Blood tax

Chapter 294 The Future Queen

The princess took Sonia's arm, and the two went to the terrace on the second floor to get some fresh air.Griffith thought for a while, took two glasses of rum and followed.

Two lovely girls are arm in arm, like little girls whispering.Griffith followed behind, her graceful and soft slender waist and skirt, smooth fragrant shoulders and light blond hair swaying gently in front of his eyes, still double...

This is the future queen, what am I thinking about!The quasi-knight shook his head violently.

The princess turned her head, glanced at him with a smile, and said softly to Sonia:

"That's great, Commodus won't accompany me."

"..."

Sonia couldn't take what she said, she got stuck for a while and said:
"His Highness is a devout follower of the Holy Light."

"Pious~" the princess complained softly, "these days, I know six saintesses. The shepherdess, the peasant's daughter, the traveling merchant's daughter, the petty officer's daughter, a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls , didn’t understand anything, but all of them claimed to be inspired by God.

"And did you know? Not only the girl of the Holy Light, but also several spokespersons of the night, starry sky and storm, almost every god has one.

"Commodus never refuses anyone, and has connections with everyone. This will damage his reputation among the elders. There are already rumors that all the girls are his harem!"

Miss Mirantis seemed very dissatisfied.

Well, a fiancée would feel dizzy when she hears such rumors.Moreover, the combination of religious power and royal power, how could the Senate allow it, Earl Chalon and the others must not be able to sleep at night...

Griffith followed, making associations along the lines of the conversation.Thoughts have become normal.

"Look, Sonia, it's not so easy to be a prince and a princess, hey~ I'm so tired," the princess waved her arms on the terrace with no outsiders, "Do you want to be a princess? I want to quit, really, If you like, I'll go back and talk to the Duke."

"Please allow me to refuse." Sonia shook her head with a smile. "Only Miss Mirantis is capable of such a difficult task."

The princess smiled wryly and continued:

"Look, Your Excellency Seydlitz downstairs is anxious to get the prince out of the battle, the Grand Duke of Odessa must have meant the same~
"The two of them did not intend to marry the prince's daughter. After the victory of this war, the royal power will become stronger, and the relationship between Bayeran and the southern border will become more stable, plus Verona, which is being swallowed up every day , the desolate Sevasto is better than nothing, until the day when Commodus takes the throne...

"Is there anything else in Odessa that can stand against the crown? The senate, the banks, and the newspapers of Bayeran will come with plot after plot to divide them, and then send legions to bring them under their control.

"All of this is inevitable."

Griffith nodded, this is what he found suspicious.Odessa has no reason to expect a strong and unified Bayeran.When that day really comes, it will be the end of the northern princes.

"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 the rum, "Combined with the legend of the Anjou girl, the big shots here in Odessa must be planning to combine the saint and the prince. Form a force strong enough to fight against the Bayeran Senate.

"If the saint is genuine, then they really don't have to worry about not having a future princess. The saint representing Odessa will become one of the biggest reliances on the royal power, and the Grand Duke of Odessa will become the number one supporter of the new king."

These words sound faintly familiar.Griffith suddenly remembered the worries Miss Magician had told him.

This noble and graceful temperament, meticulous thinking.The ages seem to be about the same. Could it be that Miss Mirantis also attended Mr. Hermit's party?

The princess chatted with Sonia for a while, looking a little tired:

"Sonia, I'm a little tired, I'll go back and rest first. Can your knight take me downstairs?"

Sonia hesitated for a moment, looked at Griffith suspiciously, then quickly turned her gaze 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 she walked.

Mademoiselle Diana de Mirantis picked up her gorgeous skirt and walked lightly down the stairs.She is as elegant as a queen, with nobility and just right gentleness in her gestures and gestures.

She tilted her head and gave Griffith a lovely smile:

"I will leave tomorrow to return to Byerland, and the battle here and the prince will trouble you, Mr. Knight. Speaking of which, you are still my junior in Homonworth~"

"I dare not, but I will do my best to fight."

"Well, then, don't forget what I asked you to do, Mister Death Knight."

Her voice was very soft, but it echoed in Griffith's ears like thunder.

The princess looked at the surprised quasi-knight, and said in a low voice with a smile: "There's nothing to be surprised about, it's easy to deduce the identity of Mister Death Knight.

