Rosalind put on the dress she brought, looking very formal.
Although the place where she met Rosalind didn’t seem very formal.
Originally, she thought that the place of the governor who commanded these powerful Lars knights and controlled the entire kingdom would be very luxurious, but to Rosalind and the Gray Robe’s surprise, the other party’s residence looked quite ordinary, not much larger than a regular noble’s residence in Castile.
The Gray Robe initially thought that even if the other party did not live in the royal palace, the place where they lived wouldn’t be much inferior to the actual palace, but it really was very ordinary.
Moreover, the meeting location was not in the reception room, but in an office, which made the Gray Robe’s heart tighten; it was clear that the other party did not regard this meeting as very important, or perhaps they simply did not think of it as very formal.
Looking on the bright side, it might be considering that Her Highness was still very young, and such a private occasion was indeed more suitable.
However, even so, Rosalind was still quite nervous. Even though her eyes had been covered earlier, just by hearing the wails, she could already imagine how one-sided the battle at that time was.
And this kind of private meeting also somewhat indicated the other party’s attitude.
Additionally, on the way here, Rosalind also witnessed the prosperity of this nation called Cape. Although her observations were not as detailed as the Gray Robe’s, Rosalind understood that this was a nation whose economic strength and military might could easily crush Castile.
Now, going to meet the actual ruler of this country, how could she not be nervous?
Moreover, she heard that the elven mage was right beside the Northern Border Governor, that was an elven mage after all.
Guided by the maids, after walking through a not-so-long corridor, Rosalind, wearing Castile’s most luxurious dress, stepped into the leadership of this country.
“Honorable Northern Border Governor, Rosalind Tamara represents the entire royal family of Castile to greet you.”
Generally speaking, those rulers like to give themselves a host of titles, but the true ruler of this kingdom seemed to have little interest in those titles. Caroline had also reminded Rosalind to avoid meaningless chatter when speaking to the Lord Governor.
Rosalind lifted her skirt, as if she had practiced a thousand times, and upon entering the office, bowed to the person seated.
The Gray Robe followed behind Rosalind, humbly expressing respect to the person in the seat.
“I have heard about your matters; I can assure you that at least on Cape’s territory, you will receive the respect you deserve. Please, take a seat.”
Hearing this, the Gray Robe and Rosalind sighed in relief and sat down in the seats that had already been prepared for them.
Rosalind lifted her head. At first glance, she did not look toward the figure seated but searched for the elven mage in the room.
After a moment, Rosalind spotted Tia, who was lounging on the sofa, munching on chips while flipping through a book.
“…”
Rosalind suddenly felt something inside her shatter quietly; being able to snack casually and read in the governor’s office undoubtedly indicated that this elven mage’s status was far beyond question.
But why, why would a legendary, elegant, and noble elf behave so casually on such an important occasion?
Meanwhile, the Gray Robe was carefully observing Lind.
Young, even younger than the Gray Robe had imagined, contrasting sharply with the elder politics on the Solun Continent.
Lind briefly introduced Tia and Lena, who were beside him.
Lena had already stopped her work, looking curiously at the two newcomers and nodding.
Tia merely glanced at the two; at Lind’s prompting, she lazily sat upright.
When confirming that the elf in front of her was indeed the elven princess, Rosalind’s emotions were written all over her face. It wasn’t disappointment per se; Tia’s serious aura did resemble that of a dignified, mysterious, and elegant princess, but it seemed far removed from nobility.
In contrast, the Gray Robe felt much more natural. Even though elves had long lifespans and much time had passed, they also had their own considerations. If they really were as passionate as the legends said, they would have come forward to assist, and the Gray Robe would have suspected whether she was dreaming.
While the two observed their surroundings, Lind was also observing them.
“I have heard about your situation. You have traveled here to seek the elves’ help due to turmoil in your kingdom, right?”
Upon hearing this reminder, Rosalind finally remembered the purpose of her visit.
“That’s correct; the Avar Kingdom is currently using cannons and firearms to continue their invasion of other nations on the Solun Continent. My kingdom is now in dire straits. Great elf, esteemed governor, please lend us your hand and fight against evil with us.”
Rosalind detailed Castile’s current state and the devastation inflicted by Avar on the Solun Continent.
Although still young, Rosalind’s tone was firm and her words earnest.
Rosalind’s narrative was reminiscent of a princess journeying across a vast sea to seek the elves’ assistance to save her kingdom, but Lind heard a note of something amiss in her story.
After Rosalind finished, Lind asked, “Why did Castile send the youngest princess to seek the elves’ help?”
Hearing this question, the Gray Robe sighed heavily; the other party clearly was no simple character and had spotted the crux of the issue at a glance.
“My father and siblings are all busy with very important matters, and this is also to demonstrate my courage and determination to save my country!”
Rosalind did not feel anything unusual, as her father indeed had given her the best resources he could for her adventure.
But to Lind, this was merely the last shred of the king of Castile’s conscience as a father.
“This national master, you are probably not very well-liked in Castile, right?”
Hearing Lind’s words, the Gray Robe nodded: “I am not of noble birth…”
Well, still the age-old problem of feudal times.
Lind had already made a rough judgment about Castile; the social level should be comparable to that of the previous Cape, and there might even be worse resources and productivity.
Due to the lack of constraints from towers, some geniuses could still rise to higher-level professions through their own efforts and opportunities, crossing into upper social classes.
The Gray Robe’s unpopularity was likely not only due to the nobles; even those companions who were high-level professionals probably did not agree with the Gray Robe’s ideals, hence the nobles could use this reason to openly discriminate against the Gray Robe.
“So, esteemed elven princess, may I request your assistance to help our nation?”
Rosalind spoke earnestly, but Tia did not answer directly, instead turning to Lind.
It wasn’t that Tia was unwilling to help; she was somewhat at a loss. The High Ger Empire was currently focused on cooperating with Lind regarding logistics and resources, and facing these suddenly emerged “elven believers,” Tia was also helpless.
