Delia sat obediently in the armchair, with her knees close together, and even the undulations of her chest were very small. She covered her eyes tightly with a blindfold studded with finely broken gems, trying to adjust to her new vision, constructed from magic.
It feels strange—whether it's communicating with that weird spider with your mind, or getting acquainted with this bleak, slightly bloody new world in front of you.
She had thought that Marshal Gallagher would not take care of herself so quickly, and would directly support a fake adult heir. When he attacked the prince and let the heir "accidentally die" and aggravated the prince's crime, Marshal Gallagher could "reluctantly" support the only remaining minor princess.
The emperor had also considered the possibility of the prince murdering himself before, and he would definitely leave Gallagher some information or props that could solve the problem of inheritance. And although she is in a delicate position, she really can't be called an important key person. Her life and death will only affect the intensity of the war, not make it disappear.
An underage princess, a dispensable expensive doll.
But Gallagher still sent someone over, and it was not a simple low-level black stamp.
From the current situation, this spider, which calls itself "Catbeard", is definitely some kind of demon. Although it is not uncommon for demon followers to be able to make servant-level demons, they are not so easy to talk about cooperation. The appearance of one of the young people is quite a bit of a royal family, and even a bit similar to her deceased mother—
But what exactly does the mother's face look like? Her memory is a little fuzzy.
"Delia... ah, you covered your eyes, what a good boy."
Delia turned her head subconsciously.
Prince Aldric entered her lounge and sat down calmly on the sofa provided to the guests. He looked like he had just come down from a certain battlefield, and his whole body showed some pale relaxation.
"Uncle." She replied calmly, without any emotion in her voice, and the slender pair under the layers of lace tightened.
"Didn't eat? Is it not to your taste? Don't be self-willed." Eldric shook his head and pulled out a smile. "Do you still mind about Annabelle?"
Delia was silent.
"She didn't care about you at all, you know that well. Her last wish was my mistake, and I didn't think it through. You're just an innocent and good girl, and you shouldn't have witnessed such a tragic scene."
Delia twitched the corners of her mouth and forced a smile.
Her mother, Annabelle, was cold and taciturn, which would not change because the other party was her own daughter. In Delia's memory, even when her mother was alone with her, she seldom smiled, not to mention a few warm bedtime stories. Compared to Annabelle, who wears black all the time, her wet nurse is more like her biological mother.
Annabel Alastair, the lonely princess doesn't seem to know how to love her child. Because of the speciality of the royal bloodline, she retained that noble surname, but it only brought her a golden cage, not happiness.
But the icy mother cared for Delia in her own eccentric way, more precisely, quietly.
When she was young, her mother taught her her first magic, a spell that should not have been mastered by Princess Alban.
Illusions removed.
Then her mother gave her many fairy tale books. Since the two don't seem to have the slightest sense of intimacy, others have always thought that this is some kind of perfunctory way - other noble ladies will send some exquisite sweets, or beautiful jewelry even if they want to send a daughter they don't like. . Annabelle always delivers books, she only delivers books.
Her mother had always been far away from her, but when Delia first tried to cast Elimination on those books, she got a long letter - the fairy tale on the page was broken and difficult to understand The teaching materials and spell information are revealed.
The ink words were written between the brand-new words in neat and beautiful lettering.
Her mother carefully wrote down a line of exhortations. The emotion between the lines was a bit stiff, not warm or warm, but she clumsily expressed it, telling her only daughter in an equal manner.
[Don't get too close to me in front of outsiders, get closer to Aldric Alastair. Rely on him as much as possible.]
[Be sure to learn it as soon as possible, until you learn this book, there will be no other letters - when you learn it, put it on the bookshelf at the top of your room. I check the number of books on the shelf every day.]
[If there is anything you want to say to me, you can write it on the back cover. Remember to use the ink I gave you.]
[After the study, I will find time to test you, and if you do well, I will give you a new one.]
The theology that the princess needs to study is terrible. In order to communicate more with her mother, Delia is eager to learn.
First simple healing spells, then more complex attacking spells.
Learning, mathematics, music theory, days.
Philosophy, war studies, imperial power.
