Annan was in a hurry and sent the time-limited main task to the four people outside the door, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
... roughly solved.
In this way, the issue of "Don Juan"'s identity can be dealt with.
When he knew that Benjamin was not dead, and even Don Juan was not dead, Annan began to plan to take the opportunity to take off his vest.
It's better for him to take it off by himself than to be taken off by others.
In addition, Annan was still distracted listening to Cafney telling Albert's sad story:
"From the very beginning, my mother was a believer in the rotten man."
Cafney said softly: "Dad, aren't you surprised why I suddenly became a transcendent? It's because my mother put the medium leading to a certain nightmare on me... a nightmare of a twisted level.
"...but let her down, I'm not dead."
Hearing what his daughter said, Albert's complexion became very ugly.
He couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"Because Grandpa Denton is not a silver-ranked 'Great Wizard', but a gold-ranked 'Dream Stealer'. He can easily rewrite other people's memories, and his mother is his apprentice... Do you remember, Grandpa Denton was introduced by his mother The one who came is also the elder cousin of mother."
Cafney's voice sounded faintly: "Grandpa Denton used illusion to affect your vision. You all thought his carrying object was made of silver... If we were still in the capital, he would hear me no matter what I said, no matter what Nothing I say to you means anything.
"The opportunity to leave the royal capital far away and leave Grandpa Denton... I have been waiting for a long time."
Albert's lips moved slightly.
He looked at Cafney in disbelief, and said after a long time: "That's why... you have been so silent? Lord Yinjue, I thought you had some kind of disease!"
But soon, Albert realized something again.
He asked quickly: "What about you, Kafni? Didn't he modify your memory...or control your consciousness?"
"...he did try, and he thought he succeeded."
Kafni's pupils are still out of focus, looking forward.
She said softly, "But he didn't because..."
As Cafney said, she gently stretched out her left hand forward.
That gesture was as light as inviting a partner to dance with.
Annan quickly noticed the bronze bracelet on Cafney's wrist.
— Immediately afterwards, Cafney took off the bracelet.
The next moment, her skirt seemed to be boiling.
Numerous shadows formed tangible tentacles, which uneasily protruded from under the skirt, flapped twice on the ground, then gradually calmed down, and lowered down tightly on the ground.
The shadows flowed down like a river, trailing behind her.
It's like a long, long black dress dragging on the ground.
"… Huh?"
Bishop Darryl looked at her in surprise: "You are... are you dying?"
"What's wrong?"
Albert asked quickly.
"...His Royal Highness Kafni, she is obviously more than just a bronze step."
Bishop Darryl replied affirmatively: "But her carrier only has bronze steps... She didn't bind the curse to the new carrier.
"This means that she has been highly eroded by the curse. Under the curse of this density, whether it is memory rewriting, mind manipulation, or the touch of fear, the eye of sloth, I am afraid that it has no effect on her.
"And... if she was an ordinary person, she might have already turned into a monster. But she is able to maintain the rationality of ordinary people, which shows that she has extraordinary willpower—"
Or, her spell has many Keepers.
The latter one might not have been said by Darryl.
But the few people present understood.
"but… "
Albert looked at Cafney in a daze.
For the first time, he realized that he didn't seem to understand his daughter at all.
Cafney replied calmly: "Actually, you know my curse, Dad."
"… ah?"
Albert blinked and asked with a dry throat.
Seeing his stupid face, Cafney just glanced at him calmly:
"It's what I always say—
"I will be queen of this country."
"...is this your curse?"
Albert felt that his IQ was not as good as his daughter: "I thought..."
"You think I'm joking, Dad. Or some 'child talk.'"
Cafney's eyes, which were so clear that they were almost transparent, were as bright red as a god: "Of course they think so too.
"I'm not a princess. It's your daughter... I can't be a queen. At least in a short time, no one will take it seriously."
But since they heard it, they became Kafni's secret keeper unintentionally.
Annan has already reacted.
I'm afraid Kafni's curse is something like "becoming a queen within a few years".
And she used a childlike tone, making others think that she was joking or simply expounding her ideals.
As the king's granddaughter, she has a high possibility of getting in touch with high-level transcendental beings... and those adults who heard Cafney's "childish words" unintentionally became her secret keeper.
Kafni's current erosion rate is probably already very high... But relying on these keepers, she managed to survive without changing the cursed object.
Although she can maintain her sanity, she is probably very similar to the demon that Klaus and the others transformed into.
The shadow cast by her skirt can even be materialized.
If that "dream stealer" Denton only treats her as a child, it is naturally impossible to control Cafney, who is already a monster in essence.
"My own profession is also specialized in resisting mind control."
Cafney made a light and soft voice: "I started on the road to transcendence... I was working hard to break free."
Her pupils were like holy grails filled with blood, and like crystals on fire.
She lifted her skirt slightly and gave Annan a lady's salute.
And those shadows climbed up again like living creatures, turned into tentacles, and retracted under Kafni's skirt.
... this little guy.
Annan looked at her strangely.
I don't know where her perseverance and wisdom come from...
"Your occupation...isn't it a stalker?"
Albert couldn't help asking.
The prince, who looked like a middle-aged man in literature and art, couldn't help but began to doubt his IQ and observation skills.
… Am I a fool
Daryl shook his head.
He thought: "No, if I guessed correctly..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.
The conversation between the four people in the room temporarily stopped, and they looked towards the door.
Cafney took the opportunity to secretly look at Annan again.
Feeling her focused, scorching eyes staring at him wholeheartedly, Annan always felt a little hairy behind...
"Your Highness, someone wants to see you."
"who is it?"
Albert had a rare opportunity to make a majestic voice: "Ask me to find this place? I'm chatting with... His Excellency Lord Geraint."
He hesitated for a while, not revealing Annan's true identity.
The guard quickly replied: "It's the clerk here! He said he has something to report to His Highness, you and the lord!"
"It's the viscount's man."
Bishop Darryl reminded Albert and Annan in a low voice.
Albert pondered for a while, but still agreed, "Let him in."
"yes!"
After a careful search, the clerk was let in.
He respectfully bowed to the four of them successively.
Counting Cafney, each of these four people has a higher status than him.
But Annan noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with his expression.
Not that he's nervous, or sneaky...
On the contrary, he was too peaceful.
Meeting an earl's son, a prince, a bishop and a member of the immediate royal family... why isn't he nervous
Annan secretly became vigilant.
"Your Highness, I have something important to report..."
The clerk spoke slowly to Albert respectfully and piously.
His voice was a little sharp, a little trembling... and a little fanatical:
"Rotten man—greetings to you!"
As he said that, he wanted to untie his belt.
Just when Annan was amazed by the disgraceful assassination method of the rotten believer, and even hesitated in his heart whether it was an assassination or a mockery, he only heard a puff—
The shadow under Kafni's skirt was released at some point.
Like a snake, it quickly ejected along the ground, and the sharp thorns completely penetrated several weak points of the clerk's body in the blink of an eye!
Then the shadow immediately tightened and locked his joints, the whole person was completely grasped and raised high.
Then he was slammed to the ground by Cafney's tentacle - fierce backhand!
He lost consciousness at that moment, but still retained some life.
At this time, Cafney's voice sounded faintly behind Annan:
"My advanced occupation is... Dragon Monk."
She retracted her tentacles with a swipe, and gracefully raised her skirt to the three of them.