Chapter 276: Act 60 Brags’ Last Night (Part 2)

The heavy wooden door with gilded floral patterns slowly opened, the air began to flow, and a low roar penetrated the eardrums, as if an ancient kingdom sealed behind the door was now inviting its visitors.

The light outside the hall gradually brightened, and behind the door stood a girl with a face full of anger.

The Half-Elf Princess wore a long, silver-white princess gown, with ruffled hems flowing down to the polished marble floor. She stood tall and straight, her silky silver curls draping over her shoulders, hands clasped together over her dress, standing there coldly watching a few people slowly walking out from the shadows—

The deep marble backdrop accentuated her beauty, like a lily blooming in the darkness.

“Princess,” the Marquis Klug, leading the group, revealed a slight surprised smile on his gloomy face. This important minister who had served the Colcorva family since the time of Grennan placed his hand on his side and bowed deeply.

He raised his head, his lips slightly curled upwards, his thin face always seemed to carry a hint of a sneer.

“No need for such courtesy, Marquis,” the girl didn’t even glance at this old fox, staring ahead coldly as she asked, “Is my father inside?”

“I’m very sorry, Princess, His Majesty is currently meeting with the ambassador from Madara, I’m afraid he can’t see you right now,” Klug answered with a faint smile.

A trace of worry flashed across the brow of Erune’s eldest daughter, but she quickly regained her composure.

“Then I will wait here,” she said, raising her head, “It’s late, the ambassador from Madara won’t stay for long.”

“Please take care of your health, Princess,” Marquis Klug glanced at this proud flower of the Royal Family with admiration in his eyes, but still maintained a hypocritical smile.

“Thank you for your concern.”

“Then I shall take my leave.”

“Please.”

The girl, with her silver eyes unmoving, watched these people leave indifferently. But as Marquis Klug, dressed in a purple and golden minister’s robe, brushed past her, the eldest daughter of Erune suddenly spoke, “Lord Klug, playing with fire will only get you burned—”

Marquis Klug was slightly taken aback. The seriousness of her warning was evident. This trusted minister of Oberg the Seventh paused, something crossed his mind, and he displayed a gloomy smile.

“What do you mean, Princess?” he asked.

“You know exactly what I mean. The events in Brags City and Kurkoburg, I can’t stop them, but don’t forget, in Erune, the Flame Temple stands by whom,” the princess responded coldly.

Klug’s face slightly changed but quickly returned to normal. This old fox, with his deep cunning, took a deep breath and replied with a forced smile, “Thank you for the reminder, Princess.”

Neither side seemed willing to continue the conversation. After passing each other, the group led by Marquis Klug quickly departed.

However, a young man behind the marquis asked, “Marquis, what did she mean?”

“Don’t underestimate her, Willma,” Marquis Klug replied with a darkened expression, “Even though things are looking great for us now, she hasn’t been idle. From the news spreading outside the court, the Princess has been borrowing money using the Harvey Church. While it’s unclear what she intends, she will surely take action.”

Marquis Klug glanced back at the pitch-black night outside the corridor’s arched window and said, “Today, she came to remind us. But for her to do so means our Princess still has some concerns—”

“A dilemma indeed.”

He sighed and wiped the ring on his glove. On the dark ring’s mounting plate, a tail-biting snake seemed to come alive, coiling there, its edge reflecting a faint bronze glow.

Everyone remained silent.

The Half-Elf Princess watched as Marquis Klug and his group left, unspeaking. When she turned around, she saw Sir Beninger, dressed in a light golden robe, stepping out from the shadows behind a hall pillar.

“How did it go?” the girl immediately asked as he approached.

The young man shook his head with a bitter expression, “No luck, Princess. I still haven’t seen His Majesty.”

The girl’s face turned calm.

“Princess?”

“Tonight, I will visit my territory. Take Hazel, and come with me,” the girl said calmly, staring ahead, “Be careful, don’t attract any attention from those people.”

“Princess, is there no other way?” Beninger asked bitterly. He was the youngest son of Duke Sifah, with an extremely noble status. But since he met Princess Griffine a year ago, he was so enchanted that he devoted himself to this Half-Elf Princess, willing to serve her loyally.