At first, it was still some printed fonts, and then it was replaced by serious and familiar handwriting. Her mother carefully disassembled those boring knowledge for her, trying to make them somewhat. Annabelle Alastair burns her talents recklessly, showing it all before her eyes.
Delia could feel that her mother had been preparing for this moment.
She was growing, becoming as cold and quiet as her mother. She approached Eldric obediently, at first simply following her mother's instructions, then because she knew the fate that awaited her.
Aldric had no doubts about it—who would have any doubts about a little girl who had been with her since she was eight
[According to Etram's character, even if he died of illness, he would die on the throne. And if Etram stays on the throne for too long, Eldric will definitely come out. In this case, I will be killed by Eldric, and you need to prepare for this - please write an analysis of this, and tell me why this has developed based on your observations and knowledge of them. Then for the second case, please make a statement about possible follow-up developments. ] Her mother once wrote.
Her ruthless mother.
[Also, no matter what happens in the future, I hope you can live, Delia.]
[I think I still love you, my child.]
Yes, she analyzed the current situation. Just a few years ago, she was wiping tears in the shadow of the magic lamp, writing down the reasons for the current situation and all possible future situations.
Aldric, for his part, often sees things too ideally. And when that ideal doesn't match reality, he tends to blame others for the error. He thinks he has the aptitude of an emperor, but his brain is not very flexible... and he likes to immerse himself in his "helplessness" and "compassion" very much.
She gazed at the blood relative through the demon's vision with a numb calmness on her face.
"Okay, don't mess with it, get something to eat. She's still your mother after all, and you have the right to be mad at me," Aldric said aloud, "Alban is fine, Willard's successor. But all the brothers and sisters are going to be killed. Our Delia is a little sweetheart, and my uncle wouldn't do such a terrible thing."
He was intoxicated by some self-righteous affection.
In front of the prince, Princess Delia was just a little girl with an empty head and a bad speech. He didn't have much vigilance against her, and even out of some strange psychology, Eldric was willing to brag in front of her, or complain about the situation.
Mistresses will leak secrets, and subordinates may be placed by others. Only this stupid niece will never have the power to betray him.
If he really had any sincere affection for him, Delia thought silently. He wouldn't make that request next, but she was pretty sure that Eldric would speak—he would always.
"But looking at what's going on, I'm going to have to help you break the engagement with Godwin Lopez. A dingo is a dingo, even if he has the skills. He doesn't love you, I'm sure you can feel it—he doesn't even want to come. Look at you, Delia. Don't want this kind of man, uncle will find you a better one. Trust me, it's for your own good."
"Yes, uncle," she said, carefully rolling up her sleeves to hide the cat's whiskers crawling on her arms.
Her tone was smooth and cold.
And her other existing blood relatives did not go well.
Since Ann confessed his identity, the entire Tumbleweed has been silent for a while. No one wants to pick up on Jesse's shitty royal jokes. In this awkward atmosphere, Oliver fell into a state of doubting his life. He was the first to get into the ancient tomb, and his actions were particularly decisive, as if the air-conditioned darkness could calm him down. .
Before the other four could react, the head of the tumbleweed disappeared at the entrance of the tomb.
Then came a tragic "Ah!" from below.
Nemo's whole body was shocked, and black shadows suddenly covered the four walls of the tomb corridor. Immediately, his expression relaxed a little, and Oliver was pulled by the black shadow by the back collar and hung out from the crypt trap at the door.
"There are metal spikes down there," Oliver said sternly. "Thanks, Nemo."
"But you're not hurt." The awkward embarrassment dampened Ann's sense of humor, she said dryly.
"Yes, I reacted, but I came face to face with the corpse below." Oliver trembled visibly with the light of the illumination technique. "It's full of bugs, thankfully it doesn't smell. My God, uh..."
He retched a few times against the wall of the ancient tomb, while Nemo hurriedly helped him get better.
Ann smiled helplessly, and quickly climbed down the hole. After a while, her voice came from the bottom of the cave: "It looks like she has been dead for about four months, it should be a tomb robber. Just this position... um, an inexperienced tomb robber."
"No, Captain." Jesse said meaningfully, "Perhaps you are more suitable for the title 'Princess'."
