Chapter 1630 - 102: Fox and Mouse Game (12)

Chapter 1630: Chapter 102: Fox and Mouse Game (12)

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The carriage rumbled into the estate, beneath the night sky, the banquet hall surrounded by twelve stone columns was brilliantly illuminated.

Familiar yet strange scenes made Elizabeth think of her "homeland."

But this was not the heart of the Empire, here was far from that eternal city by mountains and ranges.

Reducing speed, turning, the carriage steadily stopped in front of the main entrance of the banquet hall.

Inside the pitch-dark carriage, a calm male voice sounded.

"We have arrived, Your Highness, tonight Sister Felt will protect you throughout."

After speaking, the owner of the voice gently pushed open the side door of the carriage.

Light from the banquet hall flowed in, illuminating his officer uniform and outlining his profile.

It was a great face, existing to tell others—there are indeed those in the world who receive more favor from the Creator.

Yet despite such a beautiful face, Elizabeth felt no inkling of goodwill because alongside it in her line of sight, were a pair of detached, cold eyes.

Protection?

Elizabeth smiled and looked at another person inside the carriage: "I leave it to you then, Felt Sisters."

"Do not worry, Your Highness, you are absolutely safe tonight," answered the nun softly, sitting opposite, under the white headscarf was an equally great face.

As if to prove that women can also receive the Creator’s favor, "Sister Felt" and the terrifying man beside her both possessed an extraordinary beauty that would make every noblewoman and lady in the Imperial City envious to the point of bleeding from their seven apertures.

Elizabeth could not imagine the effort the rebels must have exerted to put together such a pair of impeccable figures.

The beauty of the "Major" and the "Nun" even made Elizabeth initially believe the rebels wanted to use beauties to entice her—perhaps uncertain of her preferences, or due to mishearing some rumors, they specially dispatched a man and a woman.

For this, Elizabeth felt rather irritated.

However, the Princess soon discovered that the "Major" and "Nun" had no interest in her, nor were they interested in arousing her interest.

The "Major" obviously treated her as a prisoner, the identity of the Princess meant nothing to him.

Elizabeth had no doubt that if the "Major" found it more beneficial to eliminate her, not to mention "Princess," even the title of "Emperor" would not make him hesitate for a second.

As for the "Nun," the seemingly devout, kind, and harmless "Nun."

Intuition told Elizabeth that the "Nun" was more dangerous than the "Major"—the "Major" at least agreed she was human, but the "Nun" did not see her as human at all.

The "Nun" viewed her as a corpse waiting to be dissected.

Whenever the "Nun" appeared behind Elizabeth, she always felt someone was slicing her skin, tendons, and bones with gaze, yet when turning around, she could only see the "Nun’s" pure, innocent eyes.

Therefore, every second spent with these two "great faces" filled Elizabeth with torment.

Fortunately, the White Knight finally arrived.

A hand reached the carriage door.

"Please, Your Highness Princess."

Elizabeth genuinely smiled, held onto the extended hand, disembarked the carriage, and proceeded to clasp onto the One-eyed Knight.

"Thank you," Elizabeth said sweetly, "Major Roson."

The young Major named "Roson" clearly was not adapted to such close contact with the opposite sex—the identity as the enemy country’s Princess perhaps had an influence. Overall, his expression became rigid, muscles started to tense, and he didn’t know how to move his legs.

Such a youthful and naive reaction, instead made Elizabeth find it very amusing.

"Let’s go, Major," Elizabeth deliberately dragged out her voice, forcefully pulling on the One-eyed Knight’s arm, "What are you still waiting for?"

The One-eyed Knight looked helplessly toward the carriage, no one extended a helping hand—"Major" remained silent in the dark carriage, while the "Nun" who disembarked showed indifference to his predicament.

The One-eyed Knight struggled for a moment, eventually relinquished resistance, allowed the Princess from the enemy country to drag him toward the banquet hall.

The short path to the banquet hall was paved with polished patterned marble slabs, pretty but impractical, a fashion from many years ago, difficult to walk on without tripping, especially challenging for women wearing enormous skirts supported by iron frames.

Thus, after Elizabeth was born, newly built Imperial Palace corridors replaced polished marble mosaics with slightly rough sandstone slabs, and this quickly became popular in every corner of the Empire—of course, the polished marble flooring in old corridors was retained.

In other words, walking quickly on polished marble without stumbling was a skilled act, which Elizabeth was proficient in.

Therefore she purposefully took large strides, leaving the "Nun" behind, even the "Knight" struggled to keep up.

After confirming distance from the "Nun", Elizabeth quickly asked, "Siegfried, Marvey, are they okay?"

"Don’t worry," the One-eyed Knight hesitated briefly, quietly replied, "They are fine."

"You haven’t harmed them again, have you?"

"Of course not, your poet friend hurts me more likely."

Elizabeth’s suspended heart released, with the "Major" and "Nun" maintaining silence all along, she could only occasionally gain some companion news from the "Knight’s" mouth.

"Thank you," Elizabeth said sincerely, "Major Roson."

"You overestimate, Your Highness Princess."