"Uncle Charlie, father, is he...really dead?"

There was a gentle smile on Charlie's lips.

"Oh...yes, he is dead."

"What is the Cult of Merlin...?"

It's not a luxurious bedroom, but it's comfortable enough.

Charlie gently stroked Marshall's soft golden hair and murmured: "That's...a group of lunatics. A group of very evil, evil lunatics."

"Ah? How bad is that..." Marshall didn't see his father many times since he was a child, but it was enough to impress her.

"That is, as soon as I see you, I will arrest you, disembowel you, skin you and sell you for money."

As soon as he heard this sentence, Marshall's face suddenly became pale and weak, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Then, uncle, will you send someone to punish them?"

"They..." Charlie paused, his Adam's apple shaking up and down.

"They are protected by something very powerful, and I can't do anything for the time being."

"Then what should we do! Just let them go like this!" Marshall waved his little fist angrily, puffed his mouth and shouted.

"Then, you can fight for it yourself, my child." There was still a smile on Charlie's lips.

"How, how to fight for..."

"You can defeat them with your own hands, right? Just work hard to make yourself stronger and prove with practical actions that evil will never defeat good!"

"Yes, really?" Marshall pressed his fingers hard, looking a little white.

"Of course!" Charlie exclaimed and hugged the little beauty onto his lap, "As long as you work hard enough, have perseverance, and have goals!"

"Uncle...please don't touch me casually, okay." Marshall waved his arms to draw a clear line with him.

"Okay...Okay!" Charlie was stunned for a moment, looking embarrassed, "So, have you thought about what you want to do?"

"I want to become a swordsman. I heard from Uncle Philip that he is elegant and deadly." Marshall patted his skirt, with a sharp light shining in his brown eyes, "No matter what...

.them......"

Die to me all.

"Haha...hahaha!" Charlie clapped his hands and laughed loudly, his voice echoing in the huge palace.

"Philip said that an excellent female swordsman is like a bright rose." Marshall said softly.

She didn't say the second half of the sentence, nor did she want to say it.

Roses are beautiful and delicate, but they can also sting.

The thorns on their bodies will make offenders taste their charm, and the same is true for female swordsmen.

The blooms become more beautiful, and the barbs on their bodies become sharper, even to the point of being fatal.

"Also, be careful about your uncle." Before leaving, he approached Marshall's ear meaningfully and whispered softly.

Marshall had never had a good impression of her uncle Charlie. When her father Ivanni was alive, she only saw him feasting with a group of eunuchs and military generals, drinking heavily and trying new things.

Now that she saw that this uncle had taken over her father's position, although she didn't have any complaints in her heart, she didn't have anything to say whether she agreed or disapproved.

As a royal daughter, she not only has to learn how to govern the country, but also learn various principles of social interaction.

Including various words, mental judgment and situation control. She also needs to learn to suppress her emotions and make herself more "cold-blooded".

Of course, a lot of learning has just begun. Marshall is only five years old now...

Charlie had no time to care about these things, and in order not to arouse the suspicion of his niece, he did not dare to really touch her or interfere in her life.

Marshall is not an ignorant person, on the contrary, she is a very shrewd person, just like his short-lived mother, who died of excessive blood loss after giving birth to her.

If Marshall was a stupid girl, Charlie wouldn't be so wary of her.

After a while of false greetings, Marshall was allowed to walk around as he pleased, on the condition that he did not leave the Palazzo Portello.

In her hand she held a rose made of gold. Of course, there were no thorns on the branches.

Before leaving, Charlie touched her head and said with a smile: "In the future, if you really become a swordsman..."

Magic Knights of the Golden Rose.

This is the name that belongs to her heart.

She smelled the rose in her hand, lifted up a piece of her long golden hair with her left hand, and pursed her lips.

A tear quickly slid down her fair face.

She quickly looked around, a trace of panic and helplessness flashing in her eyes, and brushed away the tears with her fingertips.

It's not fragrant.

Maybe she won't cry anymore.

Very fragrant, very fragrant, very fragrant.

She sniffed her nose and breathed in the empty air in front of her.

"Father..." she murmured, "I...will not let you down."

She shook the rose in her hand, and the golden petals fell all over the floor.

"Haha..." She stretched out her little hand, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

A petal floated slowly and weakly from the ground, turned around in the air, and was inserted back into the bare branch of the rose.

Marshall's magic teacher said that her potential was very high and she didn't take it to heart.

Immediately, the petal fell from the branch of the golden rose and fell on the red carpet.

"So beautiful..." she said to herself.

The oil paintings on the walls represent the artist's painstaking masterpiece.

Perhaps, they cannot surpass their previous paintings, which is also possible. It is short-lived, but it is also beautiful.

Marshall is not high enough to touch those paintings yet, so he can only watch eagerly.

She didn't know that these paintings were banned, so she was rightly curious.

This was her first time out of the political hall, so it was normal for her to be a little excited.

In fact, she had already understood the structure of the Palace of Portalona thoroughly, but seeing it was better than hearing it. It felt really good to actually walk on the dim corridor.

At this moment, a slim figure walked towards her with elegant steps.

It should be someone who is meeting...

But it's strange that since Charlie came to power, the number of people who came to report things has dropped significantly, and there was even only one for several days. In comparison, when Aiweni was in office, there was a huge crowd.

Marshall stepped forward to see what the woman in front of him looked like.

She wore a pair of thin glasses and carried a thick picture album, with little bits of brilliance shining on the cover.

Tara, one of the leaders of the Star Society, is a magician with five magic patterns. She is good at using star power and has a weird temper.

"Hey, little beauty, why are you wandering around here?" She recognized Avni's daughter at a glance, but she didn't say anything. She just walked forward, bent down and got close to her affectionately.

"I'm just here to look at the paintings and I'll be leaving soon." Marshall smiled quite obediently.

"Little girl, how old are you?"

"You're eight years old! Sister, what are you here for?"

"I..." Tara smiled like a flower, "I have something to do with King Charles. Why, are you interested in the book I have?"

Indeed, eight years old is still a very playful age, and once you see the shining Marshall, you can't take your eyes away.

"It's beautiful!" Marshall praised sincerely, "Can you show it to me?"

"Well...that's not possible." Tara simply refused, "Maybe I can show it to you when I get out."

"Then...okay..." Marshall was a little unhappy, so she shook her hand and left it at that.

There is also a bare golden branch in her hand.

The woman in front of me is really beautiful and very calm.

The light blue robe has almost no wrinkles and looks very comfortable.

Soon, she walked to the red door.

She stretched out her hand, and all five magic lines emerged, flowing softly into the door.

A blue door knocker wrapped in magical star sand appeared out of thin air.

Marshall looked on in a daze.

So that’s what it’s like...

She hugged her face longingly, imagining herself wearing a female knight's uniform, holding a rapier in a heroic manner, smiling silly and very happily.

"Tara Salenwell!"

Tara smiled and looked steadily at the silent door decorated with red satin in front of her.

"Come in."

"Okay~Your Highness Charlie~" Tara pursed her lips immediately, her tone taking on a hint of laziness.
Chapter completed!