Kingdom’s Bloodline

Mindy Hall, afternoon, the duke's study.

"You don't know why you're here, do you?"

Hearing the question, Thales in the study raised his head and looked in front of him with a little doubt.

It was an elderly lady who was sitting on the opposite side in an easy-going way, with a vicissitudes of life but an elegant temperament. The nun who accompanied her was only sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a veil and standing rigorously.

The sunset emblems on the robes of the two of them reflect the dark golden reflection, which fits perfectly with the classic and trendy interior style of the Mindis Hall.

The only thing that was wrong was that Gilbert was sitting on the other side of the room, looking at Thales' guests with an unkind expression.

Just now, when Mallos led the teacher sent by the Sunset Temple into the study with a blank face, Gilbert hurried over behind him, looking at the old woman with eyes full of surprise and curiosity. alert.

"I know, this is a theology class."

Thales sent a questioning look to Gilbert, tentatively addressing the title of the woman in front of him:

"Megan... sacrifice?"

The old woman Megan shook her head, still smiling.

"No, you don't know."

Megan smiled and pointed to the top of her head, her smile was easygoing, but her eyes were respectful.

"You think that you are here only because of the arrangement of teaching and the needs of tradition, but in fact, whether you sit here or I come here, this is God's will."

The voice of the sacrificial lady carried a unique sense of mystery.

God's will?

Out of politeness, Thales forced a smile.

Alright alright.

For the past few days, the boy has been curious about what his theology teacher would be like. After all, he has had direct contact with very few clergymen since he was a child. The monks are full of compassion and pious aura, while the priests of Haoyue in the north are cold and inaccessible, repelling people thousands of miles away.

But now it seems... There seems to be no accident in Prince's theology class.

Thales sighed softly in his heart.

The sacrificial words continued:

"The setting sun bears witness that our destiny has long been linked in the dark."

After saying that, Megan turned pale, then lowered her head, and coughed violently in the handkerchief.

"Nia..." Megan showed pain.

Thales was slightly startled, but the young nun standing behind the priest seemed to have been prepared for a long time. With a calm expression, she immediately took out a box skillfully, took out a few pills, and waited for the elderly Megan to take it with water to relieve her pain. Follow her cough.

Thales and Gilbert exchanged glances.

After more than ten seconds, Megan's cough gradually subsided.

"Sorry, the setting sun wants me to endure the test of illness in order to wash out a better self."

She put away her handkerchief, and apologized to Thales:

"This is the goddess's benevolent gift. There is nothing wrong with it, but it has caused you to suffer together."

The Goddess' gift of mercy?

Thales could only smile politely, and shook his head to express that it was okay:

"As long as you are healthy..."

But before the Duke could say a few more words, Meghan, who had completely recovered from her cough, closed her eyes, stretched her fingers gratefully, and made a few prayers that were so fast that she couldn't see clearly, chanting words in her mouth.

"My caution, the setting sun will know."

Even the young nun wearing a veil was frantically putting away the medicine box and then praying, looking very pious.

God stick.

Thales, who was gambled on Huatou, was embarrassed and gave this evaluation silently.

Thales looked at Gilbert in the distance with sympathy, hoping to gain some sense of approval from him, but Gilbert still just looked solemnly at the old priestess who came to teach.

This is rare.

After finishing the prayer, Megan noticed Thales' eyes, and then looked back at Gilbert.

"Aren't you going to leave, Count Caso?"

The elder priest had a smile on his face and an easy-going tone. People who didn't know might think that the two were close friends for many years.

Until Gilbert snorted softly.

"According to the previous correspondence with the church," Earl Caso's response was not very polite:

"The Prince's teacher should be the Vice-Bishop Stylianides of the Ministry of Missions. He is my friend for many years. He is knowledgeable and sincere in his beliefs. He is very suitable for explaining students' doubts."

Megan heard the words and knew what she meant, and didn't think it was disobedient:

"But it was me who came?"

Gilbert narrowed his eyes:

"As far as I know, in the Sunset Temple, the two departments of sacrifice and mission are not under the control of each other: the chief priest leads the former, receives the oracle, and listens to the decree, while the archbishop leads the latter, handles secular affairs, and manages the church."

Gilbert's tone was rather blunt, which made Thales frown:

"Since when did the holy High Priest Lisia become interested in the secular affairs of the missionary ministry, such as teaching nobles? Does Archbishop Zenon know about it in your church?"

