Chapter 452: Chapter 13 Misaela
Upon learning that Ig’s destination was also Lisen, after clearing out Albert’s nest, the Knights of the Round Table invited the young man to travel with them.
However, Ig rejected Garris’s request, citing trivial matters. Garris did not insist either, and after leaving him a token, he bid farewell.
“This Knight Lord is truly powerful… worthy of the legendary Knights of the Round Table.”
Ig grasped the Holy Silver Emblem given by Garris, feeling the extremely pure Holy Light Power within, and exclaimed.
Facing Albert, who had fully merged with the Seed of Destruction, he couldn’t even last a moment under Garris’s sword and was completely annihilated and purified. Such power was definitely above the ordinary Saint Rank.
“When I was in the Empire, I heard about the two blades wielded by the Sacred Sword King of Peka. As for the blade of Radiance… many believe it to be the Holy Light Sacred Sword wielded by His Majesty. However, in my opinion, it is more fitting to attribute it to the Knights of the Round Table under Lord Richelieu of the Peka Church.”
Andes walked closer to the young man, his deep indigo eyes shimmering with a faint light, and suddenly smiled at him.
“However, many in the Empire believe that the so-called Knights of the Round Table of the Peka Church are merely imitations of the Holy Sword Knights and Radiant Holy Guards of the Holy See. But from Lord Garris, it is evident that the Peka Church’s reliance on him is not without reason.”
Ig nodded. From “Andiel,” Ig could faintly discern a hint of vigilance.
However, this was not difficult to understand.
Since the end of the Demon Race War a hundred years ago and the coronation of the Sacred Sword Hero as king, the Peka Church, which had already been distanced from the Holy See of Light, became even more estranged, maintaining only nominal obedience to the Holy See of Sacred Light.
Ig tilted his head slightly and looked at Andes and Siya beside the young man. This Knight “Andiel” undeniably came from the knights of the Imperial Holy See. Then, what about Miss Siya?
Ig felt a sense of curiosity. However, since the girl had no intention of sharing, he naturally wouldn’t ask further.
“It’s a shame that Lord Garris never revealed Miss ‘Aisi’s’ identity.”
Ig shook his head with regret.
“Tch, she’s just a girl… Ig, why are you so concerned about her?”
Looking at Verafia beside him, who had slightly pouted cheeks on her snow-kissed little face, Ig chuckled and rubbed the fine golden hair on the girl’s little head, laughing.
“Ha. It’s not like what you think, Young Lady. I’m just curious about her identity.”
“By the way, Miss Aisi released a Sacred Light shield, and the Knights of the Round Table of the Church care so much about her… Veer, do you think she might be the daughter of a Cardinal in the Peka Church?”
“You say that… Hmm, maybe.”
Verafia stuck out her slender tongue and then rolled her golden eyes speechlessly.
“Why has Ig suddenly become so slow… Didn’t ‘Andiel’ just make it clear enough?”
While complaining inwardly, Verafia’s raised golden eyes fell on Ig’s face, and she suddenly felt a sense of alert:
“Wait, is this guy deliberately playing dumb with me?”
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The territory of Count Reel was not far from the Royal City of Lisen.
As the origin of Peka’s history and the capital unchanged for thousands of years, in the travel merchants’ many accounts and poems, this city of white irises was almost synonymous with the entire Kingdom.
The finely carved metal wheels rolled slowly over the white floor. The Royal City was filled with nobles, and even included attendants of the King’s Royal Court’s high officials.
However, not a single person dared to block the carriage. They all retreated to the side of the street, casting respectful gazes at the passing carriage.
There were no attendants, nor any insignias to display their identity. The Knights of the Round Table, clad in Holy Silver Armor and personally driving the carriage, were enough to indicate their identity.
Who had the qualifications to have a noble Knight of the Round Table drive a carriage for them?
The answer to the question was revealed as the carriage slowly drove into the Royal Palace.
The knight driving the carriage had silver-grey hair, and his handsome face was inlaid with deep blue gemstone pupils. Guards, who rushed to the Royal Palace, saluted him. After arranging the steps, the knight smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, then dismounted.
“Princess Misaela, are you still angry?”
A displeased, as if sulking, hum revealed the girl’s feelings.
Immediately, her small hand, as delicate as jade, forcefully pushed open the carriage door. After a crisp collision, a stream of slender, silvery moonlight-like silk-like long hair appeared in view. A tender face, as exquisite as a deity’s artwork, pouted its lips, revealing her extreme dissatisfaction.
“Percival, with Garris there, what danger could there be!”
The mage’s boots were tied around her slender and beautiful lotus-jade calves, and she stepped down the carriage steps onto the ground. Under her long, fine eyelashes, her sapphire blue eyes, shining like gemstones, widened, filled with unhappiness as she looked at the knight.
Although she was still disguised as the mage girl “Aisi,” and not wearing the evening gown adorned with gems and beautiful lace that matched the girl’s title “Princess White Iris.”
However, the aura the girl displayed was completely different from before, beautiful and pure, noble and inviolable like the moon goddess in the starry night.
Misaela raised her big eyes, her pearly jade-like teeth biting her tender lips:
“At such an important moment, you actually teleported me back!”
“Mm, Princess, you destroyed a stronghold of the Seed of Destruction, which is indeed a great deed…”
Percival rested his chin in his hand and pretended to ponder: “Unfortunately, Your Highness snuck out and put yourself in such a dangerous situation. If not for His Majesty the King, I’m afraid even Her Majesty the Queen would give you a severe lesson.”
“Mm, Mother, but I…”
Seeing the girl’s suddenly flustered and anxious expression, the knight couldn’t help but smile:
“Actually, Princess, you care more about that young man, don’t you?”
“Nnn… Not at all, I don’t even know his name! Percival, don’t talk nonsense!”
Her snow-white little face flushed red, and her clear, crystalline eyes seemed to be filled with misty water. Misaela suddenly raised her face and argued unreasonably:
“It’s just that he saved me, and I just wanted to… thank that person!”
“Is that so?”
The knight in silver armor rested his chin and looked with interest at the little princess’s rarely shown shy expression.
“Princess, you don’t need to worry about this. Garris is there, he can definitely inquire about their names for you.”
“However, Your Highness, I believe you should now consider how to deal with His Majesty the King.”
