Huh? Are they all real?...

However, the two countries are not only not on the same continent, but they also have no connection of interests.

So why?

Wait a minute, he's a prince. Isn't it a bit too equal for him to treat me, a princess who has lost her father, like this?

This wasn't out of polite equality; he genuinely intended to lower himself.

After spending some time with the nobles, Er also learned to distinguish these subtle differences.

In addition, his previous remarks were probably a test.

Could it be that the goddess behind him believes Tura truly intends to become a god?!

So what is his purpose in coming here?

To stop Trajan or to express goodwill?

Aier isn't stupid, or rather, none of those chosen as time travelers are fools.

They are all elites selected from among thousands in the People's Federation.

This was true even for the largest third batch.

After all, even if only one in ten thousand people out of the billions in the human network is chosen, that's still a number of tens of thousands.

After roughly deducing the other party's intentions, Er immediately understood what he should do now.

That is to continue as if Trajan were dead.

Then tell Moen the news.

Although Aier was certain that he would marry Moen, that was not the time, and even if they did get together, these were not decisions he should be able to make.

Respect your partner's choices and cooperate with their decisions.

Aier is well aware of the boundaries between love and respect.

Seeing the increasingly changing look in the other person's eyes, Ai Er knew that the other person had probably figured something out, and in order to dispel the other person's doubts...

Aier suddenly smiled and said:

“I think I understand why the iris is our new coat of arms in the South.”

"Oh why?"

Prince Adela's attention was indeed drawn, while El, looking down at the irises at his feet, smiled wryly with a reminiscent expression:

"My mother loved irises very much when she was alive."

Upon hearing this, the nobles of the Southern Territory suddenly realized what was happening.

Prince Adela also raised her eyebrows slightly, so that's why she suddenly had that expression?

He initially thought he had caught something, but he didn't expect it to be this.

"That's the reason. Such sincere love is rare, especially among nobles of Trajan's stature."

Aier also lifted a strand of hair from her forehead and smiled:

“Yes, that’s very rare, Your Highness Prince Adela. I must sincerely thank you. If it weren’t for you, I think I might never have discovered this.”

Her attitude and expression seemed to have changed. Was it because I let her know that her mother was not Tula's plaything but her true love?

Because Prince Adela's perception was truly distorted by El, he came to a completely wrong conclusion.

After a moment, Prince Adela lowered his head slightly and smiled:

"It's my pleasure, Miss."

His subconscious action further convinced El that Adela, or rather the goddess behind Adela, likely believed that Trajan was alive and wanted to become a god.

Otherwise, a prince like him wouldn't need to be so humble in front of me.

Having been in the Southern Territory for so long, Er has come to a deep understanding that in this world, the distinction between superior and inferior is ingrained in everyone's very bones!

Although many experienced time travelers will patiently explain this principle to newbies on the website.

But only after experiencing it firsthand did Er fully understand that the disparity in status between people here was truly vividly demonstrated.

Even the most amiable person in a high position sees no subordinates.

“Your Highness Adela, as the mistress of the South, I feel I should treat you well upon your arrival.”

"I wonder if you would be willing to summon the vassals of the Southern Territory tonight to meet a noble prince."

These words made Prince Adela glance at Air.

In those two sentences, something seemed to have changed about her?

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly had changed.

So he was only briefly surprised before laughing:

"Of course, I am honored to meet the heroes who followed Lord Trajan."

After receiving a reply, El bypassed Prince Adela and whispered to the accompanying southern nobles:

"Tell the vassals in the South that if they still pledge allegiance to Trajan Westeros, they should immediately set out for Qazadoom. I want to give them a proper and thorough introduction of His Highness Prince Adela."

The nobleman hesitated and said:

"Your Highness, the Southern Border is vast, and the officials at the border may not be able to arrive by night."

Aier looked at him seriously and said:

“It was my father, Trajan Westeros, who chose me to come to the South, so if they truly obey me, and obey Trajan Westeros’s will, then they will surely come.”