The two departments of sacrifice and missionary education are not affiliated with each other?

Thales suddenly discovered that, as a servant of God, the Sunset Temple didn't seem to be that simple.

However, Megan still smiled as before, and spit out a few words lightly:

"Your Majesty knows."

At that moment, the expressions of Gilbert and Thales changed simultaneously.

I saw Priest Megan maintaining a polite or pious smile, flashing his fingers and doing another prayer:

"The meaning of the setting sun has always been mysterious. It is unexpected at first glance, but it must make sense after careful study."

"I hope you don't mind, Earl."

The nuns behind her hurriedly followed the prayer, keeping pace with the priest.

Gilbert twitched his mouth, as if he was not used to being deflated like this.

Seeing the former foreign minister pursed his lips sullenly for a few seconds, he said resentfully:

"I will ask the Fuxing Palace for confirmation, um, maybe I will also add a little suggestion of mine."

Priest Megan released a "welcome" or "please go ahead" smile.

Thales also frowned.

Gilbert snorted, but had no intention of leaving:

"Then I think, the tolerant Goddess of the Sunset will definitely not mind if I temporarily attend His Highness's class and share divine grace?"

"Liv Meghan sacrifice?"

Priest Megan just bent the corners of his mouth, without saying yes or no.

After only a short pause, she ignored Gilbert and turned to Thales behind the desk.

"So, about the gods, Thales," the elder priestess said softly:

"How much do you know?"

At that moment, Thales' memory shuddered.

A long-lost sweet voice sounded in his mind, bringing him back to the past.

[When you think of gods, what do you think of first? 】

Thales was in a daze.

"It's Your Highness, Your Highness Thales."

Gilbert pulled Thales back to reality with a hostile dissatisfaction protest, only to see Earl Caso offering sacrifices to Megan unhappily:

"Please use honorific title."

Megan smiled nonchalantly: "Of course."

But the priestess stared straight at Thales, waiting for him to reply.

About God...

The young man swallowed his throat, confirmed that he was not in a certain chess and card room in Dragon Clouds City, and then said resentfully:

"Uh, a long, long time ago, there was a man named——there was a god called 'Myojin'."

Megan's face remained unchanged, quietly waiting for him to continue.

Thales tried his best to recall the common sense he had learned in the past six years, whether it came from the nagging with gusto or the boring ancient text in "Ming Sheng Edict":

"The supreme god created the world: with a bang, the heaven and the earth were separated, the sun and the hell river faced each other far away, and in the gap between them, all creatures and creatures gradually took shape."

But as his energy was distracted by memories, the prince's tone became more casual:

"Then, then Myojin got off work—I mean, rested—and the earliest gods began to take over. The ones I remember seem to be Haoyue, Mingye, Mountains, Muhai, Moshen, Harvest, Qifeng... ..."

Thales scratched his head:

"Of course, Errol' Holy Day' is the one with the biggest background. It is said that he is the sun itself, he can be regarded as the son of Myojin..."

Gilbert coughed heavily.

"It's okay." Unexpectedly, Priest Megan just excused with gentle words, without any intention of being offended:

"A little bit of hearsay and humorous jokes will not affect our fear of God."

Thales, who had paused for a while, raised his eyebrows, and secretly gave Gilbert a mischievous look:

"Since then, Shengri has been the head of the gods, commanding the gods, taking the place of its leader, and protecting all things..."

"Our world is named after Errol..."

"Later, after the catastrophe, the end war, the 'Great Rift', Errol, like his father, was out of work - ahem - rested, and his daughter took over the responsibility, along with the rest of the gods The world is the goddess of the setting sun..."

Well, that's right.

Therefore, in Thales' view, after adding the history of the world, from the Myojin Church of the ancient empire, to the Holy Day Church of the final empire, and now to the Sunset Temple of the Star Kingdom, in Errol's world, the empire has been passed down The classic myth of "Myojin-Sacred Sun-Setting Sun" can be described as a painful family business history closely related to the empire's territory:

The generation of gods worked hard to start a business and eventually became a master.

The second generation of the gods defeated the father, and the middle way collapsed.

The third generation of the gods has been operating in a miserable manner, and the bankruptcy is in—ahem, it seems that I am the prince of the stars myself—the revival is imminent.