"Although the specific missions of the blood warrior and Miss Shadow Priest are confidential, I already know their identities as orcs and trolls. When the blood warrior mentioned the cooperation, he gave a general assembly location so that we can judge whether it is convenient to arrive. From this, it can be deduced that the approximate location of Mr. Death Knight who just joined the party in late August is at the border of the Clan Alliance, near the Corrupted Forest.

"There is a part of the border with Canaan, where the tragedy happened recently.

"And then, Griffith, it's not hard to find out your social connections. I noticed you because of the conversation between Sonia and the prince during the summer council. The Countess looks at you in an unusual way..."

It's not ordinary, but it's not ordinary~ Griffith slowed down, with embarrassment on his face.

Seeing his expression, Miss Mirantis couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling:
"At first, I thought of—

"Wow, have the countesses of the Lamor 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 cast their eyes quietly, wanting to see who the future princess was having a good chat with.

Miss Mirantis hastily stopped laughing, and covered the corners of her mouth that couldn't be suppressed with a fan:

"Then, I investigated your relationship, out of curiosity.

"As a result, I found out that you are related to Miss Galadia Villanoy from Canaan, hehe! My lovely Homonwatts junior, it is indeed you! Then, by coincidence, the Canaan incident happened The time is very close to the time of Mr. Blood Warrior's quest. It is not difficult to connect Griffith and Mr. Death Knight.

"Is my guess right?"

Well, indeed.Griffith nodded approvingly: "The princess's guess is correct, but it's not good to play this kind of joke with a courtier."

"Hmph, I'm the future princess, maybe, and also your senior sister. It's a good joke!" The princess jumped down the last few steps and turned around in the front hall on the first floor, "And the situation has changed." When it is time to wait, Commodus will become the focus of the conspiracy, where the righteous gods and the evil gods are playing games, and we are all pawns.

"As a pawn, if you don't want to end up in a tragic end, it is only natural to be vigilant and look for allies."

The princess came to the door and took a deep breath.

Visitors on the square walked around, 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 the Summer Palace.

Dark clouds in the sky blocked the moonlight from time to time.There seems to be a certain familiar smell in the refreshing autumn night.

Griffith looked at the sky where the light and shadow were changing, and then at the princess beside him. He vaguely felt that he had missed something in the conversation just now, but he couldn't find a clue.

Accompanied by the guards, Miss Mirantis got into the carriage and glanced at the prospective knight who was still thinking: "May victory and good luck be with you, Mr. Knight. See you later."

Her guards glanced at Griffith farewell, and spurred their horses to protect the carriage and leave.

At the same time, Nona, who was on standby not far away, also rode over with Jill and Desai, and also brought Griffith's horse.

Nona asked suspiciously, "Are you going back to rest so early?"

"No, it's still early, it's just that the princess took a step first." Griffith replied, turning around and preparing to return to the ball.

There was a strong wind in the air.Flags fluttered on roofs, sycamore branches crackled by the roadside, and window sashes squeaked in the strong wind.The strong wind blows, like howling, howling and wailing of ghosts.

The clouds in the sky change into strange shapes and fly across the roof.

In a blink of an eye, the wind suddenly stopped, but the silence did not come.Strange sounds were heard, as if hundreds of night owls were crowing and flapping their wings.

"It's unlucky," Desai muttered, "Night owls will gather on the roofs of dying people and sing mournful songs."

The night owl's cry was high and loud, as if the whole world was about to die.

As the dark clouds were blown away by the strong wind, a sliver of moonlight covered by the clouds shone down on the earth.

Griffith seemed to hear the endless screams echoing, mixed with bursts of cracks and splashes of water, something alive had just been born from the amniotic fluid.

Is this voice my hallucination?Griffith immediately grabbed Hanguang and looked around.The street under the moonlight was still calm, and the gorgeous car of the princess was about to drive away from the road beside the square.Many passers-by came out of the streets and alleys beside the square and gathered nearby, as if admiring the driving of the nobles, the guards of the Duke's house were trying to persuade them to leave.

He remembered the conversation just now.

The big shots here in Odessa must be planning to combine the saint and the prince...

Don't worry about not having a future princess...

(End of this chapter)