Chapter 453: Lancaster
The palace, adorned with luxurious brocade and treasures, shimmered with the dazzling light of gold, silver, gems, and radiant jewels. The corridors, carpeted with opulent Sylva Loya carpets, were decorated with numerous precious famous paintings and artworks.
The Royal Palace Guards, their armor covered by golden and silver capes adorned with magnificent patterns, stood guard with spears and silver swords, protecting the tranquility of the residence of the most glorious and esteemed Sacred Sword King in the continent’s history.
Candle flames flickered in the space, disturbed by the sound of delicate footsteps.
Her smooth silver hair, akin to moonlight, seemed even softer and more beautiful under the candlelight. Misaela, not wearing her usual splendid princess attire, was jogging down the palace corridor, her exquisite little face showing a hint of anxiety.
However, the guards of the palace were accustomed to the true, rather lively and charming personality of the “White Iris Princess,” who was known for her flawless, moon-like beauty outside the palace.
Suddenly, a fast-moving silver-white shadow stopped abruptly before her. Misaela timidly raised her little face towards the figure in front of her, stuttering out a voice.
“M-Mother…”
Appearing before Misaela was a silver-haired young girl who bore some resemblance to her.
As the last princess of the Iris Dynasty, Filir Pegalran, although considered a figure from the previous era, much like the Sacred Sword King, maintaining her youthful appearance was not difficult for her, having already broken through to the Saint Rank in her youth.
And after the Sacred Sword’s hero succeeded the throne as King of Peka, Filir naturally became the Queen of the Peka Kingdom.
However, contrary to Misaela’s expectations, she was not scolded as usual. Instead, seeing the girl’s figure, the Queen’s slightly anxious expression relaxed considerably.
“Xiao Mi, His Majesty has already told me about your situation.”
The Queen gently stroked the girl’s silver silk hair with her soft, jade-like hands, her voice as gentle as possible.
“Even though, when I was your age, Mother also liked to run around… but, being like Xiao Mi, it’s very worrying.”
“Mother, aren’t I fine now?”
Although she sensed that the Queen’s mood seemed different from usual, and she wasn’t being lectured like before, the girl, holding onto the Queen’s silk sleeve to conceal her fair jade-like arm, stuck out her tongue playfully.
“So, how did Xiao Mi run out of the palace?”
Despite her gentle, smiling expression, Misaela couldn’t help but shiver. “Haha, this… Of course, I snuck out myself…”
“En?”
“Wuwu… I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you… It was, it was Teacher Vicena who helped me…”
Under the Queen’s scrutiny, Misaela quickly couldn’t stand it and confessed honestly.
“Vicena… Hmph, that idiot woman…”
Seeing the Queen’s suddenly angry expression, Misaela cautiously raised her head and explained, “But, I begged Teacher Vicena. Mother, please don’t blame her…”
The Queen’s angry expression seemed to last only for a moment before being replaced by her smile again.
“Since Xiao Mi says so… then, this is the last time.”
Misaela breathed a sigh of relief. The Queen ruffled the little princess’s hair, a slight smile gracing her exquisite, maiden-like face.
“Alright, Xiao Mi, hurry inside. His Majesty is waiting for you.”
Her slender jade hand caressed the girl’s silk-spun silver hair. Misaela, holding onto her slender fingers, watched Filir’s departing back, her long eyelashes blinking against her sapphire eyes.
“Mother, why does it always feel a bit strange…”
Pursing her tender red lips, Misaela thought with some confusion. However, no answer came to mind. The girl gently stomped her foot and walked towards the King’s sleeping chambers.
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The palace gates, intricately carved with iris patterns and adorned with copious gold, silver carvings, and precious gems, were slowly pushed open by the guards in front of the King’s chambers. Misaela, familiar with the path, slipped through the gap in the doors into the opulent palace.
The walls on either side were painted with sacred iris patterns and covered with woven silver moon brocade. The pure sunlight filtering through the high windows mingled with the candlelight burning in the ornate silver lamps, casting light upon the red silk carpet laid on the jade and gold bricks.
As the Monarch of Peka, Lancaster rarely required the service of maids or servants. His luxurious chambers, in Filir’s absence, would often contain only him, the great King renowned through the ages, and the Sacred Sword, a symbol of all his glory, placed before him.
The Sacred Sword King, having concluded his cabinet meeting, had shed his formal attire and was seated before a golden-jade long table. His blue-golden long hair cascaded to his shoulders, his face slightly lowered, his eyes, bright as stars, gazing at the contract text on the gilded letter.
However, at this moment, beside the King, in addition to a few familiar court officials, stood a beautiful girl with star-blue long hair. Seeing Misaela arrive, a smile graced her eyebrows, and she lightly waved her pure white slender hand.
“Xiao Mi.”
If Ig were here, he would definitely recognize this girl. She was Charlis, who had previously appeared as a phantom in Duke Oran’s City of Blood, drawing the Sacred Sword and revealing her true identity.
It was just that Charlis at the time had not expected that Duke Oran, before his demise, had already reached the realm of immortality. Such a mistake, however, had plunged them into a desperate situation.
Only in the end, with the “Phoenix Feather Heavenly Flame Sword” gifted by Verafia and the final move, “Starflow Sword Qi Slash,” was Ig able to defeat the lingering defilement of Olan Sourske, escaping the domain of the City of Blood.
Charlis now no longer wore the heavy black robe that concealed her form. Adorned in an exquisite light purple silk evening gown, the girl’s slender, delicate body appeared exceptionally elegant and beautiful.
“Sister Charle!”
With an incredibly sweet and soft voice, the silver-haired “Iris Princess” widened her sapphire eyes, full of surprise, and rushed into the girl’s embrace.
Although Misaela had other brothers and sisters, she naturally felt closer to Charlis, who had grown up by her side and was closer in age.
However, Charlis had often been away from the palace in the past two years. Seeing her sister again after several months, Misaela was naturally overjoyed.
Towards her sister, Charlis naturally did not maintain the cool demeanor she showed towards outsiders. A smile graced her cheeks, and her white jade slender fingers playfully nipped the girl’s small nose, teasing.
“Xiao Mi is still so clingy… But, Father is watching, you know.”
Misaela quickly lifted her little head from the girl’s embrace. The King had already stood up from the long table, his star-like eyes gently observing the playful interaction between the two sisters.
The King of Peka, Lancaster, had blue-golden hair that fell to his shoulders, dressed in white silk adorned with gems, its edges trimmed with luxurious golden embroidery. His mere appearance, with its stunning handsomeness, was enough to drive any noble girl to madness.
However, this did not in the least detract from Lancaster’s majesty and greatness as the most glorious monarch and savior of the world in history.
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Perhaps a simple introduction of Lancaster from Misaela’s perspective, and his ex-girlfriend’s family.
(I originally wanted to finish it in one chapter and continue with Veer and Ig’s main storyline, but it seems the length is a bit insufficient?)
PS: It’s the latter half of the month again… I need to speed up the writing (trying to finish this volume during the summer vacation).
