They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

This time, the envoy has an important mission to accomplish.

The Principality of Fernan, which had recently become a vassal state of the Empire, had always dreamed of no longer being dependent on others, so it took advantage of the death of the Empire's strongest force, the Knight of Dawn, to launch a rebellion, killing the knights and rulers sent by the Empire to the Principality of Fernan, and also raided the Empire's borders.

Upon hearing the news, Queen Beatrice immediately dispatched the current Grand Knight Commander Arins to lead a team to quell the riot, demanding that the real murderer be killed and that all those involved be brought back to the Empire for trial. Within a month,

The White Moon Knight Alins was worthy of being the successor of the Dawn Knight. In the face of his powerful strength, the Fernan army collapsed at the first touch and reached the capital of the Principality of Fernan in less than a month.

The young king of the Principality of Fernando was horrified and quickly pointed out that he had not participated in the rebellion. These were the ideas of the great border nobles and had nothing to do with him.

In response to the little king's ridiculous explanation, Beatrice crossed her legs and said with a smile: I believe what you say.

Then she ordered the arrest of the little king's son, nephew, nephew and other relatives, as well as ministers in the court, and sent them back to the empire for trial.

The reason Beatrice gave was very simple: I believe that you did not participate in the rebellion. It must be that someone around you bypassed you and launched an attack on the imperial rulers. You don't need to take any action against such usurpers. I will help you deal with it. You don't need to thank me.

But I'm also very busy, I can't look for them one by one? I can't be sure which one it is, so I have to arrest everyone around you?

So this scene happened. The little king sent the best envoy of the Principality of Fernando to get back the captives taken away by the empire. Even if he couldn't get them back, at least he had to get his family back.

After all, in the little king's view, this should be just a formality. Killing a few prisoners of war and court officials would be enough. In any case, it would not require such a complete extermination.

In the eyes of this little king, the empire's present-day status was entirely due to the former national defender general, the Knight of Dawn, and the newly appointed queen was just a woman.

She is just a little girl, how much experience has she had? How cunning can she be? I guess she would turn pale with fear at the sight of blood. Maybe she would even send the prisoners back without any treatment.

What the little king didn't know was that the person he had angered was not a young emperor who had never experienced the world and had to rely on powerful ministers to assist him in governing the country, but a fully-fledged empress of the empire.

Unfortunately, this queen is very vindictive and always seeks revenge.

Just as the messenger was walking back and forth in the hall, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the courtyard and stopped in front of the door.

Hearing this voice, the envoy felt as if he heard the sound of nature, but he was aware of his identity as an envoy, so he straightened his posture and waited for the Queen's arrival in the room.

Soon, the door was opened, and with a team of royal guards leading the way, a breathtakingly beautiful black-haired girl, accompanied by a knight girl, slowly walked into the hall.

The messenger was stunned. Although it was normal for the queen to have guards around her, wasn't this too many?

What can an unarmed messenger who doesn't know magic or mind spells do? Even if he has a weapon, he can't pose any threat to the queen, right? Besides, it's completely meaningless for him to do this, it's just courting death.

The next moment, he understood. From not meeting him in the palace, to deliberately being late, to the royal guards trying to show off their power, this was the Queen's metaphor of her attitude towards Fernando...

The messenger who had figured it all out was stunned for a moment. He did not even have the time to appreciate such a stunning beauty. He looked somewhat dejected as he saw the black-haired girl wearing a crown of the goddess, walking towards him with a polite smile on her lips.

"Sorry for the long wait, Mr. Messenger. I am busy with official business. Am I not late?"

"No, no..." The messenger subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that he was half an hour late.

It must be intentional, but who dares to say it out loud?

At the Queen's signal, the messenger sat down stiffly, and looked at the young Queen in front of him with a calm and graceful demeanor, feeling quite pressured.

This shocked him a little. He thought that he was a veteran in diplomatic occasions, but he didn't know why he was suppressed by the aura of a beautiful girl who was so much younger than him, and he couldn't even say a smooth sentence.

All the prepared remarks were wasted, and when I came to my mouth I couldn't utter a single word.

"Mr. Envoy, you must have come here on the king's orders for the prisoners of war, right?" Without waiting for the envoy to speak, Beatrice, like a dignified and proper lady of the royal family, had a unique charm in every frown and smile. She was not at all stage-frightened and easily took the lead in the conversation.

