The Fourteenth Princess stood gracefully in front of the Hero, extending her hand with a cheerful smile, just one step away.
"Nice to et you! You must be the Hero that my uncle, the Count, ntioned in his letter. I am the Fourteenth Princess of this Kingdom, and I will be the witness at your knighting ceremony."
"Please teach a lot!"
Within just a step’s distance, the Princess’s face, the tal rings on her hands and neck, and the reflection in her pink pupils all beca clearly visible.
Reflected in those pupils was the sowhat stiff face of the Hero, who found that the various ceremonial knowledge she had forcibly morized was completely useless in front of the Princess’s unexpected act.
There was no sign of the terminal illness the Hero had imagined on this Fourteenth Princess.
However, the Hero could feel her emotions—curiosity, recognition, admiration... and a bit of hidden envy that was soon replaced by a seemingly innate strength and optimistic deanor.
Although she was not a Transcendent, her clear temperant seed to have the power to affect others, unconsciously easing the tension in the Hero’s heart.
She had once felt similar things from another person—a close friend with the sa hair color as her, who also used to share her joy and happiness like sunshine, striving to make the people around her feel the light; but that person ultimately couldn’t withstand the more cruel reality.
At that ti, the Hero couldn’t help her.
But the Fourteenth Princess, in the presence of many guards, still resiliently faced everything.
’Should be able to beco good friends,’ the little girl’s words in the letter briefly flashed through the Hero’s mind.
The Hero also faintly understood why the Fourteenth Princess was the King’s most beloved offspring.
Her expression relaxed, with a touch of sentint and a bit of solemnity, she gently held the delicate hand.
"Indeed, nice to et you, Princess."
Despite multiple protections, the palm felt too fragile to the Hero—not taphorically, but genuinely, as a body without magic power is no harder than glass before a professional of the Hero’s level.
However, the Hero did not treat her like a fragile item; instead, she tightened her grip just right, passing through the thin, invisible magic defense to let the Princess feel the real touch.
"Let’s get along well." The Hero’s smile was pure, her erald green pupils showing sincere kindness.
The Princess’s pink pupils widened slightly, then a touch of smile erged.
"Of course! I am looking forward to it."
The Count and the Princess’s personal attendant quietly observed the conversation between the two, not intervening.
[The Fourteenth Princess’s attendant]
[Gender (Male—Female)]
D100=d100(27)=27
[Level (2 D12s determine which guild has the 1st and 2nd reincarnation, the sum’s last digit determines the 3rd reincarnation guild, 1-6: warrior, Shooter♛♛, Thief, Mage, Magician, Church♛, only when 2D12=24 it’s a special profession)]
2d12 50=d12(6) d12(2) 50=58
[Personal Guard’s Profession (6: Church, 2: Shooter, 6 2=8: Shooter)]
1. Radiant Shooter
2. Demon Hunting Master♛
3. Psychic Hunter
4. Skybreaking Knight
5. 1
6. 2
7. 3
8. 4
9. Silver Bullet
10. Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(2)=2
His tall figure was perfectly positioned near the Princess, neither overstepping nor too distant, always ready to respond to any situation, which also made the Count nod slightly in appreciation.
Feeling the Count’s gaze, the Demon Hunting Master turned around and bowed slightly in greeting.
The Count nodded in response, then, sensing sothing, looked towards the Demon Hunting Master’s seemingly plain clothes underneath.
"That model is the latest developnt, isn’t it? Still good?"
The Demon Hunting Master looked surprised but then nodded in understanding.
"As expected, Count, though not a combatant, but..." He didn’t continue, simply responding.
"The new model is very effective, both in magic conduction and firepower."
He slightly opened his collar, revealing a glimpse of the steel-like gleam—it was the latest arcane firearm developed by the Border.
"I heard that the Shooter Guild has started dividing into firearm faction and archery faction?" The Count nodded in satisfaction and curiously asked.
"You caught off guard... Although there’s no fundantal difference in magic wielding skills, new things and traditions always clash," said the Demon Hunting Master sowhat awkwardly.
"Hmm, true enough," the Count no longer pursued the matter and redirected his focus back to the increasingly intimate conversation between the Hero and the Fourteenth Princess.
The Demon Hunting Master, while observing the conversation between the Princess and Hero, also looked sowhat reflective.
’So that’s the rumored Hero who defeated the Phoenix... So young, seems only a little older than the Fourteenth Princess.’
Initially reserved, the Hero’s gaze towards the Princess was very respectful, appearing envious when looking at the gorgeous enchanted gown, and becoming somber when noticing the magic suppression tal ring.
Though a very nice girl, to the Demon Hunting Master, all these behaviors seed ordinary, and certainly as expected—she likely considered it natural to show this slightly submissive deanor in front of the Princess.
The sky blue hair, although pure, carried an unnatural aura of magic, probably from so expensive dye—while not bizarre, it also indicated that this Hero did not hail from an ancient Noble lineage with pure blood and hair, as those born with high noble symbols typically do not alter their appearance with foreign substances.
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