The building collapsed, and apart from the bitterness and sorrow, somehow, there was also some inexplicable joy.

By the way, when Thales summed up the above points, the priest of Haoyue Temple who was in charge of teaching the history class in Exeter had a bad face, but the Regent of Lisbane listened with relish and nodded repeatedly.

Thales finished the above words in the tone of bargaining in the vegetable market.

He smiled and looked at the weird-looking Gilbert and the thoughtful Priest Megan.

"You know a lot about..."

Priest Megan's eyes were calm, as if he was thinking.

"Thanks."

Thales shrugged.

"...but not in detail." Megan finished her words lightly.

Of course not exhaustive.

In fact, most of these bluffing myths and legends were told to him by a girl with glasses and an immortal demon.

Well, maybe thanks to some former king of the North, who knows where now, who amassed a huge library for his dragon queen.

"So do you believe in God, Thales?"

Priest Megan spoke again, his eyes sparkling:

"Do you believe that our meeting here is arranged by God?"

Thales raised his eyebrows and glanced at the former foreign minister.

This time, he found the long-awaited sense of approval in Gilbert's expression, and the latter even sighed unabashedly.

I know right?

But Thales is still a prince after all, no matter how boring the people he faces in this class, at least he has to maintain the relationship between the royal family and the temple on the surface and ensure the tacit understanding between the two parties.

The prince cleared his throat, and his face returned to seriousness:

"Of course I believe in the goddess of the setting sun..."

"No, you don't believe it."

Megan interrupted him coldly.

I saw the elderly priestess looking straight at him, her gaze was compelling, and the wrinkles on her face were particularly conspicuous at this moment:

"You don't believe in those absurd myths and legends, you don't believe in certified church classics, and you don't believe that gods like the setting sun should be our masters and beliefs."

Thales was taken aback for a moment.

Priest Megan snorted softly, his eyes clear and his tone solemn:

"You would rather believe that this is politics, a strategy, or a struggle. You would rather believe that our gathering here is a measure taken by the Church of the Sunset to influence the royal family and the future king."

"It's like Earl Caso, who is full of disdain, but pretends to be serious."

In the distance, Gilbert, who was still drinking tea with the corner of his mouth curled up, choked up.

ah?

"You are just like the vast majority of high-ranking people in this world who are self-righteous, respectful on the surface, and disapproving behind the scenes because they hold little power, have a slightly higher status, have little knowledge, and have a little success in learning..."

"I don't believe in God."

"Despise God."

This was said too bluntly and harshly, leaving no room for it.

Thales had to restrain his smile, and Gilbert put down his teacup.

Megan's tone was extremely indifferent, and even the nun behind her felt the aura, and glanced at the prince and the earl in anxiety.

"So, you won't know what it's like to live in a world with gods, what gods and beliefs bring to the world, and how true believers live."

The expressionless Megan looked back at Thales and met his gaze.

"You don't even know what you will discover if you understand the world of gods and beliefs with piety."

At that moment, Thales felt a little suffocated, as if at this moment, the other party was the owner of the study.

He took a deep breath:

"I……"

"Then there is always a part missing from your world."

Megan didn't seem to care about the other party's position, and didn't give the Duke a chance to speak:

"It's bad."

She leaned forward and looked straight into Thales' eyes.

"Very bad."

It seemed to penetrate his pupils, pierce his heart, and torture his soul.

"Very, very, very bad."

Her voice was low and her eyes were cold.

Thales' expression also sank.

He sat behind the desk, silent for a few seconds, and then slowly pushed away the book "Acts of the Setting Sun" that he found specially for this class.

Gilbert wanted to ease the unfriendly atmosphere, but Thales spoke just as soon as he coughed for the first time.

"So, what are you going to do?"

I saw the young Duke of Xinghu staring at the threatening eyes of the setting sun priestess without hesitation:

"If I don't believe in God, what will you do?"

Thales smiled and spread his hands:

"Burn me?"

This made the room quiet.

Priest Megan frowned and looked at Thales carefully.

A few seconds passed.

I saw Megan snorted coldly, with a bad tone:

"Yes."

This time it was Thales' turn to be taken aback.

Do, what are you doing?