How can this be called an innocent young queen? !

"Yes, yes, that's right..."

"Then let's get straight to the point. Mr. Envoy can stay here tonight and leave tomorrow morning." The Queen said with a smile, stroking the black stockings on her thighs with both hands.

"Wait two or three weeks until you get home, and all the prisoners will be home too."

"Really?!" The messenger couldn't believe his ears. He thought the Queen would use this as a threat to demand something, but unexpectedly, the Queen didn't ask for anything. She even agreed to release the person before he could expand his domain.

This made the envoy overjoyed.

Sure enough, even if a girl of this age is mature, she cannot be too cruel and decisive. Before he could even show off his eloquence, the other party said they would release the prisoners, and not a single prisoner of war or court official was killed.

I guess he was considering leaving some room for them so that they could meet again in the future.

Since it was the Queen who said this, the messenger felt relieved. After all, the Queen would not lie to him about such a matter, and if it got out, it would tarnish her reputation.

Chapter 55: 54~Strange Dream

Batti City.

The curtain replaced the morning sun, extinguishing the last ray of sunset glow, and the whole town fell into a deep sleep.

The brown-haired girl frowned. She felt like she was floating, her heels off the ground, as if she was in the clouds.

Her consciousness was hazy and she felt a voice behind her calling her.

"child........"

When she turned around, there was a hunchbacked old woman standing behind her, holding a glass bottle filled with a dark green potion in her hand, and walking towards her slowly.

"Who are you?........"

"Do you want eternal life?"

"Who are you?"

"Do you want eternal life?" However, the short, hunchbacked old woman seemed not to have heard her question at all. She kept repeating the first question mechanically, with the intervals between the beginning and the end of the words exactly the same. There was no ups and downs in her tone, and she did not stop.

Feeling something strange, Rowling wanted to turn around and leave. Seeing this, the old woman behind her suddenly let out a strange laugh. Under her horrified gaze, the black substance broke through the surface skin and instantly turned into a monster about two meters tall.

"Do you want eternal life?" The monster had sharp teeth and a pitch-black body, its eyes flashing with blood, and its voice was like a saw scraping wood, making people's scalps numb. Despite this, it still repeated the same tone as before, and at the same time, approached Rowling.

"Ah!" Seeing this, Rowling couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and ran.

However, her body seemed to be weighed down by something. No matter how hard she struggled, her steps felt like they were filled with lead, and each step became heavier and more laborious.

"Do you want eternal life?" The voice behind me was getting closer.

Rowling straightened her body, and her hair was grabbed by a huge force and pulled to the ground.

The monster pounced on her body, tearing her clothes off, and the inorganic tone continued to repeat in its mouth.

The monster was incredibly strong and Rowling was pinned to the ground, unable to resist. She was terrified and subconsciously wanted to call for help, but strangely, she couldn't make any sound, not even a word.

Fear eroded her will and despair gradually devoured her soul.

The monster repeated the mechanical voice, and its speed gradually increased. The syllables overlapped and it no longer sounded like a sound that a living creature could make.

The monster covered with black stratum corneum pinched Rowling's hands with one hand and crushed the potion in the other hand. Broken glass splattered everywhere, and the strange dark green potion flowed into Rowling's mouth and nose bit by bit.

When the monster saw this, the sound stopped abruptly, replaced by a strange evil laugh.

"You... touched these potions."

"Soon, very soon...you will become the same kind as me, hahahaha!........."

Rowling kept dry heaving, trying to vomit all the disgusting liquid out of her stomach.

"It's useless. You've already touched the liquid. Stop struggling..."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have eternal life like me?"

“Hehehe…Come on, embrace the true meaning of life.”

one-one-one-one-one-one

"Ms. Rowling."

"........."

"Ms. Rowling?"

"........."

"?" Looking at the nun in front of him with a dazed look and lifeless eyes, the armored man tilted his head, wondering if he was opening it in the wrong way.

So he reached out and pinched Rowling's nose.

"............Mr. Fate, what are you doing suddenly?" The girl finally woke up from her daze and quickly took a few steps back, covering her nose, with a hint of annoyance on her pretty face.

"......Didn't you sleep well last night?" Fate asked.

"how?"

