Chapter 382 Extra: First Meeting with Elizabeth

Chapter 382 Extra: First meeting with Elizabeth

The story begins like this:

Elizabeth studied in the Military Academy of the Royal Academy. Most of the Military Academy were children of nobles from Nali. Few civilians or students from the business class attended the Military Academy. People said that the Military Academy of the Royal Academy had an invisible threshold for admission, and the nobles could not give up. The most important military power, even the most basic right to study, is not willing to give up.

This reason is obviously wrong or incomplete; the nobles may not be willing to give in, but driven by the growing parliament and the power of the two parties, the Royal Academy, as the home of the Griffins, will certainly not be tilted specifically towards the old school. of feudal aristocracy.

The real reason is that the study at the Military Academy is very difficult and the tuition fee is very high. It is comparable to the tuition fee at the Magic Court, and is more than twice as high as the normal business school and science school.

Of course, Her Royal Highness Elizabeth does not need to worry about high tuition fees. What she is really worried about is academic difficulties. There are many theories that need to be learned to lead troops, and the requirements for royal people are even more frightening.

Maybe she did complain once or twice before, but not now, because without these academic difficulties she might not have known the boy.

She still remembered that it was an afternoon before the midterm exam in the middle of the first semester of the first grade. There was always a lack of quiet people in the noisy Royal Academy, and Elizabeth, who was struggling with her thesis, was one of them.

"In the consideration of modern warfare, magic is a part that must be considered. As an excellent commander, you not only need to know how to use magic in war, but also have a certain understanding of all its principles and costs. Assignment this week , a 2,500-word paper on the use of magic in modern warfare, will be submitted to me next weekend. At least fifteen citations are required, strictly following the [Hairson citation format example]... That’s it, get out of class is over!”

In the classroom, the professor's unquestionable words came out, and he left the classroom without caring about the mourning students in the audience.

Such strict requirements made even the perfect smile on the face of Elizabeth, the eldest princess, a little unbearable. She endured it for a whole day. It was not until the tea party with the noble ladies in the afternoon that she couldn't help but express her gratitude to these sisters. hugged him softly,

"I shouldn't have chosen this course. We haven't even finished the basic military management. And I have four exams to face next week. How can I finish writing...I basically know nothing about magic. I know, it seems I can only drop out of class..."

"Ah, it's rare to hear Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth feel so unsure of herself."

Among the many aristocratic sisters, a sister who was studying in the third-year liberal arts college smiled and looked at Elizabeth, who was obviously the youngest but sitting in the main seat. After hesitating for a moment, she recommended a "possible helper" to Elizabeth. ,

"But don't worry too much. In fact, I have a helper here... I have a cousin from afar who has recently come to Saint-Nali to study. His name is Trundle, and he is studying in business school. He doesn't want to live with us, so he lives in the city. I rented a house in the district and shared it with a student from the Magic Academy.”

Speaking of this, the sister introduced her family's relationship nonchalantly while slowly leading to the main topic.

"His roommate who shared the same apartment was very special. He ranked first in the entrance exam for the Magic Academy, and he had just completed a full course plus three elective courses in his first year. I heard that the professor of the magic class was planning to take the exam this time. When he passed the exam, he was asked to finish all the content. It was his own request..."

"I heard from Trundle that the child came from a poor background. Your Highness can write to him and ask him for help, and he will definitely help you."

Before she could finish her words, the other sisters next to her burst into laughter, covered their mouths and mocked,

"Is this suggestion better to be avoided? Let Her Highness Elizabeth write a letter to a poor student asking for his help in completing an academic paper? Isn't it too embarrassing to spread the word? Or do you just want Her Highness Elizabeth to embarrass this person?"

"No...no, how dare you do this?"

These words made the sister who suggested it turn pale, laughed awkwardly, and explained in this way.

Okay, maybe she did not think it through well. If it were a child of another noble family, it might not matter, but Her Royal Highness Elizabeth must not be like this...

Elizabeth also knew that she was unintentional, so she did not pursue the matter further. Instead, she calmed things down gently and asked,

"I'll think about it. What's his name?"

"Ah, Fisher! Fisher Benavidez, that's the name. Trundle mentioned it many times, so I remember..."

Elizabeth smiled, but everyone knew that it was impossible for her Highness to write a letter asking about academic papers. After all, her identity as the eldest princess was still here.

