"Your Highness, did you sleep well last night?"
High Priest Arlin blocked Maggie's way to the dueling arena with a polite smile, showing no trace of the person who had once clashed with Maggie and been verbally abused by her.
"I slept very well, thank you for your concern, High Priest."
Maggie smiled slightly. Some people don't come to the temple unless they have a reason. This guy probably got some kind of permission to come and annoy her again.
However, she was unfazed by any provocation and had dealt with each challenge one by one.
"It seems that Your Highness is unaware that the vampire you captured last night did not survive until morning; it had already turned to ashes."
Yarlin clicked his tongue in admiration, clearly referring to Coron.
Moreover, judging from his words, it seems that Archbishop Ford found out about her trip to the eastern suburbs last night. However, Maggie didn't think she could keep it a secret anyway, so she didn't seem to care much.
"Oh? So he confessed something?"
Although Maggie didn't know what had happened last night, she pretended to be completely unaware. Yarlin might cause trouble, so she calmly went along with what Yarlin was saying.
He appeared completely oblivious, as if nothing was amiss, and that everything was under control.
"Then we'll have to ask the Holy Knight Commander. Didn't he tell Her Highness?"
Yarlin raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.
"I have a lot of things to do lately. Unimportant people or things have to be put on hold. Not everyone is as free as the High Priest."
Maggie secretly mocked Arlin for having nothing better to do than come and 'tip her in the bud'.
"Heh, it seems you are unaware of what the Paladin Commander did for you."
Yarlin sneered, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes as he looked at Maggie.
"Your Highness, don't blame me for not reminding you, the Holy Knight Commander is highly regarded by the Pope, and you don't want to jeopardize his future because of you, do you?"
His words carried a subtle threat.
Maggie understood what he was trying to say; it was a veiled suggestion that she shouldn't get too close to Harlan. To outsiders, that was indeed the case. An insignificant mascot and a promising, exceptionally talented paladin commander shouldn't be hanging around together.
Maggie understood. It seemed that Harlen must have stood up for her last night, or secured some benefit for her, which was why Yarlin had such an attitude.
However, upon hearing what Arlin said, Maggie suddenly recalled that in the comics, Arlin had always been very friendly to Harun in the early stages, basically treating Harun as one of his own, and Harun did indeed become the Pope's bodyguard.
Maggie couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Harlan's charm was indeed terrifying; he was popular with both men and women, and even his colleagues were quite concerned about his future.
"Are you jealous that I have people who care about me in the temple? High Priest, don't be so petty. The God will not like a believer like you."
She smiled very gently, but her words were quite disgusting.
After saying that, Maggie walked right past Yarlin, not intending to say another word to him.
Although she didn't think Harlan would sacrifice his interests to do much practical thing for her, the fact that Yarlin was so unhappy made her feel good.
Maggie thought that today's competition would go smoothly, allowing her good mood to continue.
Arlin stood frozen in place, seemingly completely unprepared for Maggie's calm demeanor. In the end, she simply ignored his warning and left.
The wind blew through the corridor, bringing with it a sense of desolation.
...
The morning's duel ended peacefully, and Maggie never expected to be stopped by a red-haired girl. She bowed to her with gratitude in her eyes.
“Your Highness, my name is Susie. I have come here specifically to thank Your Highness for speaking up and saving Vittoria.”
Susie bowed deeply, closed her eyes, and thanked them loudly. If you looked closely, her body was still trembling slightly, perhaps because of nervousness or excitement.
Maggie was taken aback at first, but then she remembered that Witt was the magician who had been unlucky enough to be matched with the twin brother Spear yesterday, so she gently reached out to help Susie up.
“This is what I should do. There is no reason for Witt to pay for someone else’s rule-breaking behavior, especially at the cost of his life.”
She knew the twins needed her help, which was why they obediently stopped, but saving an innocent life was a good thing for Maggie.
Especially now, we've received thanks.
"Your Highness..."
Upon hearing Maggie's words, Susie's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She looked at Maggie as if she were looking at a deity. Perhaps at such a moment, Maggie was more effective than any vague or ethereal faith.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and began searching her body. The nun following Maggie noticed Susie's actions and immediately became alert.
The sudden appearance of the creature approaching the saintess and inexplicably rummaging through its body indicates danger.
Maggie stopped the nun from stepping forward. She knew Susie meant no harm and was simply waiting for her to finish her search.
As Susie searched, she suddenly pulled a letter from her bosom. The mark on it immediately caught Maggie's eye, and she was somewhat surprised.
This letter comes from the Silver Wheel.
This is the organization that Maggie has always wanted to cooperate with, a special force capable of eliminating her father.
How could this be...?
Was Susie simply using her gratitude as a pretext to convey other messages to her?
Maggie was uncertain. At the same time, Susie handed the letter to Maggie. Only then did Maggie realize that the letter looked more like an invitation than a letter.
"Your Highness, this is for you. I don't have anything particularly valuable on me, but I want to thank you."
Susie handed the invitation to Maggie with both hands, her eyes full of sincerity.
"Do you... know what this thing is used for?"
Maggie was startled, and her throat became dry.
This is the highest-level wish letter from the Silver Wheel. It can ask them to kill someone or to obtain gold and silver treasures. In short, they will do their best to fulfill any wish they can.
Only those who have made a great contribution to the members of the Silver Wheel can obtain it. Judging from the mark on it, it is definitely genuine. How could Susie have such a thing?
“I know! Dad said that if someone helps me, I can give this to my benefactor, and the benefactor can take it to the uncles and aunts, and they can grant the benefactor one request.”
Susie has a very clear, youthful voice; it's clean and sweet, the kind of voice that most people would put their guard down on.
"...."
Maggie was unusually silent; she didn't know whether she should ask Susie who her father was in such a public place.
Judging from her size and age, Susie is only seventeen or eighteen years old. The entire Silver Wheel is composed of non-humans, and the higher-ups are at least eight or nine hundred years old. How could they have such a young daughter?
Besides, Susie looks human, so how could she be related to the Silver Wheel?
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