphire Merchant Guild with her, after all, her chances of winning were slim.
Clop clop clop, the horse gallops along the road.
Eliza looked up and saw the direction the road led, and exclaimed in surprise.
She quickly asked, "Aren't we going to the port?"
Without turning his head, Andra said, "You never intended to travel by water, did you?"
That's true.
Eliza bit her lip: her agreement with the Sapphire Merchant Guild was to travel by land, while the ships by water would depart one after another that day to act as bait.
Some might argue that once the ship is out at sea, with water everywhere, it would be difficult for the king's pursuers to catch up.
In reality, the port is very strict. If she wants to go to her sister's territory, she has to drive back to the inland lake, and there are many checkpoints along the way to facilitate interception.
The best ships in the country are all in King Belai's hands. Unless you're incredibly lucky and manage to escape to a great distance, you'll definitely be caught and brought back.
"Your Princess Eleanor is really amazing, she knows so much about us."
She couldn't help but retort, and this time Andra was stunned for a moment.
The young man turned his head on horseback and gave a cryptic smile.
......
The sea breeze is salty and astringent, and every now and then a flock of snow-white seagulls takes flight.
Eliza's beloved Eleanor sat atop a high rock, raising her eyes as they approached.
The blonde girl, clutching her skirt, bowed and then curiously examined the renowned princess before her.
As a princess of Baelai, her life from childhood was steeped in the atmosphere of money and trade.
So she naturally knew this person, nicknamed "The Sage of Gold Coins," who was the same age as her—were they really the same age?
If the initial astonishment stemmed from Eleanor's many amazing feats, enabling her to collaborate with scholars in creating numerous enticing products and convenient tools, the current bewilderment arises simply from a strange first impression.
The girl sitting on the rocks had cascading black hair, and her amber eyes were gentle and...kind?
They were both of noble blood, and their ages should not have been different from their appearances. But the moment Eliza saw Eleanor clearly, she vaguely thought of her mother, and even her grandmother.
rustle.
The sound of her footsteps on the sand startled Eliza awake. She looked up and saw the girl sliding down the rocks, walking towards her step by step.
“Princess Eliza, it’s a pleasure to meet you. You may call me Eleanor.”
She addressed her by her name, rather than the more formal Princess Belly.
Such an intimate form of address was originally a bit strange, and might even have been suspected of being sarcastic, but Eliza did not feel offended. Instead, she felt a sense of comfort, as if she were being cared for by an elder.
Eliza bowed slightly and instinctively took Eleanor's outstretched hand. The two slowly shook their arms and then politely separated.
She waited for this chosen one of the goddesses of wisdom to deliver some important information, and he did not disappoint her.
Eleanor took her hand and led her a few steps forward, pointing in a certain direction: "Let's leave from the Lolo Lake Plain. There's no one patrolling there these days, only some debtors from the merchant guild fishing there."
How did she know?
Eliza had many questions to ask.
The legion's patrol routes are kept secret. Even in the past, she couldn't know them in advance and could only find out their movements a few days ago through scouts.
Perhaps Princess Eleanor deduced Charlotte's next move by combining multiple intelligence reports?
She didn't ask that silly question and nodded very seriously: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Then she looked at Princess Nolana with pleading eyes.
Eleanor smiled and said gently, "Don't worry, I won't let you go alone. Caroline!"
She called out from the side, and Caroline, who had just been acting as an attendant, quickly came over and put her hand to her chest.
"Take twenty men and escort the princess. Make sure she is safe," Eleanor instructed.
Caroline quickly agreed and, following the princess's previous orders, selected twenty people from the group. These were mostly royal guards sent by Eva before, and they couldn't be left out of the group on their "trip".
This is a tacit understanding between her and Eva: no matter what important matter is done on the surface, Eva will not be bypassed, and the matter of rescuing Princess Belly is naturally no exception.
Eliza moved her lips as if to say something, but Eleanor took a thick roll of paper from her waist.
These scrolls of paper had no emblems; they were all blank sheets of paper that Enlin sold in large quantities. The paper was covered with dense writing in neat, illegible handwriting.
She took it and her eyes widened slightly: it was covered with a dense map of routes, with not only the time and location being very precise, but also the terrain depicted with great accuracy.
Eleanor put a finger to her lips and whispered, "Your Highness Eliza, someone will meet with you after you escape to Cadland. We can discuss the next steps of our cooperation then."
Eliza took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.
At this moment, the girl in her eyes was no longer a gentle older sister, but exuded an eerie and even dangerous aura that reminded her of death.
She watched Eleanor's long, dark hair brush past her shoulder and gradually recede into the distance, and couldn't help but wonder whether the person in front of her was Death or a follower of the god of wisdom.
Surrounded by the crowd, Eliza climbed back onto her horse. She couldn't help but look back—Andra was naturally not in the escort; she was staying by the side of the mysterious prince, bending down to whisper something in his ear, laughing as she spoke.
They are truly amazing.
Eliza tightened her hood. The two people she saw were different from everyone else around her; they seemed to live in another world.
The young man who splattered blood would show an innocent, pure smile in front of his lover.
She took Eleanor's arm in her hand, as if afraid that the breeze would carry her away.
And that shrewd and secretive girl will also reveal a warm, clear, and wholeheartedly dependent side to her lover.
Her eyes never left Andra, and they would flicker with every word she spoke.
They are truly...enviable.
Eliza wiped her eyes, turned around, and spurred her horse forward.
......
Andra took her lover's hand and together they looked at the departing golden princess and her retinue of servants.
"This guy is quite calm; he should be able to cause some trouble for King Bale."
Eleanor turned her head to the side, and Andra's expression was somewhat mocking as she spoke.
This expression is somewhat similar to how she described "Misella is very brave" in her previous life, but with less of the helplessness.
She didn't care about her lover's absent-mindedness at the moment, because something more important was about to happen.
Eleanor pressed against Andra's arm, rubbing her skin gently against it for a long time, as if she didn't want to be apart for even a moment.
This intimacy pleased Andra, who took Eleanor's hand in return, encircling her delicate fingers in her palm, and led her to run towards the sea.
Their shoes sank into the sand, the sand constantly seeping into their shoes and dancing between their toes.
The deep red sun was at the very center of the sky, generously radiating boundless light and heat.
"Phew~"
After running for an unknown amount of time, Andra grabbed Eleanor and fell backward, the two of them slumping onto the beach, gazing up at the clear blue sky.
Andra held her lover's small hand with one hand, and tapped the pretty seashells they had just picked up together with the other.
She figured there were quite a few light pink and light purple shells inside, perfect for weaving a necklace for Eleanor...
"Eleanor".
She unconsciously called out her lover's name, then turned to him and said, "Let's go play in the water?"
"...You've learned to swim?"
"Of course not," Andra denied vehemently. She was still planning to use the excuse of learning to swim to coax her lover into rolling around in the water with her.
She pinched Eleanor's cheek with a self-righteous air, then curled up into a ball, saying in a dignified and coquettish tone, "I need you to teach me too~"
Eleanor caught a glimpse of Manju and Coral's anxious eyes out of the corner of her eye.
Manju even shook her head gently at her from a distance—but their princess did not respond and instead turned her back.
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