"Okay everyone, let's stop complaining. I'm going to the church to pray. Farewell, ladies."

"Goodbye, Your Highness."

The Mother Goddess Church is the state religion of Nali. In other words, all the countries in the Western Continent are deeply influenced by the Mother Goddess Church, but the churches in several countries are different.

In order to show the closeness between the royal family and the church, Elizabeth's external gentle persona makes it better for her to add the identity of a "devout believer of the Mother Goddess", which will make the people feel closer and more likeable.

It's just that Elizabeth may be questioning in her heart what the purpose of doing this is.

The princess of Nali cannot inherit the throne in any case, so what can she do if the people like her?

The answer is, as a political resource, the political resource of marriage.

One day in the future, when the emperor needs to support a noble or other force that is worth relying on, perhaps a rising star of the Griffin Party, or someone from the new party's pioneering company, in order to gain the support of the people, he may marry himself to those people to strengthen the connection between the Golden Palace and them.

Elizabeth knew that this was her best fate.

She might have some complaints in her heart, but she also understood the difficulties of the royal family or her father, and understood the difficulties of change. Perhaps she did accept her fate and played the role of a gentle and friendly princess until she married a strange gentleman and spent the rest of her life.

That day, she took a carriage to the largest church in Saint Nari to pray.

In front of the spacious prayer hall, like thousands of churches, there was a statue of the kind and benevolent mother goddess, and she quietly watched the people who came to pray below.

In the church, the bishop chanted the blessing in a loud voice. Those devout believers sat on wooden chairs, closed their eyes quietly and made standard prayer postures, feeling the call of the Mother Goddess who seemed to be nothing.

Many people have become accustomed to seeing Her Royal Highness the Princess at this time. Even the bishop greeted her. When she sat down and prepared to start praying, she suddenly realized that there was another quiet praying person at the other end of the wooden chair where she was sitting.

It was a quiet and handsome young man. His short black hair and three-dimensional facial features unique to the Nari people all indicated his identity as a mixed-race of Cardunari. What really attracted Elizabeth was the Royal Academy uniform he was wearing.

Yes, the Royal Academy actually has school uniforms, but no one wears them except scholars from the Institute. Most people wear private clothes.

But the Royal Academy, which represents the new thought school, should have few believers of the Mother Goddess, especially those wearing such conspicuous Royal Academy uniforms.

Elizabeth glanced at the standard prayer posture of the young man with closed eyes, and couldn't help but suspect that the person in front of her was actually a speculator.

He probably knew that he had to come here to pray every week. He was proud of his good looks, so he put on a school uniform that showed that he was from the same school as her and came here to pray in a pretentious manner, hoping to get close to the Princess Royal...

Can't blame Elizabeth for being sentimental, she has indeed seen too many people like this.

She could have ignored him, but maybe because of the "personality" in the carriage, she suddenly pointed at the other party's prayer posture in a rather unkind way and reminded him,

"You should cross your fingers when praying to the Mother Goddess. You are doing the wrong prayer posture."

The gentleman who looked quite handsome from the side ignored her until several seconds later, when he seemed to realize that the other party was talking to him.

He glanced at Elizabeth with his rather stern face, then turned his head away nonchalantly, and replied perfunctorily,

"I am not praying to the Mother Goddess, so the posture is correct, and I am not a believer of the Mother Goddess, Your Highness."

Elizabeth was slightly stunned. She looked at the man's fingers in front of her, and then she found that he bent his middle finger in a standard way without crossing it. In the doctrine, the longest finger represents the Mother Goddess.

He was praying for someone else.

"You come to the church to pray if you are not a believer of the Mother Goddess?"

"You are not a believer of the Mother Goddess either, why do you come here?"

Elizabeth's pupils shrank slightly, and she didn't understand how he saw through her personality. She wanted to continue asking, but he raised an index finger to her lips to signal her to be silent.

This man

Elizabeth ignored his silence and asked in a low voice,

"How did you know?"

The man glanced at her speechlessly and explained helplessly,

"A truly devout believer will be very focused even when he closes his eyes to pray, but when you close your eyes, you are just in a daze, at least you can't be considered devout, right?"

"Were you looking at me just now?"

Elizabeth stopped asking, but suddenly smiled slightly, and the golden face of Godlin suddenly bloomed with unimaginable charm, making the young man in front of him shake his eyes and reply a little dully,

"You are the princess, of course you are very popular, and I am no exception."

