The princess took Sonia's arm, and they went to the terrace on the second floor to get some fresh air. Griffith thought for a moment, grabbed two glasses of liqueur, and followed.
The two lovely girls held hands, like little girls whispering. Griffith followed behind, with her graceful and soft waist and skirt, smooth shoulders and light blond hair gently swaying in front of his eyes.
, or double...
This is the future queen, what am I thinking about! The would-be knight shook his head violently.
The princess turned her head, looked at him with a sweet smile, and said softly to Sonia:
"That's great. Commodus wouldn't accompany me."
"..."
Sonia couldn't even finish what she said. She was stuck for a while and said:
"His Royal Highness is a devout believer in the Holy Light."
"Pious~" the princess complained softly, "These days, I know six saints. Shepherd girls, farmers' daughters, traveling merchants' daughters, petty sergeants' daughters, a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls
, didn’t understand anything, but everyone claimed to be inspired by God.
"And did you know? Not only the girl of the Holy Light, there are also several spokespersons for the night, starry sky and storm, almost every god.
"Commodus welcomes everyone and has contact with everyone. This will damage his reputation among the senators. Some people are already saying that all the girls are his harem!"
Miss Mirantes seemed to have a strong opinion.
Well, a fiancée would get a headache if she heard such rumors. Moreover, how could the Senate allow the combination of religious power and royal power? Count Chalon and the others would definitely not be able to sleep at night...
Griffith followed behind and started to think along the conversation. His thoughts had become normal.
"Look, Sonia, being a prince and a princess is not that easy. Oh~ I'm so tired." The princess waved her arms on the terrace where there were no outsiders. "Do you want to be a princess? I want to quit, really.
If you wish, I will go back and speak to the Duke."
"Please allow me to refuse," Sonia smiled and shook her head, "Only Miss Mirantis can handle such an arduous task."
The princess smiled bitterly and then said:
"Look, Lord Seydlitz downstairs is anxious to get the prince to join the battle. The Grand Duke of Odessa must also have the same intention~
"The two of them are not marrying the prince's daughter. After the victory of this war, the royal power will be stronger, and the relationship between Bayeran and the South will become more solid. In addition, Verona is being devoured every day.
, desolate Sebasto is better than nothing, until the day Commodus ascends the throne...
"Is there anything left in Odessa that can stand up to the Crown? The senate, banks and newspapers in Beyeland will divide them with one conspiracy after another, and then send in legions to bring them under control.
"All of this is inevitable."
Griffith nodded, this was what he found suspicious. There was no reason for Odessa to expect a strong and unified Beyelan to appear. If that day came, it would 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 sweet wine. "Combined with the legend of the Angevin girl, the big shots in Odessa must be planning to combine the saint and the prince.
Forming a force strong enough to fight against the Beyelan Senate.
"If the saint is genuine, then they really don't have to worry about the problem of not having a future princess. The saint representing Odessa will become one of the biggest sources of support for the royal power, and the Grand Guild of Odessa will become the number one supporter of the new king."
These words sounded vaguely familiar. Griffith suddenly remembered the worries Miss Magician said to him.
With this noble and graceful temperament and meticulous thinking, the age seems 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 and looked a little tired:
"Sonia, I'm a little tired. Let's go back and rest first. Can your knight take me downstairs?"
Sonia hesitated for a moment, looked at Griffith doubtfully, then quickly turned 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 he walked.
Miss Diana De Mirantis picked up her gorgeous skirt and walked down the stairs with light steps. She was as graceful as a queen, showing nobility and just the right amount of gentleness in her every move.
She tilted her head and gave Griffith a lovely smile:
"I will leave to return to Byerland tomorrow. The battle and the prince here will be troublesome to you, Mr. Knight. Speaking of which, you are still my apprentice at Homemonworth~"
"I don't dare, but I will fight with all my strength."
"Well, then, don't forget what I asked you to do, Mr. Death Knight."
Her voice was very soft, but it echoed in Griffith's ears like thunder.
The princess looked at the surprised would-be knight and whispered with a smile: "There is nothing surprising, it is very easy to guess the identity of Mr. Death Knight.
