The messenger dove flies into the air; it will arrive at Taber, the capital of the Kingdom of Saint Na, before Maggie's party.
After dealing with the tragedy at the city lord's mansion, the group set off again, and Maggie sat in the carriage with her eyes closed to rest.
Several days had passed since the Demon King Safa came to see her. She had finally broken through to the intermediate level of magic and could now freely use Star-level magic.
However, being around nuns and paladins prevents her from using or learning dark magic. Recently, she has been repeatedly practicing light magic, mostly aura-type magic, which is essentially supportive, providing buffs to others.
Although Maggie prefers to learn offensive magic, she still needs to maintain her image as a saintess, which might prove useful in crucial moments.
Nesser sat obediently opposite Maggie, staring at her intently.
Ever since what happened last time, Nesser has been like a frightened man. He gets anxious and restless every day if Maggie is not in his sight.
Even when he was exhausted, he would solemnly and repeatedly explain Maggie's safety to Perkin before he could finally rest.
Perkin was utterly speechless, wondering when he started avoiding Nesser.
There was a knock on the car window, and Maggie was forced to open her tired eyes.
Lately, she has been exhausted by various things, and the journey, even in a carriage, is tiring, so Maggie always tries to take a nap in front of others.
Maggie turned her head and saw the paladin looking apologetic. When she met his eyes, even his usually gruff voice became much softer.
"Your Highness, what about Princess Eve...?"
It was clear that he was in a real predicament, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered her.
Eve was, after all, a princess of a country. Although paladins were more noble than ordinary nobles, they were still a bit weaker than princesses and couldn't compare. They couldn't hit her or scold her, so they could only repeatedly bother Maggie.
"I understand, please stop the carriage."
Maggie rubbed her throbbing temples, her tone as gentle as ever, showing no signs of anger or morning grumpiness—she was practically the most perfect saint in the world.
The paladin breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Maggie with gratitude.
The group had just passed through a mountain and emerged from a narrow path. Maggie walked step by step on the slightly damp and soft soil toward Eve's carriage.
In fact, Eve was quiet for a long time after the massacre at the city lord's mansion, and Maggie was not in the mood to care about the mental health of a hostage. As long as the person was alive, it didn't matter.
I didn't expect her to be so forgetful. It seems I went too easy on her last time.
Maggie thought to herself absentmindedly as she pushed open the door of Eve's carriage.
To Maggie's surprise, the carriage was spotless, and Eve was sitting quietly in her seat, displaying a shy expression when she saw Maggie.
There were no insults, no angry accusations, and no condescending commands. This eerily calm demeanor sent a chill down Maggie's spine.
"?"
Maggie's movements froze at her fingertips. She thought she could finally vent the anger she had been feeling lately because of Xiu and Safa, but it seemed she couldn't use violence anymore.
Her lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
What's up with this love-obsessed princess?
Something feels off; there's a conspiracy.
"Your Highness, you have arrived."
When Eve saw Maggie, her expression became even more shy. You could even see her fingertips nervously gripping the hem of her skirt. She didn't even dare to look directly at Maggie, her eyes darting around with the shyness of a young girl.
What do you want?
Maggie sat warily opposite her, her eyes fixed on Eve. It wasn't that she was narrow-minded; Eve was just acting strangely, and she was afraid Eve would poison her.
"Um... thank you for protecting me."
Eve gently bit her lip, a suspicious blush rising on her face, which even made Maggie a little horrified.
Is that all you wanted to say to me?
Maggie has never been this upset when facing gods, demon kings, or even the progenitor of vampires. Besides, she didn't protect Eve. How did she come to this conclusion?
"Yes, and one more thing, I apologize to you for my previous arrogance."
Eve glanced at Maggie hesitantly before quickly looking away, her lips almost bleeding from being bitten. Her voice was so soft it was barely audible; if Maggie hadn't had such good hearing, she wouldn't have been able to hear what she was saying.
"...No need."
Maggie was rendered silent by her words. She had thought she would have to warn her again, but she never expected this to happen.
She was completely dumbfounded. She had even considered killing Eve, but now this guy was actually apologizing to her. Was the sun rising in the west?
Besides, this love-struck princess isn't the type to admit her mistakes.
Something's definitely not right.
"No, no, no, if it weren't for Her Highness the Holy Maiden, I would have died in the temple long ago."
Upon hearing Maggie's words, Eve panicked and waved her hands in front of her.
Maggie and Eve stared at each other for a long time before finally letting out an "oh" in response.
"...."
The air was silent. Maggie was feeling uncomfortable because of Eve's strange attitude, while Eve was too shy to speak.
Eve broke the silence by speaking first.
"Your Highness is so cool and brave when you handle things. You are really amazing. You are the perfect candidate for sainthood."
Eve's eyes sparkled as she spoke, filled with adoration; she became Maggie's biggest fan overnight.
Fifteen or sixteen question marks popped up in Maggie's head, and if you looked closely, her expression was a bit blank.
Could this cannon fodder princess be suffering from Stockholm syndrome?
"I will never forget the image of Her Highness the Holy Maiden's back."
Eve continued to express her feelings, and it took Maggie a while to understand what she was trying to say.
It was probably because she pushed open the gates of the city lord's mansion without hesitation that day, and when faced with corpses all over the ground, she remained calm and composed, issuing orders without any panic. Eve thought she was very capable, unlike any of the previous saintesses.
They even said that a princess who would be frightened to tears like that is indeed unworthy of being a saint.
Maggie was exasperated. The key point was that Princess Eve was a water elemental, so there was absolutely no way she could become the Holy Maiden of Light!
Eve, unaware of Maggie's inner monologue, continued talking to herself.
"Well... I have another favor to ask. If Your Highness becomes the God's wife in the future, please convey my faith and respect for him to the God."
Maggie, who had been somewhat lost in thought, was nearly startled to jump up from her seat by these words.
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