Chapter 162 Diris: Your Highness, Stop Talking.

Imperial capital, inner city, royal palace.

The afterglow of dusk fell through the glass windows into the magnificent palace, reflecting mottled neon clothes on the marble floor.

In front of the large silver mirror, Isadella looked at herself in the floor-length mirror.

On the black and red military uniform, the texture of the black eagle was engraved with golden silk threads, with a majestic and luxurious temperament.

The platinum-colored long hair was draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, and the pure silver hair color was a symbol of the royal family of the Forresta Empire, which has been the case since ancient times.

"Your Highness, I feel that you have changed a lot in the past few months."

Diris, wearing a court dress, stood behind Isadella, holding a gorgeous belt in her hand.

As her white fingers flew, Diris helped Isadella to tie up her silver hair.

As Isadella's secret subordinate, Diris was familiar with her immediate boss.

However, since Char Egut disappeared in the Knowledge City three months ago, Diris found that the second princess she was loyal to had changed a lot.

Although she was still dignified and majestic in front of outsiders, when outsiders left, she would often stare into the distance, lost in thought.

Snap.

The belt made a crisp sound, and the silver hair like a waterfall was gathered into a single ponytail, revealing Isadella's swan-like white neck.

Diris looked at the princess in the mirror: "For the ceremony of succession to the throne, this kind of dress may be a little simple."

"I remember that there are attendants and costumers in the royal family who specialize in aristocratic etiquette."

"Since it is such an important ceremony of succession to the throne, why doesn't Your Highness let those professionals take care of it..."

"No need."

The cold words echoed in the empty royal hall, and also interrupted Diris's proposal.

The silver-haired princess looked at herself in the mirror.

"If I let other people of the opposite sex help me dress up and touch my body in the process."

"That guy won't say anything, but he will still be unhappy in his heart."

"I don't want him to be unhappy."

Isadela's mouth slightly drew a smile.

She recalled the scene of the black-haired and black-eyed boy saying goodbye to her on the black iron throne in the wrong history that had long been corrected.

Hearing Isadela's words, Diris couldn't help but blink.

She also recalled the announcement of the second princess about her future husband at the previous parliament.

"Your Highness, are you referring to classmate Xia?"

Isadela nodded calmly: "Of course."

"There's nothing I can do. He is such a possessive and greedy guy."

"Even if I have a crush on his vest, he won't allow me to do it. I will come back to tear it off even if it takes a thousand years."

"And I like him so much..."

Hearing the confession of the princess in front of her without any disguise, the flowing light in Diris's eyes flickered slightly.

As the matchmaker between the second princess and Xia Egut, Diris knew almost all of Xia and Isadela's contacts in the world, and even participated in it herself.

It is for this reason that the princess's current transformation surprised her a little.

She is not a legend, so naturally she has no way of knowing what happened in the dark three months ago.

But presumably, it must be an unforgettable past.

Only then can the relationship between the two people, which was originally just an alliance of mutual trust, be elevated to such an everlasting love.

However, Diris soon lowered her head and helped Isadella to tidy up the buckles on her military uniform as if nothing had happened, so as not to let others notice the ripples in her eyes.

She chuckled: "If it was the petty-minded classmate Xia, maybe not only the opposite sex, but even your Highness would mind the contact with me."

The words used to cover up the ripples in her eyes were just spoken as a joke.

The next moment, Diris heard the cold and majestic voice, which sounded in her ears again.

"I have actually considered this point."

"So when I marry him in the future, you will resign from your position as the Swordbearer and come with me..."

Diris paused slightly: "Your Highness is still as domineering as ever. He has arranged my lifelong affairs in just a few words."

"However, if it weren't for Your Highness, I might have been buried in the abyss long ago, and there would not be the current Succubus Princess Diris."

She smiled lightly: "Since it is Your Highness's order, I must obey it, whether it is a maid or a concubine or mistress of classmate Xia."

"No need to do so. Although I saved you once in the abyss, you have been lurking in Saint Laurent College for me for so long, and helped me select talents like Xia. This favor has long been repaid."

"Besides, I know he doesn't like the empire's current treaty with clear master-servant distinctions."

While speaking, Isadella did not look at Diris, but continued to look at herself in the silver mirror.

"The biggest difference between the royal family of succubi and ordinary succubi is that ordinary succubi can only become stronger by absorbing the lust of others..."