The little nun standing there became nervous. She had never seen such a battle before, and she looked at the astonished Duke Xinghu in horror, as if she was afraid that the powerful man would say "dragged out and slaughtered" in a fit of anger. of.

Gilbert's cough suddenly became high-pitched:

"Ahem, Your Highness, that today..."

But this time, Count Casso's untimely but forced interruption didn't work.

Priest Megan smiled mysteriously, ignored Gilbert for the third time, and added what he hadn't finished saying:

"...A long time ago, yes."

As soon as these words came out, Thales's eyebrows that had been furrowed loosened again.

Please, don't speak out of breath.

The female priest slowly leaned back on the chair, and her tone became gentle again:

"So, Thales, burning you to death will change your belief?"

"Will you believe in the existence of God, the glory of God, and the greatness of God?"

Gilbert in the distance let out a sigh of relief. Obviously, he had given up on correcting her title problem.

Thales blinked and barely raised the corners of his lips.

Priest Megan smiled, and picked up the teacup at hand:

"Then why are we burning you?"

Megan took a sip of tea:

"It should be noted that faith is not produced with fire, let alone slaughtered with a butcher's knife."

The female priest spoke very slowly, but without the aggressiveness just now:

"If I'm going to burn you to death just because you don't believe in God, it will only increase your disgust and rebellion, and strengthen your position and will, but it will not help the spread of faith, and it will go against the original intention of the gods."

Megan put down the teacup and looked at him steadily:

"What is formed by fear will not be a firm belief, but only the endless hatred that will be gradually accumulated and will eventually be vented."

"Believe me, history has proven that."

Megan glanced at Gilbert who was also frowning intentionally or unintentionally, and said indifferently

"On the contrary, the suffering of reality often leads to spiritual sublimation-many great prophets and envoys have awakened from persecution and suffering for thousands of years, allowing the true meaning of faith to take root in the people and spread wider. "

Thales looked at the setting sun priestess in surprise.

this attitude...

Unlike the church people in my impression?

Megan turned around and smiled slightly:

"So, Your Royal Highness."

She used an honorific title for the first time.

Cooperating with her softened content and friendly tone, Thales found that, no matter what, his preconceived stereotypes about female priests had gradually disappeared.

Megan said solemnly:

"Only evil gods and demons, and only arrogant mortals, are keen to promote blood and violence, enjoy killing and destruction, rely on oppression and power to fight for power, eliminate dissidents, rely on it for victory, and take pride in it."

Thales sat up straight unknowingly.

"However, the true gods—like our goddess of the setting sun—are inclusive and forgiving. They also give mercy and forgiveness, help and guidance to lost lambs, and even to pagans."

"This is the meaning of faith - to save."

Megan said with a slight smile:

"So please let go of your hostility, Thales, open your mind, and change from a skeptic to a tolerant one."

"Because that's how God treats you."

Thales looked at her with a frown.

In the distance, Gilbert let out a long sigh and murmured something like "Sure enough, I still miss that old Styrianides".

A few seconds later, Thales let out a sigh of relief and had to adjust his attitude:

"Oh well."

Strange, the way of speaking is obviously very different, but for some reason, Thales remembered the scene when he faced the old crow.

"So, are you going to teach me how to believe in the goddess, Priest Liv Megan?"

The Duke said seriously.

Megan smiled and took another sip from the teacup.

When she put down the teacup, her tone became deep and mysterious again.

"Hundreds of years ago, there was a young man who suffered misfortune, his family fortune declined, and his future was cut off."

Thales was taken aback, astonished that the other party started telling a story.

"When he was desperate, he received a revelation from God."

Megan looked confused, as if she was in the story at that moment:

"So the young man followed the will of the gods, faced the sunset, and traveled westward."

Is it... a story about the salvation of an unfortunate young man who meets a divine revelation?

Thales glanced at Gilbert and found that the latter's face changed slightly.

Megan's tone became gloomy:

"Day is approaching, but the young man keeps going westward. His road ahead is getting darker and more dangerous, and his eyes are becoming more confused and chaotic."

"Finally, at sunset, in the deep darkness with no moon and no light, exhausted and in a trance, he lost consciousness and hope, and stepped into the middle of the cold Muhe in a trance."

But the female priest immediately changed the topic:

"And when the merciless river was about to overflow his head..."

Megan's words became serious:

"As if ordered, at that moment, the dark long night cleared and the mist cleared, and the vast world became bright again."

