The princess took Sonia's arm and they went to the terrace on the second floor to get some fresh air. Griffith thought for a while, grabbed two glasses of sweet wine and followed.
The two lovely girls were holding hands, like little girls whispering. Griffith followed behind, and his graceful and soft waist and skirt, smooth shoulders and light blond hair were gently swaying in front of his eyes, and they were still double...
This is the future queen, what am I thinking about! The would-be knight shook his head sharply.
The princess turned her head, looked at him with a smile, and said softly to Sonia:
"That's great. Commodus wouldn't accompany me."
"..."
Sonia couldn't finish what she said. She was stuck for a while and said:
"His Royal Highness is a devout believer in the Holy Light."
"Pious~" the princess complained softly, "These days, I know six saints. Shepherd girls, farmers' daughters, traveling merchants' daughters, petty sergeants' daughters, a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls , didn’t understand anything, but each one claimed to be inspired by God.
"And did you know? Not only the girl of the Holy Light, there are also several spokespersons for the night, starry sky and storm, almost every god.
"Commodus welcomes everyone and has contact with everyone. This will damage his reputation among the senators. Some people are already saying that all the girls are his harem!"
Miss Mirantis looked very dissatisfied.
Well, a fiancée would be upset if she heard such rumors. Moreover, how could the Senate allow the combination of ecclesiastical power and royal power? Count Charles and the others would certainly not be able to sleep at night...
Griffith followed, following the conversation and making connections. Thoughts have become normal.
"Look, Sonia, it's not easy to be a prince and a princess. Oh, I'm so tired." The princess waved her arms on the terrace where there were no outsiders. "Do you want to be a princess? I want to quit, really. If you are willing, I will go back and talk to the Duke."
"Please allow me to refuse," Sonia smiled and shook her head, "Only Miss Mirantis can handle such an arduous task."
The princess smiled bitterly and continued:
"Look, Lord Seydlitz downstairs is anxious to get the prince to join the battle. The Grand Duke of Odessa must also have the same intention~
"The two of them are not marrying the prince's daughter. After the victory of this war, the royal power will be stronger, and the relationship between Bayeran and the South will become more solid. In addition, Verona is being devoured every day. , desolate Sebasto is better than nothing, waiting until the day Commodus ascends the throne...
"Is there anything Odessa can stand against the Crown? The senate, banks and newspapers of Beyeland will come with plot after plot to divide them, and then send in legions to bring them under their control.
"All of this is bound to happen."
Griffith nodded, this was what he found suspicious. Odessa had no reason to expect a strong and unified Beyeland. When that day comes, it will be the end of the princes in the north.
"Is this a conspiracy?" Sonia asked softly.
"It must be a conspiracy, but I don't know what it is yet," the princess took a sip of sweet wine. "Combined with the legend of the Angevin girl, the big shots in Odessa must be planning to combine the saint and the prince. Forming a force strong enough to confront the Beyelan Senate.
"If the saint is genuine, then they really don't have to worry about the issue of not having a future princess. The saint representing Odessa will become one of the biggest sources of support for the royal power, and the Grand Guild of Odessa will become the number one supporter of the new king."
These words sounded vaguely familiar. Griffith suddenly remembered the worries Miss Magic said to him.
This noble and graceful temperament, meticulous thinking. They seem to be about the same age. Could it be that Miss Mirantis also attended Mr. Hermit's party?
The princess chatted with Sonia for a while and looked a little tired:
"Sonia, I'm a little tired. Let's go back and rest first. Can your knight take me downstairs?"
Sonia hesitated for a moment, looked at Griffith doubtfully, then quickly turned back and said with a smile, "Of course, good night, Miss Mirantis."
Sonia probably misunderstood why the princess wanted to approach me... Griffith escorted the princess downstairs, thinking as he walked.
Miss Diana De Mirantis picked up her gorgeous skirt and walked down the stairs with light steps. She was as graceful as a queen, showing nobility and just the right amount of gentleness in her every move.
She tilted her head and gave Griffith a cute smile:
"I will set off to return to Byerland tomorrow. The battle and the prince here will be troublesome to you, Mr. Knight. Speaking of which, you are still my apprentice at Homemonworth~"
"I dare not take it seriously, but I will fight with all my strength."
"Well, then, don't forget what I asked you to do, Mr. Death Knight."
Her voice was very soft, but it echoed in Griffith's ears like thunder.
The princess looked at the surprised would-be knight and whispered with a smile: "There is nothing surprising, it is very easy to guess the identity of Mr. Death Knight.