"In addition to being able to sneak into other people's dreams to steal the power of desire, the Succubus Royal Family can also create dreams for themselves and become stronger because of their own emotions."

"And if I'm not mistaken, you just broke through the sixth ring, right?"

Diris was slightly stunned and nodded subconsciously.

"The pure white unicorn will only contract with a virgin girl... If you are really like your fellows in the abyss, relying on unrestrained absorption of the desires of outsiders to become stronger, then your contract with the pure white unicorn should have collapsed."

"But, I know that your first soul contract is still intact."

"In other words, you can be promoted from the third ring to the sixth ring in just half a year-"

"The only possibility is that you have been constantly using someone as the material to weave your own dreams in the past six months."

"And the dreams you weave are still those daydreams full of desire."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Isadella's mouth.

"So--"

"Diris, are you really going to refuse?"

After the words came out, the magnificent hall fell into a brief silence.

After a long time, Diris smiled bitterly: "Your Highness is really sharp."

"Previously, those who had evil intentions were speculating that Your Highness relied on the protection of the Holy Sword to have the fighting power of the throne..."

"But now that I think about it, those people are probably going to suffer a big loss."

After the brief conversation, Diris and Isadella stopped talking.

The hall fell into silence again, leaving only the rustling sound of combing and dressing.

After a long time, the heavy and simple bells of the church in the distance woke everything up from the silence.

The silver-haired princess walked out from the floor-length mirror, looked at the black windbreaker handed to her by Diris, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

Then she put it on and turned to go out.

"How are the followers of the Lost Territory cult who secretly infiltrated the empire?"

Diris followed up and said softly: "Those cultists who entered from abroad have been locked up by the military and the Administration Bureau."

"Some of them are connected with the Oath Family and came in through the channels controlled by the nobles, but they are also under control."

"However, most of them are entrenched in the outer city of the imperial capital and have not tried to actively enter the inner city where the imperial city is located."

Since the disappearance of Xia Egut, she has taken over the affairs of the Sword Bearer Organization in the imperial capital.

Because of this, Diris also knows everything about the actions of many cults these days.

"I think... in the inner city, or even in the palace, they should have made some other preparations."

"However, the other party's means of contact and communication seem to exceed the current technical scope of the empire, and we have never been able to truly lock on to the target in the inner city."

"It seems that even within the royal family, not everyone is united."

Isadela's sigh was very slight, as if she was just whispering to herself.

However, the stern murderous intent in the ears of Diris behind her made the heart of the succubus princess feel cold.

But then, she saw the second princess in front of her, and the murderous intent and coldness in her eyes faded away.

Isadela looked at a crystal hairpin in her hand.

A trace of hesitation appeared in her beautiful red eyes, which was extremely rare.

After hesitating for a long time, she inserted it into her hair.

Diris's eyes widened in surprise.

"Your Highness..."

According to her understanding of this princess, Isadela has always been the type who does not wear makeup.

Her daily outfits are either for court etiquette or because the accessories themselves are the crystallization of magic and alchemy technology, with many practical functions, and she never wears useless and extra fancy outfits.

If not, she would not wear the Black Eagle military uniform all year round.

But this crystal hairpin has nothing to do with ritual items and alchemy technology, but is a pure accessory.

It was the first time that Diris saw the princess in front of her show such a girlish love of beauty.

Such Isadella does not look like a princess who is about to succeed the throne of the empire. Instead, she looks more like a young girl who is thinking about her lover and is struggling with how to choose a few accessories on the dressing table.

"I want to show my most perfect posture in front of him after a long-lost reunion with him."

"This is the news from Miss Sylvia. I think he may prefer this type of hair accessories."

As if she saw through what Diris was thinking, Isadella spoke lightly.

Diris was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted.

She said in surprise: "Has Char contacted you, Your Highness?"

Having been told the secret in her heart by the princess before, Diris simply stopped pretending and did not hide the joy in her words.

"No."

"But I think, since he calls himself "a hero who will save you as long as you cry."

The two walked through the silent palace passage and headed towards the throne.

"Then he will definitely not be absent from an occasion like today."

This certainty seemed to be without reason, but Isadella believed it unconditionally.

Just like a thousand years ago, he appeared in front of her like the wind.

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PS: Two consecutive updates today