After leaving the restaurant, Maggie went straight back to the temple. She didn't care where Ed would go, since Perkin would be keeping an eye on him anyway.
Unexpectedly, she ran into her brother, Spielberg, as soon as she stepped out of the restaurant.
His gaze swept over Maggie, then looked at the restaurant behind her. His dark, opaque eyes held an indescribable emotion that was hard to define, and making one feel inexplicably uneasy when they met.
His bright red hair stood out in the crowd, and coupled with his superior bone structure and facial features, many people frequently cast glances at him.
Since returning from the seabed, Maggie has not restricted their movements. She only told Spiel to keep an eye on him, otherwise she would not care about any trouble he caused and would take responsibility herself.
Spitbolt, as the older brother, was also very reliable and didn't cause Maggie any more trouble.
Maggie walked down the steps to Spald's side, offering a polite greeting tinged with a hint of inquiry.
"Good morning, why aren't you with your brother?"
Ed arrived early, and even though she talked with Ed for a long time, only a little over an hour had passed. Although the morning light wasn't as intense as before, it was still quite warm.
Twins should be inseparable. In the original comics, the two rarely acted alone, unless the younger brother rebelled and the older brother simply couldn't keep him in check.
"My younger brother also has his own things to do."
Spitt's tone was gentle, and a gentlemanly and elegant smile appeared on his lips. Unlike Harlan, his gentleness seemed to come from his very bones, rather than being a pretense.
This was also something that surprised Maggie.
It's quite a talent that an older brother who's as shrewd as a businessman could possess such an aura.
"Does Her Highness the Holy Maiden come to places like this?"
He glanced meaningfully at the restaurant behind Maggie, but his tone was casual, making it easy for people not to be wary.
"No, I just came to see my brother."
Maggie shook her head with a chuckle. There was no point in hiding it; the Duke probably already knew by now anyway.
The power he placed on Ed was dispelled, and as long as he was on guard, he should make his move now.
So the moment Maggie left the restaurant room, she had already given the Beard royal family a message: since Saint Fey City was far away from the Kingdom of Saint Na and beyond their reach, she could simply borrow manpower from nearby.
The Beard royal family, who have always been wary of the Duke of Zefnia's mansion, will surely not let this opportunity slip by.
If we're going to cooperate, we should at least show some sincerity.
This was her way of showing sincerity to the Beard royal family, and also a gift for Princess Eve, letting her know that choosing her was absolutely the right choice.
Having encountered some interesting people, and now that Maggie had some time to rest, Maggie and Spitbol tacitly decided not to return to the temple immediately. Instead, they strolled along the cobblestone streets of Santa Fe, completely unfazed by the surrounding hustle and bustle.
"Your Highness, the secrets you hold truly pique our curiosity."
Spitbolt's words were so blunt that Maggie raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
"You too."
Maggie responded politely, glancing at Spielt with a meaningful look in her eyes.
However, she only said that; her understanding of Spittor far exceeded Spittor's knowledge of her.
The information asymmetry is what makes her seem mysterious and intriguing.
After talking for a while, Maggie realized that Spitbol didn't seem to know her very well, and even had some strange misunderstandings about her.
Indeed, some noble ladies are quite promiscuous, including not only having more than three lovers in secret, but also letting their lovers and husbands enter their boudoirs together.
She might even have indescribable relationships with gardeners and family doctors.
Relationships in the Middle Ages were quite chaotic, and it was common for nobles with higher power to do things that violated human ethics, but none of this had anything to do with her, or rather, the original owner of this body.
Both the original owner and she were innocent girls who couldn't be more naive.
If this body hadn't contained an older version of her, even the original owner might not have been able to understand what Spitt was saying.
Spitbolt was talking to her about ordinary daily life, but inexplicably the conversation drifted to this topic, leaving Maggie speechless after listening.
Much of what Spald said shocked even her.
She felt that Spitbol might have some stereotypes about her.
Finally, just when Maggie was about to be completely speechless, Spald spoke up again.
"Your Highness... your charm is indeed irresistible, so..."
Spittor paused repeatedly, seemingly struggling with how to phrase it, leaving Maggie feeling numb.
Is this person trying to advise her against having casual relationships?
That conversation was far too awkward.
"Although I don't know why you think this way about me, as the Holy Maiden of the Temple, I would not do those things like ordinary nobles."
Maggie replied with a forced smile.
Anyone would be in a bad mood if their private life was questioned. Maggie thought she was straightforward enough, but she didn't expect that Spitbol would show a hesitant look.
"If you have any misunderstandings about me, you can just say so."
Maggie was speechless.
A person with an upright character has nothing to fear.
Forget about messing around with men and women. She was already quite bland to begin with. Reading fanfiction every day was the biggest indulgence she could have. After transmigrating, she was just trying to survive every day, let alone thinking about that kind of thing.
The couple she ships is always around her, but she has no interest or energy to ship them.
Let alone herself.
"No, Your Highness, that's not what I meant."
When Maggie pressed him so directly, it was Spud who became embarrassed and dared not say what he wanted to say, creating an awkward atmosphere between the two.
"The temple may have left you with some bad impressions, but as a saintess, I will not."
Maggie emphasized it again.
The main issue is that some things had indeed been circulating about the Temple of Light before... such as unspeakable things between a priest and a little boy, or between a nun and a knight, which may be one of the reasons why Spitt misunderstood her.
Maggie valued her innocence highly, and although Spitbert hadn't explained it very clearly, she understood.
"Regarding that book, I will return the power to you as soon as possible. Goodbye."
Maggie remembered something that made her feel uneasy, so she didn't say anything more to Spitbol, leaving only that sentence before turning and leaving.
Only a hint of annoyance remained on Spielberg's face.
He was easily flustered by matters concerning his younger brother, but seeing Maggie's slightly cold expression, he felt a vague unease rising in his heart, which was very strange.
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