Chapter 9: Claude’s Worries
Feeling a sense of impending doom, Yuehai quickly took several deep breaths and looked very upset as she said,
“No, no, it’s not that. I just don’t know why, but every time I think of my hometown and my family, my head starts to hurt, as if there’s a knife stabbing into my brain.”
“Oh my… um, yes, yes! Yuehai, just wait here for a moment. I’ll go get Lord Laogeri right away. He must have a solution.”
With that, the person’s entire body darted out of the door like a nimble bird, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Watching Leia leave, Yuehai continued to groan for a while before finally sighing.
“My goodness, I almost lost control.”
Recalling the sensation of Leia’s ample chest just now, Yuehai’s entire face softened instantly.
Ah, no no no, now is not the time for wild thoughts. After all, in this female body of mine, flirting with anyone is as easy as pie. There’s no need to rush. Thinking this, Yuehai’s face softened once again.
After indulging in fantasy for a while, Yuehai began to look around. The room, spanning over a hundred square meters, was adorned with various exquisite carvings and several paintings. The person who designed this room undoubtedly had good taste. A faint floral fragrance wafted from a nearby azure flowerpot, enticing Yuehai to take a deep breath.
“What a unique floral scent, is this… Tianxiu Flower?” Looking at the pot with the three characters “Tianxiu Flower” written on it, as well as the detailed introduction about the origin, cultivation, and maintenance of the Tianxiu Flower, Yuehai raised an eyebrow. Her gaze then shifted along the flower, landing directly on a stone on the pure black table.
“What’s this all about again?” Yuehai, like an endlessly curious baby with no shortage of energy, propped herself up with both hands and completely disregarding the self-awareness expected of a patient, bounced off the bed and strolled over to the table to pick up the stone.
It was more like a piece of iron than a stone, heavy and solid. The dark body of the stone was covered in a series of dizzying runes, and in the midst of these chaotic and intricate runes, there was an empty space about the size of a thumb, which Yuehai pressed on without hesitation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, hello. Welcome to watch Westgrid TV, Cyril Branch.”
“Wow!” Yuehai’s body shook as she looked at the suddenly appearing palm-sized image on the stone in front of her, frightening her enough to throw the stone up. However, realizing that it seemed harmless, she reached out and caught it again.
“Time passes, and the Principality of Cyril has also welcomed its four-hundredth year. The great achievement of Duke Cyril the First, who slew seven black dragons, still vividly remembered to this day…”
Yuehai’s eyes sparkled as she watched a beautiful and mature woman in the image, holding a stick and tirelessly singing the praises of the greatness of the Principality of Cyril.
“And now, as spring turns to autumn, the current leader of the Principality of Cyril, the great Duke Pharisees Cyril, has reached the grand age of one hundred and twenty. At the same time, Lord Claude, who successfully returned after going to besiege the bounty target ‘Mountain Axe King’ with a reward of one hundred thousand gold coins, also sends his heartfelt congratulations. The following segment will be an exclusive interview conducted by our reporters.”
“Hello everyone, I’m Claude. Cyril.”
In the scene, a handsome blond man in silver armor greeted somewhat awkwardly.
Yuehai immediately took a step back.
“Woah, isn’t that the blond bastard?”
Yuehai’s memory of his armor was particularly vivid, but she never imagined that this blond rascal would turn out to be someone of considerable importance. From the way he was addressed as “young master” to the respectful tone of the mature woman towards him, his status seemed far from insignificant.
“… I also hope that the Kingdom of Cyril will prosper even more. Thank you, I’m done speaking.”
As Yuehai pondered, Claude’s congratulations also came to an end.
It’s really difficult to handle, Yuehai thought. With the other party’s high status, how should she present herself to men in the future? Hopefully, she wouldn’t just be beaten to death on the spot.
Forget it, let’s put this matter aside for now. Yuehai shook her head and continued watching the mature woman’s various descriptions of the Kingdom of Cyril in the picture. This was like a treasure trove for Yuehai, who was currently suffering from a severe lack of information.
Constructed from weathered wood from the mountains, the swordsmanship arena spanning thousands of meters housed not only solemn statues of knights but also portraits left behind by swordsmanship geniuses born from the Kingdom of Cyril throughout history.
In the spacious swordsmanship arena, a handsome man with short, golden hair sat cross-legged at this moment, his eyes tightly closed, as calm as a virgin.
However, those familiar with him knew that at this moment, this handsome man was not as calm as he appeared on the surface. He was more filled with confusion and anxiety.
“I, Claude Cyril, grandson of the Duke, have followed the spirit of the honorable knight, step by step to this day. Apart from my mother, I have not disappointed anyone.”
As if consoling himself, Claude uncommonly muttered to himself. His mind was in a mess, and at this moment, he could only utter weak justifications aloud.
Facing that beautiful young lady, no, facing that angelic young lady, I indeed felt moved. Even when I saw her being assaulted by someone else, I lost my composure.”
Claude gently placed his right hand over his heart, feeling its unstable beating, and shook his head.
“No, what’s even more unforgivable is that I actually…”
Unable to express it, as a legion commander in the army of the Kingdom of Cyril, daring to reprimand subordinates, daring to criticize superiors, unafraid of enemy threats, yet in this matter, he felt fear.
I… I actually got involved with that young lady…
If Leia tells her about this, how should I face that young lady? Wouldn’t that put me on the same level as the scumbag who assaulted her?
Great Almighty God, please ensure that gentle and dignified Miss Leia feels my plea throughout her life. Please, let her refrain from uttering a word, even if it means biting her tongue until it bleeds.