"Although the specific missions of the Blood Warrior and Miss Shadow Priest are confidential, I have known the identities of their orcs and trolls for a long time. When the Blood Warrior mentioned cooperation, he mentioned a rough gathering location so that we can judge whether it is convenient to get there. From this, it can be inferred that the approximate location of Mr. Death Knight, who just joined the party, in late August was at the border of the Clan Alliance, near the Corrupted Forest.
“There is a part of the border there with Canaan, where the recent tragedy occurred.
"Then, Griffith, your social connections are not difficult to find out. During the Summer Parliament, I paid attention to you because of Sonia's conversation with the prince. The countess looked at you in an unusual way..."
But why is it so unusual~ Griffith slowed down, a wave of embarrassment on his face.
Miss Mirantis saw his expression and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle:
"At first, what I thought of was -
"Wow, have successive Countesses of the Larmore family finally developed the habit of attacking their own knights? Hahaha!"
When the princess said this, she couldn't help laughing. She couldn't stop laughing, and the nobles passing by on the stairs quietly cast their glances, wanting to see who the future princess was chatting happily with.
Miss Mirantes hurriedly stopped laughing and used a fan to cover the corners of her mouth that could not be suppressed:
"Then, I investigated your relationship out of pure curiosity.
"As a result, I found out that you are related to Miss Galadia Villanoy of Canaan, hehe! My lovely junior fellow at Homemon Watts, it is you! And then, by coincidence, the Canaan incident happened The time is very close to the time of Mr. Blood Warrior's mission. It is not difficult to connect Griffith and Mr. Death Knight.
"Is my guess correct?"
Well, indeed. Griffith nodded in approval: "The princess's guess is correct, but it is not good to make such a joke with the courtiers."
"Humph, I am the future princess, maybe, and also your senior sister, so it is appropriate to make a joke!" The princess jumped down the last few steps and turned around in the front hall on the first floor, "And the situation has already changed. At the point where there is no need to delay, Commodus will become the focus of the conspiracy, where the gods of good and evil are playing chess, and we are all pawns.
"As a chess piece, if you don't want to end up with a tragic end, you should always be vigilant and look for allies."
The princess came to the door and took a deep breath.
Tourists walked around the square, enjoying the beauty of the autumn night while curiously looking at the brightly lit Summer Palace and the knights in fine armor in front of it.
Dark clouds in the sky occasionally block the moonlight. There seems to be a familiar flavor in the refreshing autumn night.
Griffith looked at the changing sky of light and shadow, and then at the princess beside him. He vaguely felt that he had missed something in the conversation just now, but he could not find a clue.
Miss Mirantis got into the carriage accompanied by the guards and glanced at the would-be knight who was still thinking: "May victory and good luck be with you, Mr. Knight. See you later."
Her guards glanced at Griffith who said goodbye, then spurred their horses to protect the carriage and left.
At the same time, Nona, who was on standby not far away, also rode over with Gil and Desai, and also brought Griffith's horse.
Nona asked doubtfully: "Is everyone going back to rest so early?"
"No, it's still early. It's just that the princess took the first step." Griffith replied, turning around and preparing to return to the ball.
A strong wind blew in the air. The flags on the roof were rustling, the sycamore branches on the roadside were crackling, and the window sash made a banging sound in the strong wind. The wind was blowing hard, and it sounded like ghosts howling, roaring and wailing.
The clouds in the sky changed into strange shapes and flew past the rooftops.
In the blink of an eye, the strong wind suddenly stopped, but silence did not come. People heard strange sounds, like hundreds of night owls squawking and flapping their wings.
"It's unlucky," Desai muttered. "The night owls will gather on the rooftops of the dying people and sing sad funeral songs."
The crow of the night owl is high and loud, as if the whole world is about to die.
As the dark clouds were blown away by the strong wind, a ray of moonlight hidden by the clouds shone on the earth.
Griffith seemed to hear endless screams echoing, mixed with bursts of bursts and splashes of water, as some living creature had just been born from the amniotic fluid.
Is this voice my imagination? Griffith immediately held Hanguang and looked around. The streets were still calm under the moonlight, and the princess's gorgeous car was about to leave from the road beside the square. Many passers-by came out of the streets and alleys beside the square and gathered nearby, seemingly admiring the driving of the nobles. The Duke's guards were trying to persuade them to leave.
He remembered the conversation just now.
The big shots here in Odessa must be planning to pair the saint and the prince together...
Don’t worry about having no future princess…
