Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Theresa rose from her seat and tidied her clothes one last time. A gorgeous gray-black pleated dress accentuated her slender waist, while the lace-trimmed cuffs highlighted her fair hands. A white shawl draped over her shoulders protected her delicate skin from the scorching sun.

Nodding to the silent pardoner beside her, Theresa took a deep breath and walked towards the hatch.

As she passed the luggage lockers, she paused and took out a gift she had prepared beforehand—a pair of crystal-clear bracelets made of Originium that had been specially treated to eliminate any risk of radiation.

Her purpose in coming to Victoria was to try her best to facilitate this marriage. Gifts would effectively increase the Prince of Wales's impression of her, and she, being so thoughtful, could not possibly not have prepared them.

Handing the gift box containing the bracelet to Shining who was following behind her, Theresa took another deep breath, clearing her mind of all distractions, and revealed her most perfect smile. She stood in front of the hatch, waiting for the first ray of Victorian light to illuminate her dress.

"Go, Theresa, charge!"

With a pep talk, Theresa took a step forward and officially arrived in the land of Victoria, the Kingdom of Clock Towers.

........

A Sarkaz girl?

Vina stared at the person walking out of the cabin, slightly stunned, a bad feeling rising in her heart.

She shook her head, trying to convince herself: It couldn't be; this must be a waiter or a translator/guide.

Following closely behind the girl, another Sarkaz woman emerged from the cabin. She was dressed in black, had long, snow-white hair, and a pair of striking white horns. Her appearance was in no way inferior to the Sarkaz girl in front of her; in fact, it could be said that they were beauties who had reached the extremes of purity and maturity.

No, no, no, this isn't right.

There should still be some, right?

There should be a kind and gentle old lady with a wrinkled face in the cabin, right?

The ominous premonition grew stronger, and Vina involuntarily leaned forward slightly, almost pressing herself against the floor-to-ceiling window of the observation deck, her gaze fixed on the cabin of the distant aircraft.

Under Vina's expectant yet somewhat anxious gaze, a kind-faced old Sarkaz woman indeed appeared in the cabin.

She watched the two girls walk down the boarding stairs, and then, under Vina's despairing gaze, she leaned out and pulled the cabin door back shut, closing it tightly.

That was a crew member.

Vina: "......."

"Brother, Wayne, I *violently* cursed Victoria!"

Chapter 5 Wayne: There's no such thing as a childhood sweetheart falling from the sky (Five hits in a row!)

Unlike the air in Kazdel, which is always mixed with the smell of gunpowder, the gentle morning breeze in Victoria always carries a refreshing scent of tulips. As the clock struck nine o'clock, echoing from the distant Big Ben clock tower in the city center throughout Londinim, Theresa stepped down the escalator.

The red carpet, the welcoming honor guard, and the melodious welcoming music played by the military band all swept away the fatigue in Theresa's heart after a long flight. As her black leather high heels touched the red carpet, Theresa looked towards the end of the carpet, where a blond young man was smiling and walking towards her, accompanied by an elderly man in military uniform behind him.

Without a doubt, the young man was Theresa's target for her trip to Victoria—the Prince of Wales, Wayne Bruce.

As Theresa met Wayne's advance, she subtly activated her Originium Arts—an extremely dangerous move. Releasing one's Originium Arts without warning while meeting a national leader could be seen as provocation, or even result in immediate death and accusations of disloyalty towards the leader. However, no one around, including the neatly arranged honor guard, noticed anything amiss, nor did they panic and step in to shield Prince Aslan. This was due to Theresa's highly unique Originium Arts.

Theresa is not an infected person. In theory, she would need an Originium staff as an auxiliary medium to activate Originium Arts. However, as the inheritor of the Demon Lord's bloodline, her staff is very special. It is the ten jet-black rings she wears on her ten fingers.

These ten rings, passed down since ancient times, possess a level of technology that would put even the most advanced cutting-edge technology in modern Terra to shame. During small-scale Originium Arts releases, the rings do not undergo any form of change. Only under high output will they turn slightly red, indicating that the release of power has reached a critical point. To continue unleashing power, the seal of one of the rings must be broken.