Upon hearing this, the nobleman looked at his companions behind him with slight surprise.

This doesn't sound like something a young lady would normally say.

A moment later they all laughed.

He then bowed to Er and touched his chest, saying:

"Master, we will all be there, we will all be there!"

This is not to allow them to meet Prince Adela; it is to order them to obey El's command and come to meet Prince Adela.

Prince Adela stood there in astonishment.

Did I just manage to get this young lady to completely accept my identity?

So, did I trick Lord Constance?

Prince Adela's mind subconsciously conjured up the smug look on the face of the first Grand Duke of Westeros:

If it's just this little girl.

After shaking his head and smiling, Prince Adela thought apologetically to himself:

"It seems I must apologize, Lord Constance, but if you and your lord are truly fully prepared, then I think it won't cause any harm."

With a hint of amusement, Prince Adela shrugged and left the hillside covered in irises.

That evening, in Qazadoom, the main city of the southern region.

All the vassals of the Southern Territory were present.

El did not sit in the main seat; except for the day she returned, the throne of the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory had remained empty.

She had been sitting on the side the whole time.

Now, she stepped down from the platform where two seats were placed.

He then sat down at the long table below.

Looking at the table in front of him, Prince Adela said with some surprise:

"This is black ice unique to the Arles Mountains. And it looks like it was formed naturally? My mother has always wanted to get a table like this for my father."

"But even my mother couldn't find a suitable black ice table."

His mother was a goddess, and under her will, both her followers and outsiders who wanted to curry favor with her tried every means to obtain a great deal of black ice for her.

But none of these compare to this one. There are larger and better ones, but there are none that are naturally formed into a table.

Unexpectedly, he actually found one in the southern border today.

A nobleman from the southern border laughed:

"This was found by our old master in the Arles Mountains. Almost immediately, our old master found this black ice table. It is truly a blessing from the primordial.

This made Prince Adela realize once again how unpredictable fate can be.

Meanwhile, Al, sitting next to him, was silently calculating the time.

She is going back.

Finally, the last countdown ended.

When she opened her eyes again, the magnificent hall that had just been filled with rare delicacies had instantly transformed into her small, slightly dim but incredibly cozy room, now bathed in the darkness of night.

To Ayl's surprise, Moen was still sitting quietly by her bedside.

"Good evening, Air, you overslept again!"

Looking at Moen, who was smiling gently.

A flood of thoughts rushed through Aier's mind in an instant.

She had so many questions she wanted to ask Moen.

But she didn't know how to start a conversation with any of them.

The Morne Cromwell before her must be Trajan Westeros.

If it weren't for this, I couldn't explain what happened to me.

However, Moen did not tell her any of this.

She didn't know what Moen's concerns were, so she didn't know whether she should speak up or remain silent.

Because they grew up together, Moen asked:

"Aier, what's wrong? You seem to have something on your mind."

Aier hurriedly lowered his head and said:

"No, I just didn't expect you to be here."

Moen had no doubts:

"Is there anything strange about that? Well, I should leave now, it's getting late."

Watching Moen turn and leave, Er, to her own surprise, suddenly asked:

"Moen, are you Trajan?"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

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Chapter 125 Please, please give him back to me, okay? (3k)

Moen, are you Trajan?

A question that Moen never expected appeared abruptly behind him.

How was it discovered?!

Feeling incredulous, Moen turned around, while the one who had asked the question—Aier—hid himself under the covers.

Looking at Aier, who was curled up in a ball on the bed.

Moen chuckled to himself.

He rubbed his temples and walked back to Al's side, sitting on the small stool Al had brought.

He spoke to Er, who was hiding under the covers:

"Don't raise the issue and then hide away."

Upon hearing this, Er carefully poked her head out from under the covers:

"Um, did I say something I shouldn't have? Moen, I didn't mean to either, because I didn't know what to do, but I just blurted it out without thinking."