The Demon Princess Was Defeated and Captured? Sorry, That’s the Role I’m Playing Chapter 267

Chapter 267

16. Guess

There was no rush to go back and complain to Livra. Anyway, this ti she could hardly escape death—haha. As for herself, she would definitely be fine, right? She just wanted to see how Xiarette would beat her up!

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight." She had chosen the thorny path herself, yet she still expected it to be easy?

"Ugh... trying to pursue Miss Shaya was more exhausting than being a king. Phew... oh right! Do you think in the future I could just hand the Kingdom of Aurus over to the Demon Domain? Then we could all live in harmony like one big family, and there would be no need to think about war anymore! And then I could openly... ah—ow!"

"Don't bla for hitting you. What, you want to beco a princess of a fallen kingdom that badly?"

"Hehe... I was definitely joking. If I tried to pursue you in that way, you certainly wouldn't take in anyway."

"You’d better be joking."

You said it was a joke, but the way your eyes shifted—why did it look like you were testing ?!

What, if she said it was fine, would you imdiately ascend the throne on the spot and declare the fall of Aurus?

So it had better be a joke. Otherwise, that would be far too terrifying.

"Joking is fine, but don’t say things like that again."

"Why?"

"Why are you even asking! Aren’t we about to go see your father? If he heard what you just said, I guarantee he’d die of anger on the spot—the kind that not even 【森之语】 could save."

"!^"

Alright, now she finally knew to keep her mouth shut.

Sheffy gently placed her hand on the bedroom door.

With just a slight push, the door could be opened.

Before leaving, she would take a look at the old king’s condition.

And at the sa ti, there were other matters that had to be confird.

"Livra." Sheffy tilted her head and looked at the inexplicably excited Erald Princess, but her own expression was very serious. "Your Father King has just recovered from a serious illness—one could even say he hasn’t fully recovered yet. This may sound a bit inconsiderate, but even in his current state, I still have so things I need to ask him, and he must answer truthfully. If you mind, you can say so directly."

"It’s alright."

Livra restrained her smile.

Then she lightly placed her hand over Sheffy’s hand on the door.

"You should know, Father King was saved because of you. And... I know what Miss Shaya is worried about is sothing far more important than matters of the state. I don’t understand gods, nor do I know if I can help you, Miss Shaya, but the one thing I can guarantee is that I will absolutely not hold you back."

"Is that so..."

"Mm!"^

There was no need for Sheffy to exert any force.

Livra pushed open the door, personally opening the path that Miss Shaya needed to walk.

To beco your support—

was my honor, you know?

....................................

The king’s complexion was already much better than when they had first arrived.

At that ti, his face had been deathly pale, barely clinging to a single breath, without the slightest hint of color.

After being treated by the super-tier Healing Magic, although he had not fully recovered from his weakened state—after all, his age was a factor, and even after removing the illness, he still needed ti to rest and recuperate—

when Shaya and Livra pushed the door open and entered, the queen was peeling an apple for the king, the atmosphere warm and harmonious.

For soone of such high status and authority, to have such tenderness in private was indeed a kind of happiness for Livra.

Leaning against the head of the bed, Celt almost burst into tears when he saw Livra co in.

But a king had to maintain a king’s bearing. He could not show his weak side in front of his daughter, even after a reunion from the brink of life and death.

And Livra, when she choked up, turned her head to hide her expression. When she looked back again, her smile had already returned, strong as ever—this was the best response she could give her father.

Strength and fearlessness—it ran in the blood.

Celt had already heard from Queen Maqiya that Livra had been guarding here the entire ti, and his illness had truly frightened her.

Sigh... it couldn’t be helped. Even Celt himself had thought he wouldn’t survive this ti.

As for the reason he had been pulled back from this nearly fatal illness...

Celt’s gaze shifted slightly.

He then saw the little girl beside Livra, looking around curiously.

This was the honorary countess who had rendered outstanding service during the incident of Jeffriel, the Six-Winged Demon, launching a surprise attack on the Royal Capital.

