CHAPTER 673: IS THIS YOUNG LADY REALLY AN ELF?

It turns out that money can’t solve all problems, but it can solve most of them.

When Cirella walked toward the Queen, adorned with a sapphire diamond crown, draped in a white bear fur cloak, and wearing a silk gown with pearl waves, several lady-in-waiting immediately became solemn.

Jewels and pearls no less than those of the Queen signified immense wealth;

The pure white bear fur cloak, effortlessly draped over her shoulders, indicated formidable power—

Not to mention defeating the bear and crafting the cloak; even wearing such a large piece would burden any magic user below level five.

Moreover, the gems emitted an unmistakable magical glow...

As Queen Anne greeted them, she quickly cast a "Detect Magic" spell, then reflexively closed her eyes.

The magical item on the forehead of the elf girl, a teardrop-shaped silver-violet pendant, what level could it be?!

Its brightness surpassed her own bracelet, which contained "Cure Critical Wounds" and "Spell Immunity," by at least one level!

No wonder the Royal Mage Corps’ report, although vague about the young lady, emphasized the need for special treatment...

Garrett looked down at the ground, listening carefully, and indeed heard a few faint gasps. He glanced sideways to see Cirella imitating him, head lowered but with a smirk, quickly winking at him—

Alright, you’re here to show off, aren’t you?

Thinking this, Garrett straightened up and indeed saw an extra touch of friendliness in the Queen’s already modest and kind smile. The subtle arrogance previously present among the ladies-in-waiting also vanished instantly.

Before he could observe further, the Queen, smiling warmly, invited Garrett and the others to sit down. She dutifully performed her role as hostess, exchanging pleasantries with each person:

Praising Garrett for his youthful talent, reaching level six mage in five years, and even mentioning his battlefield exploits against the Radiant Church;

Thanking Nurse Sally for traveling so far at her age, reminiscing fondly about her own childhood under the care of the nurses at the Spring Goddess’s temple;

Chatting with Joanna about her hometown, Hartland City, and praising the Natural God’s Order for their contributions to caring for the kingdom’s poor;

Expressing appropriate curiosity and envy toward Cirella’s adventurer experiences...

Every word, every smile, felt like a warm spring breeze. At least Nurse Sally and Joanna were visibly moved.

Garrett watched coldly, noting that every word the Queen spoke made their hearts and blood pressure spike.

As for Cirella... at least she wasn’t showing obvious impatience, willing to sit here for a while, wasn’t she?

After a round of friendly and elegant conversation, the Queen, supporting her waist with her right hand, clumsily changed positions. A lady-in-waiting quickly came to assist, and the Queen patted her hand, turning to Garrett and his group:

"Mage Nordmark and everyone, thank you for traveling from Nevis to the capital. From now until the birth, my pregnancy and the kingdom’s future are entrusted to you."

Garrett hesitated, torn between "Rest assured, I will do my best" and "Leave it to me," feeling both phrases sounded odd. Nurse Sally, seeing his delay, quickly responded:

"At your service, Your Majesty."

Oh, that’s the format for speaking to the Queen... Garrett, although having received emergency training, found the newly crammed information somewhat difficult to use. Hearing Nurse Sally speak, he sighed in relief and immediately repeated:

"At your service, Your Majesty."

Alright... alright... mage, mage... Queen Anne repeated silently, maintaining her smile, and gestured:

"Since you’re here, may I ask you to check my condition?"

Although she requested a check-up, her body slightly retreated, hands crossed in front. Garrett noted her body language, maintained his smile, and turned to Cirella:

"Will you?"

He clapped his hands, and a golden box from his space bag landed on the tea table with a "bang." In an instant, golden light and auspicious auras filled the room, causing two young ladies-in-waiting to gasp again.

The Queen, accustomed to seeing gold and jewels, was unmoved. She curiously asked:

"What is this?"

"A magical device inscribed with a meditation scene. For your examination, I’ll try not to use my hands. After they check, I’ll take a look."

The Queen nodded silently. The nearest lady-in-waiting stepped forward, shielding the Queen from the golden box:

"How does this magical device work? Where can we order one?"

"I don’t know how it works," Garrett shrugged openly:

"It was designed by the legendary mage Lord Almeida and crafted by the vice president of the Alchemy Guild and his team. Whether you can order one, I’m not sure. Perhaps you could inquire with the Alchemy Guild?"

At the mention of the legendary mage, a chorus of gasps echoed among the ladies-in-waiting.

Only the Queen remained unchanged, smiling as she held her lady-in-waiting’s hand, and gestured for Cirella and Nurse Sally to follow her into another room.

The female spellcasters soon followed. Garrett was left alone with the ladies-in-waiting, exchanging polite smiles:

Hmm, this elder lady-in-waiting, your stern gaze nearly extends your wrinkles to your cheeks. No need to guard me like a thief. If not necessary, I wouldn’t want to touch the Queen directly—it’s quite troublesome...

This lady in the green dress, you seem unwell, breathing too shallow and fast. Is your waist too tightly bound, feeling uncomfortable?

This young miss, were you the one staring hardest at Cirella’s crown? Staring won’t help. Snatching jewels from dragons is beyond my courage...

Before long, the door to the inner room opened, and Cirella floated out. Passing the ladies-in-waiting, she slipped a chip and a long paper strip into Garrett’s hand:

"I think it’s fine! Check it!"

Garrett stood up, nodded to the Queen, then looked at the ECG. Heart rate normal, activated the chip, closely examining the ultrasound image, fetal development mostly normal, no placenta previa or such.

As for fetal position, that would be determined at delivery. No point in worrying now.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, everything is normal at the moment." He bowed slightly, congratulating the Queen. A chorus of congratulations ensued from the ladies-in-waiting, and the Queen smiled:

"Thank you all. Well, during this time, please visit the palace weekly to check my condition. This is my secretary, Lady Veitag, who will guide you into the palace from now on—"

The middle-aged lady-in-waiting with shallow breathing and pale face stepped forward and greeted them. The Queen continued:

"If you wish to continue treatment at the Royal Maternity Hospital, she will arrange it for you."

Realizing the audience was over, Garrett sighed in relief, quickly expressed his willingness, and got up to leave. Lady Veitag smiled and personally opened the door, gesturing for them to exit.

Cirella followed Garrett out of the tea room. They walked silently for a dozen steps before Cirella’s ears twitched, and she suddenly giggled:

"Hehe... they’re so funny..."

"What?"

Garrett turned to look at her. Cirella glanced at Lady Veitag leading them ahead, shook her head without answering. Not until they crossed the courtyard and entered a small banquet hall, seeing Nurse Sally and Priestess Joanna washing their hands, did she whisper to Garrett:

"Just now, they were saying, am I really an elf? How can I like jewels and gems so much, like a dragon... hehe..."

Garrett facepalmed. Young lady, I know you’re a dragon, hence the vast collection, but... where exactly is your humor point?

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