Chapter 1197 Raising Katerin as a Daughter

When Katelin walked out of the royal court, she was covered in sweat under her exquisite silk dress.

The Phoenix King's attitude was very friendly, but that didn't mean that there wasn't any pressure when Katelin got close.

That cold-as-fire will, like an absolutely indifferent authority, watches every move of the incoming person. What is hidden in the calm appearance is uncontrollable rage.

Dragon and Phoenix...the former is violent and violent by nature, while the latter is cold and mysterious, and both of these are reflected in the Phoenix King.

A Kislev maid wearing a veil approached Katerin and whispered: "Princess, don't show cowardice..."

In fact, the people who said these words were also under great pressure. As personally selected guards, their perceptions were very keen.

As soon as he took the first step into the royal court, he felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him. Cold, bloodthirsty, furious, silent... all kinds of different auras came from the eyes of the guards in different attires.

The maid has a feeling that the city of Kislev can be easily captured by the Phoenix Royal Court's guards alone...

Kislev and his party waited for a while in the side hall until Phyllis appeared wearing a plain white printed dress and elf sandals.

Felice smiled at Katelin's stiff look and played with Mao Mei's long, silky hair: "Kateline...can I call you that?"

"Of course, but I don't know who you are yet?" Katelin was cautious. Judging from the way the maid and the Phoenix King were whispering just now, she must be deeply trusted.

"Me? I'm just the maid of the Phoenix King. My family has a bit of reputation in Caledor. You can call me Phyllis...sister."

Phyllis' Kislevian is very good. As the shadow of the Phoenix King, she is proficient in most mainstream languages ​​​​in the old world. For smart elves, the biggest difficulty in learning a language is to let go of the prejudices in the heart, rather than being difficult to deal with. The tongue-licking pronunciation.

The familiar emphasis made Katelin's affection for her even more favorable. Even if her long hair was played with, her body was no longer as tense as before.

"Sister Phyllis, can I ask how long it will take for me to return to Kislev if I study with Lord Berannar."

"You want to leave Ulthuan so much?"

This is a fatal question, but Katelin knows how to answer: "Motherland needs me."

"At least ten years. Lord Berannar is very strict with his students. If you want to graduate in a short time, swordsmanship, magic, and knowledge must at least reach the average level of his students."

"Average?"

Phyllis, who was concentrating on braiding Mao Mei's hair, replied smoothly: "Now half of the people in the Archmage Council are from Berannar's sect, which means that you must at least pass the review and rating of the Archmage.

As for swordsmanship... let’s refer to Demon Swordsman. "

Ten years...is it enough?

Katelin couldn't help but suspect that the level of elven spellcasters was basically at the same level as humans. A mage who was regarded as a guest in humans might not be as talented in magic as an old farmer in Ulthuan.

With such deep doubts, Katelin, who had two pigtails in her hair, was brought to the Dragon Palace by Phyllis.

The first person he saw was not Belannar, but Dracnir, the current Prince of Caledor Dragon.

In line with his father's attitude, Draconir also rubbed his chin and looked at the hairy girl Loli in elf costume in front of him.

Thinking that Mao Mei could not understand Elvish, the Dragon Prince asked Phyllis, who was playing with palace decorations:

"Phyllis, everyone knows that you have always wanted to give your father an heir, and I also support this. After all, most people thought that if your father had awakened earlier, you would have been the princess long ago...

But you can’t do the same thing. Since you don’t have any children, why don’t you dress Katerina in Archibald family clothes? "

The style of Katerin's dark blue dress may be somewhat close to that of Kislev, but the delicate silk threads looming on her shoulders outline a line of elven runes.

Dragon at Dusk and Sunset.

Phyllis blinked and pretended to be honest: "Dracnir, what are you talking about? I just gave Katelin my old clothes to wear. How come it has anything to do with my family. "

Draknir was a bit speechless. Because there were too many involved, it was difficult to find an elf to raise as his child, so he just focused on the furry loli who came to Ulthuan...

Is this the royal court's emotional attraction to Kislev, or is it Felice's personal move...

"Forget it, it's up to you...but Teacher Berannar is currently in the Dragon's Back Mountains and has no energy to guide Katelin's studies."

Phyllis picked up a bouquet of Cathay flowers she had never seen before and said nonchalantly. "Then it's up to you."

"I also have something to do..." Drachnir was not in the mood to guide Mao Mei, but since he had been sent to the Dragon Palace, there must be a reasonable arrangement, otherwise it would be ruining the reputation of the master of Kaledo.

Phyllis narrowed her eyes and showed a malicious smile: "Where is Mr. Masno? The war in the north is gradually subsiding. He will definitely have time to teach Katelin's swordsmanship... When your child is born, Mr. Béranal I will definitely teach him magic, wouldn’t it be better to let Katelin learn it together with His Highness?”

After glancing at Mao Mei Loli a few times, Draconir thought this idea might work after careful consideration.

"Then leave it to Masnow and arrange for personnel to serve it. The environment in Nagarond is not inferior to Kislev."

Phyllis covered her mouth and smiled, reminding the current Dragon Prince: "Your Highness, that is Tal Ansena, the most remote city under your rule."

Draconil shook his head and said nothing, just wanting to get rid of Catherine as soon as possible. It's best not to appear in the Dragon Court in these four months.

So the little girl who listened to the whole process, followed the experienced teleportation spell of Prince Caledor, and came to Naggaroth, where the climate was not much different from that of her hometown, with a confused face.

When the champion warrior came to Masno in a dark blue heavy robe, he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

If it was just the Tsar of Kislev, he would consider the face of Her Majesty and teach some martial arts, but he would definitely not teach her real skills.

But when the princess wearing the inscription of the Dusk Sunset Dragon came, Masno reluctantly agreed, for the sake of his old friend, and Catherine's outstanding talent as a frost witch, she might also be a good material.

So when Masno threw a sword in front of Catherine, the Princess of Kislev was completely confused. Was I looking for death by asking me to fight against the legendary Azure Fury?

In the story of Kislev, Masno, holding the ice-blue holy sword, is more legendary than the Snow Queen.

Even if Catherine was disgusted with the elves at first, she had to admit that the cold dragon prince who killed demons in the mural was the incarnation of Ersun.

Masno's face was tense, and the training long sword was stained with a layer of blue frost. He said to Catherine, who was at a loss: "Pick up the sword and prove that you have the talent and determination to inherit my swordsmanship." (End of this chapter)