"...I'll throw you down right now." Oliver wiped his mouth and snorted weakly.
Jesse raised an eyebrow in surprise at the man's soaring courage.
"I'm not surprised by anything anymore," Oliver declared solemnly. "I'd rather say, I'm curious what else can really surprise me. But Nemo, do you want to consider the current tumbleweed group? Long? I'm starting to think my qualifications won't hold up for this position."
"The deputy head is fine, the head is fine." Nemo smiled after a long absence. "And this place has definitely been closed for more than two years. That body can't be from the last few months."
"How do you say it?" An climbed up against the trap, she seemed to notice Nemo's change in attitude and spoke positively.
Nemo's body stiffened for a few seconds, and he pointed to the filamentous moss on the inside of the door: "The hibernating moss at the entrance of the hole, it grows very slowly. When Ollie pushed the door open just now, he pulled them apart... If this gentleman It came here within half a year, it can't grow like this."
"Well, it's interesting. Maybe the owner of the tomb has released a lot of anti-corrosion spells, or a powerful anti-corrosion magic circle is still running."
"It may also be arranged by Mr. Medes." The knight commander added calmly, the effect of the age-reducing potion has long since disappeared, and he has regained the sharp temperament that could not be concealed.
"Hmmm." Ann nodded, "But choosing such a tomb, I haven't cleaned it very much. Mr. Medes must not like seeing guests very much."
"...But if Nemo's inference is correct, hasn't he been here for more than two years?" Oliver looked away from the dark crypt trap, too lazy to hide the surprise in his tone.
"After all, necromancers are weird guys." Jesse shrugged, "This one is no exception."
"I'll go ahead." Nemo pulled Oliver back, "Nothing here can hurt me."
"Can… "
"This is the fastest."
Nemo took a few steps forward, leaving everyone with a heroic back. Grey parrots don't have the slightest reverence for the royal family of humans, and they are especially comfortable in this embarrassment. It hesitated for a few seconds, and resolutely chose to fly over Ann's shoulders, abandoning its titular master.
Unfortunately, Mr. Demon King only lasted for more than an hour.
The short spear carrying armor-piercing magic was pinched by him, and the corrosive liquid was swept away by the shadow shield. Nemo kept commanding the shadows all the time. They obediently swallowed the poisonous mist that spewed out of the strange bones. Even when faced with several forked passages, the scattered shadows could accurately find the most correct one. .
Unfortunately, Nemo's weaknesses are equally clear.
After another shadowy pathfinder, his reaction was the same as the original Oliver—holding on to the wall and starting to retching violently.
This time Oliver patted him on the back: "What's wrong?"
"I... I touched something disgusting. No, my shadow touched... Forget it, it's almost the same." Nemo said breathlessly, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "We've hit the real entrance to the tomb, oh my god..." he sighed oddly when he got stuck.
"It's very disgusting anyway." Nemo repeated with a pale face, "You have to be mentally prepared."
Except for the corpse at the beginning, they didn't encounter any other corpses along the way. The four behind Nemo were as relaxed as being guided through the Trap Museum. Now it seems that this ease is about to end here.
When they reached the end of the cave, except for Jesse's meaningful "oh", everyone else's expressions were more or less twitchy—
The real gate of the ancient tomb appeared in front of them, the cave became very wide, and the lifelike dragon stone carvings stayed on both sides of the tomb gate. The door of the tomb is also astonishingly tall, with delicate carvings on the door.
But these are not the point.
Now everyone at Tumbleweed knows exactly where the body that was supposed to be in the tomb went.
Under the brilliance of the illumination technique, the magnificent giant door was covered with a thick layer of flesh-red things. They didn't wriggle, exuding a faint fishy smell, and many black beetles with strange appearances stuck to them, I don't know if they were alive or dead.
An swallowed his saliva, waved his arms, and more light balls for lighting flew into the air, illuminating the entire gate—
The corpses, dressed in different styles of clothing, appeared to be in a sort of semi-melted state, sticking together to form a terrifying seal of flesh. The tomb door was sealed.
"...It seems that Mr. Meders doesn't like seeing guests from the bottom of his heart." The female warrior slowly squeezed these words out of her teeth, and finally retched.