"Maqiya, help up."

"Don’t push yourself... your body is still weak, you shouldn’t move."

"Don’t worry about it. Just do as I say."

"You really..."

Hm?!

Sheffy was still organizing her thoughts about how to ask her questions when she looked up and saw this stubborn old man demonstrating just how stubborn he was.

There was no need for that! A patient should rest quietly. If he bumped into sothing, wouldn’t he end up blaming her for it?!

Livra, hurry!

With a single glance exchanged, Livra imdiately understood. In truth, Sheffy didn’t even need to remind her. She quickly stepped forward to help her mother settle Father King back down, telling him there was no need to be so formal—Miss Shaya wouldn’t mind, she would understand.

And while this mont of chaos unfolded, Sheffy also had sothing she absolutely had to do.

—That was to take the wooden chair from outside and move it into the room!

Hehe, people all had a rebellious streak, and Sheffy was especially rebellious.

Shaya’s father had said not to move it, but now that he wasn’t here, and with the old king feeling grateful, he certainly wouldn’t stop her.

Sure enough, everything went smoothly. Miss Shaya successfully achieved the feat of moving the wooden chair into the king’s bedchamber.

She felt delighted inside.

Don’t ask what the point of doing this was. If you must ask, it was simply an attitude toward life.

Celt, as a patient, couldn’t out-stubborn the mother and daughter, so he could only lean back against the headboard with a look of embarrassnt.

To express his gratitude, he placed the apple in his hand onto the antique-looking table beside him.

The king of a nation—facing Shaya—solemnly lowered his head.

"Miss Shaya, I have already heard the full story... such a great kindness is beyond words. I, Celt, have spent my life on the battlefield—when have I ever owed such a debt? Now, all of a sudden... sigh, tell , how am I supposed to repay you?"

"Hey, why are you being so polite! I already told Her Highness the Princess earlier, there’s no need for any thanks. But... if you really feel bad about it, just give a little gold. Consider it a dical fee!"

"There is no gold. The national treasury is poor."

"!^"

Look at the state of your Kingdom of Aurus! Not even as generous as my Father King!

Queen Maqiya raised her hand to lightly cover the corner of her mouth, laughing gently, and found herself appreciating Shaya even more.

"Haha... this child is trying to lighten the mood. Celt, you see that, don’t you? Just as Livra said, we must be grateful, but you don’t need to dwell on it too much. Miss Shaya is even using such jokes to help you relax. If you still keep clinging to this matter, that would truly be inappropriate."

I’m not joking!

I really do want gold!

But she had no face to insist on it now, so she could only go along with it and nod repeatedly, feeling as though she had been forcibly elevated into soone noble.

Thanks to this, Celt also smiled bitterly and stopped bringing up these awkward words of gratitude.

Celt raised his left hand and examined it again in front of him.

"Father King?" Livra looked at him and asked with concern, "Do you still feel unwell?"

"No, quite the opposite. My hand is no longer shaking, and my whole body feels light. I can hardly believe this is real."

"That’s wonderful!! Just as Miss Shaya said—she said you were saved, and that you’d be lively and full of energy again tomorrow!"

"Hahaha, I’ll take that blessing, child!"

With such a cheerful presence here, Celt felt that his ntal state would recover along with his body in no ti!

That said—

Celt was neither senile nor muddle-headed.

As he repeatedly confird that his hand moved just as steadily as when he was healthy, whether clenching or opening, he beca more certain of his own speculation.

From Maqiya’s account, the Healing Magic that had invoked a miracle had undoubtedly been cast by Miss Shaya—she had seen it with her own eyes.

He knew that Miss Shaya was a genius, a subordinate knight personally chosen by Hero Xiarette.

—But the word “genius” was not enough to explain miracles happening again and again.

When coincidences happened too often, they were no longer coincidences.

"Miss Shaya."

"Mm?"

"You... are not of the Human Clan, are you?"