Theresa's inherited Originium Arts from the "Demon King" grant her the ability to absorb the emotions of those around her. When she focuses her mind on one person, she can clearly perceive their joys, sorrows, and even glimpse fragments of their memories. This ability, akin to mind-reading, makes Theresa invincible in diplomatic situations, surpassing even Theresis's abilities.

At that moment, she subconsciously activated this magical ability.

First impressions are very important, so you absolutely cannot say anything wrong that might ruin Wayne's first impression of her!

In Theresa's eyes, Wayne seemed to have become a different person at this moment, with an endless stream of emotions rushing towards her like light drawn into a black hole.

Theresa sensed Wayne's surprise, joy, goodwill, a touch of excitement, and finally, a sense of relief...

She paused slightly, blinked her kumquat-colored eyes, and a look of surprise involuntarily flashed across her face.

Wasn't he afraid?

The Sarkaz are also known as the Demon Race, a derogatory nickname that has been widely accepted by the Sarkaz in recent years as a self-deprecating term. The name "Demon Race" doesn't originate from any horrific evil deeds they commit, nor from their demonic nature, but rather from the overwhelming power they display, inspiring fear and leading to their isolation by other races.

Ordinary races, upon seeing a Sarkaz, would at least feel a sense of unease, if not trembling. Only those who are truly brave or who truly understand the nature of the Sarkaz race can face them without fear, despite their fearsome reputation as demons.

But according to his brother Therese, the Prince of Wales, who was absolutely handsome and sunny, did not fit either of the two criteria mentioned above.

But he was neither afraid of himself nor disgusted with himself; he even showed kindness to himself.

Theresa's prepared words were completely disrupted by this unexpected situation. She was prepared to smoothly present the gift she had prepared as a thoughtful little surprise when Wayne showed her hostility, tried to brush her off, or even told her to leave. But now, how was she supposed to begin?

Are we just going to release it without any build-up?

However, in that case, the effect of the small gifts prepared in advance will undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and may even place her in a position below Wayne from the very beginning—she is here for a marriage alliance, not to marry into the family.

Before she knew it, the blond youth had already walked up to her.

Wayne felt a little excited. She smiled and looked at Theresa's somewhat dazed face, which seemed to be lost in thought. She reached out and gently brushed her hand across the princess's shawl, and said:

"There are bits of debris stuck to it."

Theresa snapped out of her daze, realized what was happening, tilted her head slightly, and winked gratefully at Wayne.

Was he trying to save face for me?

Before disembarking from the aircraft, Theresa had carefully tidied her clothes, and she was well aware that there would be no dirty debris on her shoulders.

Thinking of her rude behavior of being distracted by surprise, Theresa blushed slightly, turned her head slightly, and said to Wayne, "Thank you, Your Highness."

In that instant, Theresa suddenly felt the joy and affection emanating from Vayne through her passive ability. Emotions had a temperature to her; just as hatred felt like being in a raging inferno, and despair brought endless emptiness and coldness. The intense joy emanating from Vayne forced Theresa to abandon the idea of ​​continuing to use Originium Arts.

She looked at Wayne, reached out, and grasped the right hand that Wayne offered.

This Prince of Wales seems to be much easier to get along with than I imagined?

Wayne looked at Theresa, who seemed to have fallen into another mental breakdown, and a sense of unease crept into his mind.

What's going on? Why is Princess Theresa so quiet? I remember she was supposed to be quite talkative, right? After all, she managed to win over that W and make her the Queen's favorite.

Why did things fall apart when it came to me?

Try controlling the variables. Or perhaps it's just that I'm not good at it?

No, no, no, that's impossible. A man can't say no. It must mean he didn't have a good first impression of me.

Wayne thought about his predecessor's infamous embarrassing incidents and rolled his eyes helplessly.

But it's okay. According to the famous saying of the God of Conquest, Keima Katsuragi, positive and negative affection levels are like contradictions in things, and they can transform into each other under certain conditions!

As a man burdened by the negative impression left by his predecessor, Wayne was used to being fully prepared for such first meetings. When Theresa showed hostility, trying to brush him off or even give him the "friend zone" treatment, he naturally produced his pre-prepared gift, giving Theresa a thoughtful little surprise. And now, everything was going exactly as expected!

