I heard a commotion between the Duke and a woman, the reflected voices too faint and garbled to understand any words. While the woman was adamant on sothing, the Duke's voice sounded placating.
"What's going on," I asked the [Bishop]. "The Duke seems to be arguing with so woman."
Father Rhubarb nodded. "I hear nothing but that must be the Queen. She's the only female on this fleet that could talk back to him. Shall we go and see what is going on? It won't do to make the queen distressed right after she delivered twins."
I needed to make sure people kept quiet and respected . From what I knew, they relied too much on {Appraise} to make their decisions. They used whatever information the ability gave them, and made assumptions based on what they couldn't glimpse based on the people they've seen so far. I decided to let my HP and Energy values exposed, masking the unique resource as MP.
"If you would be so kind as to lead us, father. I would like to pay the Queen Dowager my respects."
He paused for a mont at my denomination for the Queen and glanced at Kendel for a mont. "Indeed. It would be good for you two to et. Co, you might even get a glimpse of the twin princes."
We made our way to the stairs. Before we went down, I gently held the [Bishop]'s shoulder. "If she accepts, I have a blessing for the princes. Sothing to aid them in this world."
Sitting on the bed, Queen Shallot was in severe distress. Not only she'd given birth to healthy and big twins during their pursuit when it sounded as the world was unraveling minutes ago, but her uncle managed to cross the only person they couldn't cross in the entire world. She was tired, she was afraid, she was angry, she was bleeding like she hadn't bled in the last few months.
And yet she summoned enough composure to entertain the guest standing next to the bed in front of her.
[God-Slayer Truesilver Heroine Princess]
Level 168 Dolphin-rmaid
HP 33.439.560
MP 69.253.899
Status Information Blocked. Impossible to Pierce.
She wouldn't dare call the rmaid princess a monster even in her thoughts. Her HP pool was higher even than the [Juggernaut], the kingdom's strongest warrior. The irony wasn't lost on her. The black warrior was focused on defense. That alone would be enough cause for worry, but the MP pool knocked all concerns aside. She had more MP than four [Archmages] put together.
The resource pools were troubleso by themselves, but the titles made her want to cry. Only two deities have died in the recorded history of Yznarian. Bundeus, greater god of Sun and Humans, and Nurha-Boenir, the interdiate god of Monsters. The forr died more than a century ago, which ant she'd killed the latter.
Their continent was no stranger to tales of [Heroes]. Given that Virturia, a nation rumored to host several diabolists had its nobility all but erased from existence also a decade ago and started to openly fight and hunt demon cultists after they changed the nation's na, she could safely assu the esteed [Princess] was the linchpin of such transformations.
Bottom line, they were little mice begging for a breadcrumb from the Lord's table. Later on, she would hear a retelling of the combat that killed her husband and would collapse out of relief for making the right choice.
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"Queen Dowager Shallot, it is a pleasure to et you. I'm Princess Arista of Atlantis, the rmaid Kingdom you are currently visiting."
Visiting, the word lingered in Shallot's mind for a while. Not as prisoners, but as guests.
"I'm sorry to co to you at such a delicate mont," the rmaid continued, "But I believe in striking while the iron is hot, as a dwarven friend liked to say. I heard everything from father Rhubarb and I assure you I'll do my utmost to make you feel comfortable here during your stay, so long you behave."
Shallot saw as the rmaid briefly shot her uncle a sideways glance. She heard her uncle shouting from the deck, the Duke'd always been a loudmouth. But did the idiot think for a single mont he could pull one of his diplomatic tricks over her?
"We are at your rcy, Your Highness. What you require of us shall be done without question, and I deeply apologize for my uncle's behavior. Please forgive this foolish Duke, he only had our safety in mind and ant no offense."
She heard her uncle grinding his teeth. She had to play him as the fool he was, for the man eschewed picking [Appraise] as one of his two professions in favor of a more martial-oriented one, [Officer]. Truly, he could rely on his subordinates to appraise for him but that left him blind to the reality of the visitor before them.
"I'll have none of that," the rmaid snapped, making the laboring Queen flinch. "Such subservience is unbefitting of a Queen. You fought bravely for the safety of your people and your children, and for that, you have my admiration and respect," she added with a llow voice. "But if you feel you owe sothing, please grant the honor of being your children [Godmother]."
Shallot wasn't at the top of her ga and the sudden praise disard the last of her defenses. A veritable torrent of emotions overflowed and took over her rational mind. The [Queen] broke down in tears.
Throwing protocol and station out the window, I climbed on the bed and hugged the Queen. I heard the mont the Duke blew a gasket but I didn't care. I heard so people mistaking my gesture for an attack and Kendel raised his armored hand to stop them. Resting the Queen... no, the woman, the frightened mother's head on my shoulder, I rubbed her back.
"It is okay, Shallot. You are among friends. There's not a single person in this room that doesn't wish you the best in life."
I poured my {Spiritual Healing} to soothe her wounds and heart and then rembered the prize from my fight with the God of Holes Alphabetically Placed First. Pandora assud her {Gifted Divinity} aspect and hovered next to us. The presence of the [Spark of Creation] would soothe everyone's grief and enhance their ntal and physical recovery. I hastened her womb's recovery and staunched the bleeding.
Father Rhubarb was the only one that understood the only nature of the yellow-gold opaque orb and gasped.
Several minutes later, the Queen cald down. She raised her head and t my eyes, "Thank you, Your High--"
I tutted her. "Arista," I whispered.
"Thank you, Arista. I accept your offer of protection. I'll leave my children in your care," she said, clearly mistaking my intentions. I didn't wish to make the two young princes hostages.
I gently flicked her forehead. "Silly mother. I'm not separating your children from you, ever. Whoever attempts such things will et my anger. I can assure you nobody makes angry and... nevermind, you got it."
She released the breath she was holding once I got threatening. "I do. Believe , I do."
"I'm just going to give your children a blessing. Tell , what do you think they will beco once they grow? What would you wish to gift them?"
The mother opened up her heart to , "I want them to be free. I want them to live without fear. I want them to be happy."
"So shall it be," I smiled and winked at her. I nudged her away and the queen released from her hug. "Do they already have nas?"
"Your Majesty, I cannot agree--" The Duke started to complain.
"Uncle Mangetout!" Shallot commanded, "You are to stay silent in the presence of Her Highness Arista. This is an {order}!"
Yay. I loved a well-placed {Royal Order}.
She held my hand, "They are called Fennel and Aubergine, Arista. Darcy, bring them over," she ordered the maid.
The maid - and by her physical prowess probably the young princes' milkmaid - brought the two wraps of sunshine to the bed.
"Aww, they're so cute!" I gushed.
"Princess Arista," she continued solemnly, raising the first one. "This is Fennel, fourth prince of Kohlrabi."
"Prince Fennel," I curtsied briefly, "It is an honor to et you. I'm Arista and I'll be your {Fairy Godmother}. To you I gift the {Lion's Heart} Perk, so you and your companions shall never despair under adversity. I grant you also the {Slippery Body & MInd} Perk, so your freedom shall never be restrained for too long."
The Queen showed the most perfect BSOD [1] face one could ever make.
[1]: Blue Screen of Death, the moniker for the Windows' fatal error screen. Not to be confused with BDSM.
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