The room’s decor was extremely luxurious. Priceless oil paintings hung on the walls, and a thick white bear fur carpet covered the floor.
In the center of the room stood a huge velvet bed, its canopy made of the finest silk. At that moment, the kingdom’s princess, Saint Freya, whose features were very delicate, was sitting at an exquisite vanity. She wore a white silk nightgown with a long train that dragged on the floor.
Her shining golden hair reached her waist, covering the stool, and white roses were entwined within it. On her vanity, instead of cosmetics, there was a fist-sized crystal ball. The crystal ball was emitting a blue light.
On its surface, the scene of Tattle Town’s central square was clearly projected. The scene of Primrose standing on the platform, releasing the Rain of Healing, was playing in the crystal ball without missing a second.
Saint Freya rested her chin on her hands, her pale red eyes quietly watching Primrose in the crystal ball.
Two abnormal blushes appeared on her cheeks, and her gaze was as dazed as if she were drunk. Saint Freya extended a slender finger and gently stroked Primrose’s cheek through the crystal ball. Standing behind Saint Freya was a young girl dressed in a black-and-white maid outfit.
This maid kept her head lowered, her hands tightly clasped together, not even daring to breathe. She knew that Her Highness the Princess was in an extremely excited state. Whenever the Princess showed that expression, it was when she was most dangerous.
If she made any noise that disturbed the Princess at this moment, the consequences would be worse than death.
“Did you see that?”
Saint Freya suddenly spoke, her voice light and airy. The maid shuddered and hurriedly replied.
“Y-yes, I saw it, Your Highness.”
“She is the one true goddess of our Kingdom of Aezera.”
“Those stupid nobles, my arrogant brothers, and even Father—if Yuna hadn’t returned and explained the Border War situation, they would still be doubting the Goddess’s existence…”
Saint Freya stood up and walked to the window. The sunlight shone on her calm face.
“Only I am the one who understands the Goddess best.”
Saint Freya turned around and looked at the crystal ball.
“I have been collecting everything about the Goddess since I was a child.”
“Her paintings, her legends, every word she left behind a thousand years ago.”
“I have engraved all of these things into my mind.”
Saint Freya walked to the vanity and lifted the crystal ball in both hands, as if holding a rare treasure.
“Now, she has finally returned.”
Saint Freya revealed a smile.
“She has descended upon my kingdom.”
“This is the arrangement of fate.”
“This is the Goddess’s call to me.”
The maid stood nearby, cold sweat soaking her back. She knew that the Princess had a near-pathological obsession with the legendary Goddess.
The Princess’s voice, her words—no matter what she said—the atmosphere she created was suffocating.
No wonder it was said that none of the maids serving the Princess lasted more than a month.
Saint Freya held the crystal ball, staring unblinkingly at the scene inside. In the scene, Primrose had finished her speech and was preparing to step down from the platform under Consta’s guidance.
The commoners in the square were still cheering wildly.
“How splendid.”
Saint Freya murmured to herself.
“This is the treatment the Goddess deserves.”
Saint Freya turned her head and looked at the maid standing beside her.
“No. 37.”
Saint Freya called out the maid’s code name.
In this room, the maid had no name, only a code.
“Y-yes!”
No. 37 hurriedly stepped forward.
“You may leave now.”
Saint Freya smiled at the maid.
“Y-yes…!”
The maid replied tremblingly and left as if fleeing.
Saint Freya sat back down at the vanity. The image in the crystal ball began to shake. It was the gray-cloaked figure moving.
In the scene, the gray-cloaked figure left the corner of the square and entered an empty alley. He placed the crystal ball on a wooden crate and then removed his hood. The image stabilized.
Just then, a heavy footstep came from the crystal ball.
The gray-cloaked figure spun around, his dagger already drawn. But after recognizing the newcomer, he immediately sheathed his dagger and respectfully stepped aside.
In the crystal ball’s image, a man in armor appeared. It was Buck the Warrior Chief. Buck walked up to the wooden crate and looked at the crystal ball glowing blue.
He took a deep breath, then made a move that no one would have expected. He did not draw his sword, nor did he question the gray-cloaked figure.
He directly bent his knees and fell heavily to his knees before the crystal ball.
“Long time no see, Warrior Chief Buck.”
Saint Freya sat in her room in the royal capital, watching Buck in the crystal ball, a satisfied smile on her face. She spoke softly to the crystal ball. Her voice traveled through the magical device and reached the alley in Tattle Town clearly.
Buck did not even dare to lift his head. The crystal ball in front of him emitted a dim blue light. Princess Saint Freya’s voice came from inside, soft but striking Buck’s ears like thunder.
“Your subordinate Buck pays respects to Your Highness the Princess.”
Buck’s voice was deep, filled with absolute respect.
The gray-cloaked figure standing nearby remained silent, guarding the alley entrance like a ghost. Buck was actually very nervous inside.
Five years ago. At that time, Buck had already been on the path of revenge for his wife for a while. In a battle against the Demon Race, he fell into an ambush, was severely injured, fled all the way, and finally hid in a deep mountain forest to await death.
Just when he thought he would eventually be eaten by passing monsters, a young girl with dark red hair, entwined with creeping crimson roses and vines, appeared before him. Buck only caught a dazed glimpse. That girl was Princess Saint Freya out on a royal tour.
At that time, the Princess did not speak, only showed a very eerie smile. That smile was beautiful, and also dangerous. It didn’t seem human, but rather like a… monster.
The Princess threw him a High-Grade Recovery Potion and a sharp Fine Steel Longsword. Buck got his life back. From that day on, Buck’s life belonged to Princess Saint Freya.
With that sword, he killed all the monsters that attacked him, killed all the demons that pursued him, and climbed step by step to his current position. Only later did he learn that it was the second face of Her Highness Princess Saint Freya.
Her Highness’s usual face to the world had golden hair and eyes that were only pale red, not that deep, terrifying red.
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