Given Her Highness's achievements, no one would object to building a statue of her in a border city.
The current Maggie is the true Holy Lady.
Maggie looked at Charles, who showed no sign of lying, and narrowed her eyes slightly. She was a little skeptical of Charles's words, but seeing his sincere attitude, she didn't press him further.
"Now that the beast tide has passed safely, my mission is complete."
She looked away and said in a calm tone.
"Your Highness, after each beast tide passes, the border city holds a grand celebratory banquet. Although resources are scarce on the border, there is still some food and wine available. What do you think?"
Charles had assumed Maggie would sleep in and miss the dinner party, but the timing was perfect. Maggie woke up on the day the dinner party started, and he took the opportunity to extend an invitation.
Maggie, however, frowned slightly while holding Nesser, because in her mind, banquets usually meant that something bad would happen, either an assassination or a power struggle.
Seemingly sensing Maggie's inner resistance, Charles quickly continued.
"Although it's called a celebratory banquet, it's actually a victory celebration banquet prepared for Her Highness. You've sacrificed so much for this border city, and you absolutely deserve our gratitude. You should be the star of the day, so..."
His tentative tone and expression made Maggie unable to refuse; she could see the expectation in Charles's eyes.
Plus, there aren't any messy people or things happening this time, so maybe we can really relax for a while?
Maggie thought about it for a moment, looking somewhat serious.
"Okay, then I'll go."
She parted her cherry lips slightly, ultimately deciding not to be a spoilsport.
"That's wonderful, thank you so much for your honor, Your Highness."
Charles visibly breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that Maggie hadn't woken up. If she had woken up and still refused to go, the soldiers would have felt guilty towards Her Highness for a long time.
After putting in so much effort, only to be met with a basketful of disappointment and departure, everyone will feel guilty.
After all, Her Highness's predicament was partly, or rather, largely, caused by them.
Charles felt ashamed whenever he recalled how Priestess Shia had inexplicably abandoned her post and disappeared that day, causing Her Highness to fall into such a dangerous situation.
"Has High Priestess Shia been found...?"
Maggie lowered her eyes and spoke after a long while.
Charles was clearly taken aback. He opened his mouth as if to speak but then hesitated, seemingly finding it difficult to say anything. However, he still explained everything clearly to Maggie.
"She said she saw a celestial phenomenon that foretold the inevitable defeat in this battle to defend the city, and that only by returning to the temple could she find a glimmer of hope. So, after the beast tide began, she secretly left the border city and sneaked back towards the temple."
His words made Maggie pause, her feelings more than just complicated.
Regardless of whether the celestial phenomenon is real or not, what difference is there between this behavior and desertion?
Furthermore, there's no storyline in the comics about the border city being destroyed by monsters. It's likely that even without her appearance, there would have been various other possibilities or people who could have successfully saved the border city.
What exactly did she predict?
Maggie was furious, but recalling Shia's erratic and clearly abnormal state, she chose not to say anything more.
It can only be said that choosing to believe a lunatic was the only wrong judgment she made during this beast tide.
How can a normal person understand the thoughts of a madman?
"Have they caught him yet?"
Maggie pursed her lips and asked in return.
"Yes, I personally...caught it."
Charles's mood noticeably sombered at the mention of Priest Shia. After all, Priest Shia had worked with him in the border city for over a decade, and their relationship was that of comrades-in-arms and friends. Now that this had happened, and he had personally taken action, it was unlikely that Charles could be happy about it.
Next, Shia will face judgment according to the laws of the temple. He will most likely be taken back to the temple and, like Louis XVI, go to the guillotine.
"I understand. I will submit a suggestion to the temple to send a new priest to replace Shia."
Maggie showed no sympathy or pity for Shia; in fact, she even harbored some hatred towards her.
Because of her actions, the entire border city was almost destroyed. So many lives were lost. Can a single prophecy explain it all?
Only someone who disregards others and only cares about their own life or death could do such a thing.
If it weren't for her intervention, Charles's soul would probably have been completely devoured by the monster long ago, and he wouldn't have had the chance to be sad in front of her.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Charles nodded in agreement and finally left.
After exchanging pleasantries, Maggie was finally able to hold Nesser and take him to rest.
She glanced around at the four remaining people still staring at her expectantly, then waved her hand and arranged everyone's schedule for the day.
"You all better hurry back to sleep. I have a celebration banquet tonight, and I don't want to bring a bunch of envious people to the banquet."
Maggie crossed her arms, pointed at Perkin, and then at Harlan.
As for Ficklin, he's a dragon with exceptional physical abilities; he could go without sleep for another two weeks without any problems.
If you really want to know, they can sleep for years, longer than they hibernate, so they are unusually active when they are awake and don't need to sleep.
"yes."
Perkin seemed to know that he was in a bad state, and disappeared without saying much.
"I never refuse Her Highness's requests."
Harlan gave Maggie a deep look before giving her a standard knightly salute and turning to leave.
Only Rabai, Ficklin, and Maggie remained staring at each other. Rabai couldn't hear her, while Ficklin clearly had something else to say to her.
"Speak if you have something to say."
To deal with a simple-minded dragon, the more concise your explanation, the easier it will be for him to understand.
"Hey, I was just wondering if you had any more of that dragon mint you had on you? Could you give me some more?"
Ficklin smiled shyly, looking a bit embarrassed. At first glance, he seemed like a kind and handsome young man, but what he said really made Maggie's eyes go black.
Why is he still thinking about Dragon Mint?
Didn't I already explain it to him?
Maggie was speechless and simply and clearly rejected Ficklin's fantasy.
"No."
She was sometimes really curious about the thought process of dragons.
The key issue is that she couldn't explain that she was actually using the gray beads to detoxify him, which gave him a feeling similar to being refreshed and invigorated.
It simply meant that his confused mind would gradually become as clear as before.
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