The traditional dramatic twist attracted Thales' attention, and he listened to the story with great interest:

"At that moment, the starlight all over the sky lit up for him, and the endless stars flickered again."

Megan's expression became majestic and solemn, as if the gods were right in front of him:

"Just like the creation of the gods."

"As a holy day opens the sky."

"Just as after the end, all things are reborn."

Megan's eyes seemed to be shining brightly:

"Wake up the unfortunate and lucky youth from despair and sorrow."

Thales coughed softly.

"Creating the world, opening the sky or something..."

"The sun goes down, the sky gets dark, and the stars come out," Thales murmured softly:

"I thought, this is natural common sense, not a miracle?"

Megan paused slightly, and looked at the Duke who couldn't help but interrupt the story.

But the priestess just twitched her mouth and continued the story:

"So, on that miraculous day, the young man stood under the starlight, inspired God's will, understood his mission, and made a solemn oath."

"In the face of many hardships, he must cheer himself up and forge ahead."

"And what he wants to revive is not just the collapsed building and the long-lost family business."

Megan stared straight into Thales' eyes:

"What the young people want to revive is in the last days when the gods have fallen and disasters are pervasive. In order to save lives and beliefs, to dispel cold and despair, as well as the brightest light and the most blazing heat, they will turn into thousands of stars and scatter the night sky, forever. By the light of the world—the holy sun."

The gods fell, disasters spread...

Thales, who didn't feel right, raised his head:

"So you're going to tell me that before that, there were no stars in the world, and the night was dark?"

But Megan ignored him:

"Since then, young people have converted to the setting sun, regarded it as the state religion, built temples, and broadcast their faith."

etc.

State religion?

Thales' face changed, and he had to straighten up with his elbows on the table.

Could it be that……

Sure enough, the next moment, Megan looked at the Duke of Xinghu in front of him with a subtle expression, and said in a calm manner:

"Thus, the great cause of Tormund I began from now on."

"The Kingdom of Stars prospers from here."

Megan's voice fell.

The study was quiet for a few seconds.

Until Thales smiled awkwardly.

"This is a classic passage in the "Sunset Scripture", recorded by the prophet and messenger of the goddess, the brother priest seven hundred years ago, Mohasa himself."

Meghan smiled slightly, half teasing and half reminding:

"You should know more about the stories of your ancestors."

"Thales."

Thales lowered his head, cleared his throat, and pretended not to hear.

What kind of revelation, what heavy light, what opening the sky, what making an oath...

This is actually the story of Tormund I encountering a miracle and vowing to establish a country?

Too ridiculous?

"About this story, even within the Sunset Church, there are debates." Gilbert stared at the guest with a hint of warning in his eyes: "Especially the key points of the oath."

"Megan Sacrifice."

Megan returned Gilbert with a look, which seemed displeased and teasing.

"Our earl is dissatisfied with the story of educating believers in the "Sunset Scripture," Megan looked at Thales gently:

"But it does not matter."

The next second, Megan's face became serious again:

"Because no matter how absurd, how unbearable to scrutinize..."

"Seven hundred years ago, this story spread and took root in everyone's hearts..."

Megan opened her mouth lightly, and Thales frowned at what she said:

"Tormund is no longer the remnant prince of the evil empire, no longer a foreign warrior who invaded his homeland to eat and drink, no longer an illegitimate bastard with questionable status, and no longer a self-respecting and ambitious soldier. brutal warlord."

Hearing these adjectives, Thales was startled.

This time, Gilbert was no longer polite, he sternly said:

"Megan Sacrifice!"

But Megan didn't care, just looked faintly:

"In the eyes of all the believers, he is recognized by the unattainable gods and praised by the monks who are eager to help others. After being enlightened by the setting sun and grateful for the afterglow of the holy day, he made a vow and worked hard to create a paradise on earth— —”

"The King of Revival."

Thales looked serious.

Gilbert still pursed his lips, looking quite annoyed.

"From then on, Tormund no longer needs to brutally execute every local who refuses to obey his rule to make an example to others; he no longer needs to be vigilant about whether the well water drawn from the village is poisoned to ensure safety; he No more worrying about the next reliable lodging or recruiting source to come back and fight."

Thales' expression became more and more serious.

He understood the meaning of the other party's words.