"So..."

They didn't talk anymore, both of them bowed their heads to pray, and they were not so devout.

The young boy was obviously praying for someone devoutly, but his posture was not so standard; his posture was obviously so standard that there was no flaw, but his heart was not devout at all.

Elizabeth, who closed her eyes, suddenly became a little curious, wondering if the handsome young man next to her would take advantage of her closed eyes to peek at her again.

"The Mother Goddess said, be pious, be kind, be selfless..."

The bishop's earnest teachings turned into gospel, and Elizabeth quietly opened her eyes, her head uncontrollably looking to the side - it seemed like the first time she did this, regardless of her personality, and it was obviously not a good thing to spread such "unpious" things, but for some reason, Elizabeth was sure that the other party would not tell anyone.

They seemed to have some kind of inexplicable tacit understanding, even though it was just the first time they met, just like at this moment.

When Elizabeth opened her eyes and secretly turned to look at the man beside her, the man who was praying also opened his eyes at the same time. Both of them subconsciously looked at the person who was some distance away from them, so they both I saw the other person turning his head...

Elizabeth had nothing to hide from. She just opened her mouth and looked at the other person. The young man in front of her looked at her in a neither humble nor condescending manner, but he shrank a little away under the gaze of her slightly flashing, bright golden eyes.

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They didn't have any unnecessary conversations, but they were both a little surprised that the other party would do the same thing as themselves.

In order not to embarrass the other party, and in order not to overstep and offend the princess, the young man in front of her seemed to want to stand up and leave at the same time, because the prayer seemed to have ended, so they stood up at the same time.

Seeing the other party's similar movements again, Elizabeth couldn't help but smile, which made the scholarly and extremely restrained gentleman in front of her more and more embarrassed. Elizabeth took the initiative to become a "gentleman" and said,

"you first."

"Thanks."

He was not polite. He stood up and walked to the bishop in front of him. He handed an envelope to the bishop. Elizabeth recognized it. It was a "faith". It is usually written by a living person to a relative who has passed away and handed it to the bishop. The word also means that he has a relative who is a devout believer of the Mother Goddess, and was buried in the church, sleeping under the Mother Goddess' seat forever.

After the bishop nodded kindly, Elizabeth and the young gentleman did not look at each other in silent agreement until the gentleman left the church through the main entrance.

Sensing the departure of the young gentleman from the same school, Elizabeth stood up in silence for a moment and walked towards the bishop. After chatting with him for a moment, she expressed her respect for the Mother Goddess and how the Mother Goddess guided her life. She also did not forget to like A devout person donated some money that way.

No one can see the true thoughts of this "perfect believer of the Mother Goddess" except the gentleman just now.

Maybe he did it on purpose, wanting to get on the royal family's high tree?

But that strange tacit understanding couldn't make Elizabeth think that way.

She just followed the bishop, talking and watching as he took the message handed over by the young gentleman just now and came to a wall made of stone boxes behind the church. Each stone box was engraved with The letters contain the ashes of devout believers of the Mother Goddess. The bishop is responsible for burning the messages sent by the family members to ensure that the thoughts of the family members can reach the Kingdom of the Mother Goddess and be known to them.

At the corner of the stone wall, the bishop waved the envelope in front of a stone box and whispered,

"Messenger of the Mother Goddess, your mortal relatives express their sincere thoughts to you. May you sleep peacefully in the kingdom of the Mother Goddess."

Elizabeth looked with her golden eyes and saw a single line of words engraved on the stone box:

[Thank you for giving me a home when I was lonely. Even if you have left and I am alone again, you will always be my family. 】

[In memory of: Teresa Benavides, a great and devout nun]

【Fisher Benavidez】

Elizabeth looked at the words on the small tombstone. The "family" in the words seemed to glow, causing ripples to appear in her golden eyes.

She took a deep breath and looked at the church behind her, where the young gentleman had long since disappeared. But after a second, she seemed to remember something, and suddenly looked back at the name on the tombstone.

"Fisher Benavidez?"

"What did you say, Your Highness?"

"Ah, nothing. Thank you for your teaching, Bishop. I have to take my leave first."

"As you please, Your Highness."

Elizabeth smiled perfectly, but her steps involuntarily accelerated a little, and she left here briskly.