"Ms. Rowling, I think it's time to go to work now."

"Huh? Mr. Fate, did I hear you right?" Rowling looked at Fate in disbelief, feeling both angry and amused. "Will it be Mr. Fate's turn to remind me one day that slacking off during work hours is a bad habit?"

"............" Fate said nothing. He really had no say in this matter.

"Just go back and guard your post. It's working hours now, right? And you're not guarding the door."

"It's almost noon, and the traffic is very light now." Fate explained. "I noticed that you were absent-minded all morning."

“.......It’s okay.” Rowling held her forehead with her hand. She remembered the strange and bizarre dream she had last night.

The monster in the dream threatened to turn her into a monster as well. It was clearly an extremely absurd dream, but it seemed so real that she still felt frightened after waking up, as if everything that happened in the dream was real.

Maybe it was because she didn’t sleep well or because of this bizarre dream, but Rowling felt listless the whole morning and even seemed dazed when she was praying.

Fortunately, the Godfather is not here today.

Not only Fate noticed this, but the believers who came to pray also noticed this. Normally, this nun who was full of enthusiasm for her work always patiently guided them, but today she was always distracted while working, and she had to think for a long time before answering questions.

It was lunch time, and Fate was eating happily as usual. He looked up and saw that the soup and bread in front of Rowling were untouched.

"Ms. Rowling?"

"............Huh?" Rowling came back to her senses in a daze when she heard Fate calling her.

"You, have no appetite?"

"......I'm done eating."

"But your food is untouched." Fate paused.

"I'm done eating." Rowling took a bite of the bread, put it down, and began to clean up the tableware.

Looking at the nun walking backstage, Fate remained silent.

At first he thought Rowling just didn't sleep well one night and had insomnia, but now, he always felt that things were not that simple.

Rowling looked like she was under a spell. It was the first time Fate saw her mental state so abnormal. Compared with usual, it was like she was two different people.

Nothing special has happened recently, and Fate didn't think much about it. After all, as a girl, it is normal for her to have a bad temper or a wandering mind for a few days a month.

As the only nun in the Dawn Church in Batti City, Rowling is responsible for much more work than Fate, including but not limited to guiding the believers who come to pray, daily chores, basic cleaning work inside the church, and even taking on the job of chef.

Rowling has to do several jobs for one salary, but she has no complaints. Instead, she is quite satisfied with the job.

As usual, I was cleaning the dishes after the meal and accidentally cut myself while holding the knife.

"Ah?" Blood flowed out, and Rowling quickly found a tissue to wipe off the blood. When she was about to do a simple bandage, she found that her wound had healed.

"What is this?" Rowling opened her beautiful eyes wide, somewhat incredulous.

Just now she clearly saw that her index finger was cut by the dinner knife, leaving a shallow cut, and bleeding. However, the wound healed in the blink of an eye. Apart from the bloodstains on the napkin, there was no sign of injury at all.

What's going on? Is the wound too shallow to be seen? Or is it healing too quickly?

No, that's not right. Even if it heals quickly, it won't be so fast that there won't be any trace left in the blink of an eye, right? .........

Chapter 56: 55~Can’t I eat whatever I want?

Holding his forehead slightly, not taking the scar on his hand seriously, Rowling continued to clean the dishes, wondering if the pressure at work recently was too great, causing him to be too tense, so that he became so sensitive that he would worry about even the smallest things for a long time.

In the afternoon, the church was opened and there were many more believers coming to worship than before, most of whom came to pray for the safety of themselves and their families.

After all, a vicious incident suspected to be an attack by cultists occurred some time ago. Although the casualties were not large, it still caused great panic among the people. The unarmed people just want to live a stable life. They are afraid of war and all unstable factors.

Therefore, whether they are religious or not, they all go to the church to worship and ask the Knight Commander of Dawn to bless them.

"Mr. Fate, the afternoon work will be a bit busy, please pay more attention." After lunch break, Rowling had put on her makeup and was ready to start the afternoon work.

What this means is that I hope Fit won't slack off at work and should keep an eye on things more, because too many people means a mixed bag.

"Yeah." Fate has always done a good job in his own duties.

"Recently, there have been so many believers suddenly. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing."

"Believers? No, these extra people are praying for peace and stability. They are just seeking peace of mind. They don't really believe in anyone." Fate said.