As soon as they stepped into the territory of the Kingdom of Saint Na, the soldiers in the city kept casting their eyes at their carriage. The Holy Maiden of Light was like the spokesperson of the God of Light, and she was very conspicuous wherever she went.
The priest only arranged for a small group of nuns and paladins to accompany him on this trip, which was much smaller than the last trip to the Kingdom of Arnold, but it was exactly what Maggie wanted.
If there are too many people following her, her movements will be very inconvenient.
When she arrived at the city lord's mansion, the city lord was already waiting at the gate. News of her arrival spread faster than her carriage could travel.
"Welcome, Your Highness."
As the voice faded, there was a knock on the carriage door, and a paladin's cautious inquiry came from outside.
"Your Highness, what do you think?"
Maggie drew back the curtains and met the eyes of the city's lord, a very young woman. Her gorgeous dress exuded elegance and nobility, and she held a feather fan in her hand, partially obscuring her face, leaving only a pair of affectionate, half-closed eyes.
He wore a large black veil hat on his head, which almost completely blocked out the sunlight.
Maggie slowly stepped down from the carriage and nodded to the city lord as a sign of politeness.
"Thank you for your help, Lord Greta."
Maggie's identity meant she couldn't stay in ordinary places, so it was normal for her to have dealings with the lords of various cities.
Fortunately, she had done her homework beforehand; otherwise, it would have been rather impolite to stay at the city lord's mansion without knowing his name.
Even if they can't call it out, it doesn't matter; the power of the Temple of Light is enough to intimidate most people.
"Your Highness's presence is no trouble at all. Your room has been prepared for you."
When Lady Greta heard Maggie call her name, her charming eyes curved into a smile, and she seemed to be in a good mood, as if she was pleased by the way she was addressed.
Thank you.
Maggie gently lifted her foot and quietly kicked the train of her saintess's robe behind her, while casually thanking her.
She had complained more than once about how unreasonable the design of the dress was, saying that it served no purpose other than to showcase her beauty and divinity.
With its almost fishtail-like fitted silhouette and long train, honestly, even running away would be a problem.
"Hehe, Your Highness is an interesting person."
Lord Greta, however, keenly noticed Maggie's subtle movement, her fan swaying slightly to conceal her chuckling expression.
"The city lord is also one."
Caught red-handed, Maggie wasn't embarrassed. Instead, she returned the smile, her gaze landing precisely on the city lord's hands—a pair of dark red lace gloves.
"What, Your Highness likes this too?"
Lord Greta noticed Maggie's gaze, gently extended her right hand, and admiringly turned over her slender hand.
"As beautiful as your eyes."
Maggie didn't know whether to agree or not, her tone was ambiguous, and her gaze returned to Lord Greta's face, or more accurately, her eyes.
If you don't look closely, you won't easily notice that the city lord's eyes appear almost black in the dark, but are actually a very deep dark red.
"Hehe, Your Highness is so humorous."
Greta looked slightly taken aback, then smiled again, covering her face with her fan.
The two walked side by side into the city lord's mansion. Greta seemed to enjoy chatting with Maggie, and their laughter never stopped along the way.
Just seconds before reaching the stairs, Greta suddenly giggled and spoke, her tone as casual and easy as a noble lady inviting a good friend to afternoon tea.
“Your Highness, if you are not in a hurry to leave, the city is preparing a monster-hunting competition. The journey to Taber is so long, Your Highness may stop and watch for a while to change your mood.”
Maggie lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the emotional fluctuations within them, but her tone remained unchanged, still as gentle and kind as ever.
"I will naturally not refuse Lord Greta's kind invitation."
She quietly agreed.
"That's wonderful. I'm sure the noble young men participating in the competition will be very happy to know that Her Highness the Saintess will be watching."
Maggie didn't miss the flash of pleasure in Greta's eyes, and nodded before parting ways with her.
Speaking of which, this city lord's mansion is really dark. Thick and gorgeous curtains completely block out all the windows, and only the faint light from lamps and candles can be seen inside.
Even the style is... very gothic.
Maggie walked up the steps one by one, led by the maid to the room Greta had prepared for her, her expression unchanged.
Only she knew that all her attention was now focused on the diamond-shaped isolator hanging around her neck.
If nothing unexpected happens, this guy's target should be this drop of 'Night Blood'.
Maggie was certain of Greta's identity almost the instant she met her; everything that followed only confirmed her suspicions.
Such terrible acting skills are truly...
As Maggie was thinking, the maid suddenly interrupted her thoughts. At that moment, the maid was standing respectfully in front of a door.
"Your Highness, your room is here."
Maggie could see a faint red light flash in the maid's eyes. Although she spoke respectfully, there was an indescribable aura about her.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Maggie's attitude remained normal throughout, pretending not to notice anything unusual, and she treated the maid as usual.
"I hope Her Highness can get some rest."
After saying that, the maid turned and left, so she didn't see Maggie's thoughtful expression as she watched her retreating figure.
To be honest, this maid's performance was even worse than that of the city lord.
Maggie thought for a moment, then turned around and opened the door to the room. Inside, there was a large expanse of dark red silk, and even the curtains exuded an indescribable eeriness. The four corners of the table lamp on the table were slightly upturned, and the whole thing looked like it had been sprayed with a layer of green paint.
"Am I having some bad luck? Maybe I should really pray to that guy Harlen sometime?"
She stood at the door without moving, silently closing it, crossing her arms, stroking her chin, and looking around the room.
"No, it seems his luck isn't very good either."
Thinking of Harun's near-death experience during the struggle for godhood, Maggie quickly rejected the option.
She can even sneak into the lair of vampires in any city she happens to pass by; you could say she has a special talent.
Maggie sighed silently and resignedly sat down on the bed.
Lord Greta's strange attitude suggests that she has noticed the 'Blood of the Night' on her. Given that this place is very close to Thorn Castle, it would be unreasonable for her not to intercept the item.
At least in this era, no vampire wants to revive Ulysses.
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