Wayne turned to the side, took the prepared medal box from Ernest's hand, opened it, revealed the Olive Branch Earth Medal, and handed it to Theresa, saying softly:

"Nice to meet you. This is a gift for you. Please take good care of me in the coming days, Theresa."

"Ah... um..."

Somewhat flustered, Theresa accepted Wayne's gift box, stammering out two cute syllables. Suddenly realizing what she'd done, she looked at the medals inside and thanked him:

"Thank you..."

Her eyes widened slightly, as if the medals in the box held some special attraction for her.

Wayne nodded in satisfaction.

This medal was mentioned by her recently when she was chatting with Miss "Goodnight" about the origins and stories of the "United Nations," and it symbolized "world (earth) peace." At the time, Miss "Goodnight" really liked this seemingly simple medal, which didn't even have any jewels. When Wayne asked her why, she simply said:

"Anyone who loves peace would appreciate such a medal, because the meaning of giving peace to another person surpasses that of any gold coin or jewel."

Wayne remembered those words and put them to use immediately. He rushed to make the medal and presented it to Theresa, who was fighting for peace on Terra. It was the perfect gift.

Now, seeing Theresa's utterly astonished expression, Wayne nodded with satisfaction.

It seems the results are much better than expected?

Standing in front of Wayne, Theresa stared blankly at the medal for about half a minute. After the longest daydream of her life, she looked up at Wayne with expectant eyes, and said with a hint of doubt and shyness:

"Bruce...Your Highness?"

"You're welcome."

Wayne smiled, squeezed her hand, shook it firmly twice, then released it, turned around, and spoke to Theresa, and also to Vina, whose face was obscured on the distant watchtower:

"Let's go. Back to the palace."

Chapter Six: Thank you, Vina!

Sitting in the drawing room of the Iron Palace, Theresa stroked the medal on her chest, lost in thought.

Wayne Bruce, is that Mr. Bruce?

It's highly likely, almost certain! If the surname "Bruce" alone isn't enough to prove anything, then this special medal practically proves everything.

The online author, Mr. Bruce, is a great writer. The miraculous world in his mind is so incredible, yet it is perfectly complete in every detail.

After chatting with Mr. Bruce, Theresa also used royal means to search throughout Terra for information about that world mentioned in Mr. Bruce's words, such as machines that could work without relying on Originium energy, and an army that was not Sarkaz but possessed a large number of firearms. If these things really existed on Terra, they would surely leave clues.

But as Theresa had predicted, none of these miracles existed on Terra. Not even the most learned elders, nor the most vagrant street urchins, knew a single word of Mr. Bruce's descriptions of the world.

That's why Theresa believed that Mr. Bruce was a great fairy tale writer, capable of imagining a non-existent world and depicting everything within it with the meticulous care of a creator god. And she, as the only listener of this fairy tale on the land of Terra, naturally kept this secret together with Mr. Bruce.

She didn't believe any dear friend would tell this story to a Prince of Victoria, much less that he would tell anyone about his yearning for peace and his fondness for the medal. So, there was only one answer!

Wayne Bruce, that's Mr. Bruce!

Theresa suppressed her joy, scratching wrinkles into her dress with her hands. Amidst her excitement, she felt a pang of shame and indignation.

Others may not know, but she knows very well how much determination she made last night, how many times she gritted her teeth, frowned, and held back her tears before she finally hardened her heart and sent Mr. Bruce a break-up text message while huddled under the covers. Because of this, she even had to use Originium Arts to hypnotize herself before she could barely get a good night's sleep.

Today, she came to Victoria with the resolve to say goodbye to the past and formally transition from a young girl to a wife, only to be told by Wayne:

"Surprise! I am Mr. Bruce!"

So why did I make such a big decision?

She was sure Wayne recognized him. No wonder he answered her letter of severance so readily yesterday without a single question. He had been planning to play a trick on her all along!

She could picture the mischievous smile that Wayne couldn't suppress when he received the message she sent in that heavy tone!

You should have told me sooner if you knew! You've wasted my time!

Oh, it seems like it was a rule I set that forbade revealing each other's real identities...