"Until the day when he succeeds in his hegemony and the kingdom is firmly established..."

"The goddess of the setting sun became the patron saint of the Canxing royal family, witnessing the coronation and death of every king since then."

Megan sacrificed and said sternly:

"Since then, the Sunset Temple has been entangled with the fate of the Canxing royal family, and it is difficult to separate."

Intertwined with the fate of Canxing royal family...

Thales repeated this sentence silently, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Megan paused for a moment, and then sped up her speech:

"From the beginning of the first century of the end calendar, the 'Taiping King' Kessel I overhauled the temple, recruited believers, and praised it for all people."

"'Blade' Tormund II appointed Bishop Longdong as the prime minister, followed the destiny, spread the faith, and enjoyed the merits of expanding the territory."

"'King Ren' Su Mei I was devout in his beliefs and practiced himself, and finally moved the goddess, and he was able to receive the miracle of rain, and healed the drought that had plagued him for many years."

"'Six Fingers' Horace I swore an oath under the statue of the setting sun, and was blessed by the gods, united as one, to resist the heresy from the other side of the ocean."

"'Jackal' Su Mei III made a clear statement, re-proclaimed the state religion, and re-established the faith."

"'The Worthy Monarch' Mindis III carried forward theology, printed classics, and widely taught monks..."

Every time Megan gave an example, Thales's mind jumped, forcing him to go back and look for knowledge that matched this in history class.

But at the same time, he couldn't help noticing that as the priest said, Gilbert's brows gradually tightened and his cough intensified.

"For the sake of the kingdom, Thales, if your hearts are not aligned, your strengths are even more difficult to share—just ask, if it is not consistent with what your people believe in, fear, and care about, it is incompatible with their world. "

"Then how will you, who is on the throne in the future, rule the kingdom?"

What the other party said made Thales' complexion gradually darken.

He suddenly realized that the theology the other party talked about was far from the same kind of theology as he understood.

"And the truth behind these stories is that we've always lived in a world with a god, whether you acknowledge its miracles, understand its power or not."

"They seem unattainable, but they are never far away from our world and deeply affect our lives..."

Megan lowered her face:

"In a way that is sometimes mysterious and sometimes superficial, in a way that seems to be traced but cannot be guessed."

Priest Megan adjusted his sacrificial robes and said softly:

"A word is worth a million soldiers."

"That's the power of faith."

Thales remained silent for a long time.

But a few seconds later, Megan's tone became brisk again.

"Therefore, my duty in this class, Thales," Priest Megan said with a smile, regardless of Gilbert's frowning expression:

"It's not to encourage you to believe in anything, it's not to show you where the true God is, and it's not to teach you to recite the scriptures and regulations, but to help you discover your relationship with God and understand yourself and God in the process of discussing this issue with you. distance."

Megan stared straight at him:

"Helping you better—know yourself."

"Whether you are a mortal now, or you will rule the kingdom in the future."

Thales frowned slightly.

know, ego?

What the other party said at this moment reminded him of the indescribable and extremely mysterious powerful magician in 'Critical'.

From the view of the gods, to the self-knowledge...

Is it a coincidence?

"Because what we are going to explore today is not just a subject about God," Megan said with a smile:

"It's more about people."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

"So, theology," he asked with interest:

"But it's about people?"

Megan smiled and didn't answer directly.

"And you might as well let go of your hostility—let poor Count Casso over there guard them."

Gilbert coughed unnaturally several times again.

A few seconds passed, Thales raised his head with a sense of heaviness, and smiled awkwardly:

"Oh well?"

Megan smiled.

Well, at least one has to admit it.

Thales said silently in his heart.

She can really talk.

Even Gilbert couldn't intervene.

At least, Thales no longer dared to underestimate the elderly priestess in front of him, despise this "theology class" that sounds like a godsend, but actually has a lot of meaning between the lines.

But he still underestimated the opponent's energy after all.

"And for our first class, Thales, let's talk about something that has troubled you for several years..."

"More problems that have plagued us for millennia."

Troubled me for several years, troubled you for thousands of years?

The Duke of Xinghu raised his head suspiciously.

next second.

Liv Megan, the Sunset Priest who seldom referred to him by his respectful title, spoke as usual.

I saw her casually say a word:

"magic."

His Royal Highness suddenly changed expression.

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