"Although the specific missions of the Blood Warrior and Miss Shadow Priest are confidential, I have known the identities of their orcs and trolls for a long time. When the Blood Warrior mentioned cooperation, he gave us a rough gathering location so that we can judge whether it is convenient to get there.
From this, it can be inferred that the approximate location of Mr. Death Knight, who just joined the party, in late August was on the border of the Clan Alliance, near the Corrupted Forest.
“There is a part of the border with Canaan where the recent tragedy occurred.
"Then, Griffith, your social connections are not difficult to find out. During the summer parliament, I paid attention to you because of Sonia's conversation with the prince. The countess looked at you in an unusual way..."
But why is it so unusual~ Griffith slowed down, a wave of embarrassment on his face.
Miss Mirantis saw his expression and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle:
"At first, I thought
"Wow, have successive Countesses of the Larmore 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 quietly cast their glances, wanting to see who the future princess was chatting happily with.
Miss Mirantes hurriedly stopped laughing and covered the corners of her mouth with a fan:
"Then, I investigated your relationship, just out of curiosity.
"As a result, I found out that you are related to Miss Galadia Villanoy of Canaan, hehe! My lovely junior fellow of Homemon Watts, it is you! Then, by coincidence, the Canaan incident happened
The time is very close to the time of Mr. Blood Warrior's mission. It is not difficult to connect Griffith and Mr. Death Knight.
"Is my guess correct?"
Well, it is true. Griffith nodded in approval: "The princess's guess is correct, but it is not good to make such a joke with the courtiers."
"Humph, I am the future princess, maybe, and also your senior sister, so it is very appropriate to make a joke!" The princess jumped down the last few steps and turned around in the front hall on the first floor, "And the situation has already changed.
At the point where there is no need to delay, Commodus will become the focus of the conspiracy, where the gods of good and evil are playing chess, and we are all pawns.
"As a chess piece, if you don't want to end up with a tragic end, you should always be vigilant and look for allies."
The princess came to the door and took a deep breath.
Tourists 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 occasionally block the moonlight. There seems to be a familiar smell in the refreshing autumn night.
Griffith looked at the changing sky of light and shadow, and then at the princess beside him. He vaguely felt that he had missed something in the conversation just now, but he could not find a clue.
Miss Mirantis got into the carriage accompanied by the guards and glanced at the would-be knight who was still thinking: "May victory and good luck be with you, Mr. Knight. See you later."
Her guards glanced at Griffith who was saying goodbye, then spurred their horses to protect the carriage and left.
At the same time, Nona, who was on standby not far away, also rode over with Gil and Desai, and also brought Griffith's war horse.
Nona asked doubtfully: "Is everyone going back to rest so early?"
"No, it's still early. It's just that the princess took the first step." Griffith replied, turning around and preparing to return to the ball.
A strong wind blew in the air. The flags on the roof were flapping, the sycamore branches on the roadside were crackling, and the window sash made a banging sound in the strong wind. The strong wind blew like a ghost's howling, roaring and wailing.
The clouds in the sky changed into strange shapes and flew past the rooftops.
In the blink of an eye, the strong wind suddenly stopped, but silence did not come. People heard strange sounds, as if hundreds of night owls were screaming and flapping their wings.
"It's so unlucky," Desai muttered. "The night owls will gather on the rooftops of the dying people and sing sad funeral songs."
The cry of the night owl is high and loud, as if the whole world is about to die.
As the dark clouds were blown away by the strong wind, a ray of moonlight hidden by the clouds shone down on the earth.
Griffith seemed to hear endless screams echoing, mixed with bursts of cracking and splashing sounds, as some living creature had just been born from the amniotic fluid.
Is this sound my imagination? Griffith immediately held Han Guang and looked around. The streets under the moonlight were still calm, and the princess's gorgeous car was about to leave from the road beside the square. Many passers-by were leaving from the side of the square.
They walked out of the streets and gathered nearby, seemingly admiring the carriages of the nobles, while the Duke's guards were trying to persuade them to leave.
He remembered the conversation just now.
The big shots here in Odessa must be planning to pair the saint and the prince together...