The Elf Princess Rosadina, the only daughter of the current Elf Queen.
Years ago, in order to promote friendly relations, she followed the Elf Mission to attend the previous Holy Presence Day ceremony.
It was originally just a trip kind of work, and the intention of the Elf Queen was to let her daughter broaden her horizons and gain more experience.
But unexpectedly, this broadening turned out to be overwhelming.
The young girl could be said to have witnessed the entire process of the Blood Colored Holy Arrival Day with her own eyes, and upon returning, she fell gravely ill.
And since then, she has had nightmares every day.
The Elf Queen was heartbroken, sending her to the Jade Dream Realm for treatnt three tis and nurturing her in the Ancient Tree of Life for several months, all to no avail.
However, as ti passed, the Elf Princess gradually healed herself.
Everyone thought that ti had gradually healed the Princess’s psychological wounds.
But things seed not to be so simple.
Since then, the Princess beca mysterious, and rumors even suggested she was secretly cultivating her own forces, recruiting nurous followers and aides, intending rebellion.
But essentially, nobody took it very seriously because as the only daughter of the Queen, she was already the first in line to inherit the throne.
Moreover, Her Majesty the Queen was unwell and had expressed her wish to abdicate several tis.
If Rosadina hadn’t suddenly fallen ill, she might already have assud the position of Regent Princess.
Rebelling against oneself? There’s no need for that!
The subjects still couldn’t understand the Princess’s strange behavior, but compared to her previous sickly appearance, she had greatly improved.
Although no one knew what she was enthusiastically doing every day, thankfully she always had enthusiasm!
Until today, in front of all the high-level officials of the Elf Empire.
This sole Princess of the Elf Empire humbly knelt before Lette, and touched his shoes with her forehead.
That was the most humble and loyal way of saluting, representing absolute submission and insignificance.
This kind of etiquette usually appears during the ceremony when a slave ets their master for the first ti, declaring the master-slave relationship.
Lette looked at the Elf Princess’s ingratiating smile, sowhat unable to comprehend.
Pino the puppet was full of admiration, quietly whispering.
"Boss! That’s amazing! Didn’t expect you to play so thrillingly!"
"Get lost!"
"Though I’ve heard that you humans have a honeyed sentint for Elves, I didn’t expect you to directly go for the Princess of the Elf Clan!
As expected, a master is a master!
Wow, look at that obedience, it’s astonishing!
Moreover, judging from the performance of other Elves, none of them know about this.
Marvelous!
It was actually conducted in secret! No one knew!
Suddenly announcing this relationship in public!
You’ve practically elevated the skill to the realm of art!
Are you the legendary master trainer?!
Lette glanced at him, gestured downward with his finger, and Pinocchio’s limbs and body, as if controlled by countless threads, snapped onto the ground.
The Liar Demon broke into a sweat, Lette hadn’t acted against him for so long that he almost forgot that this body was rely a puppet in his boss’s hands.
He imdiately restrained himself significantly, turned his head back, squeezing out a flattering smile.
"Boss, wasn’t I just praising you?"
"You are the Liar Demon, don’t you know if I was lying? Don’t I know you know?"
The Liar Demon awkwardly smiled, unintentionally muttering: "This is strange, even if you didn’t lay a hand, why is this Elf girl like this?
With all due respect, Boss.
This degree of dostication isn’t sothing an ordinary trainer can achieve.
And as for the Elf Clan, I do know a thing or two.
Proud, stubborn, holding themselves aloof.
Compared to the Elves, so certain female beast people of the Beast Clan actually have better value.
Yet indeed, many people fancy this kind of taste.
But truly dosticated Elves are extraordinarily rare.
Either controlled by Soul Capturing Magic.
Or their Spiritual Sense collapses under intense tornt.
Or they’re not pure blood Elves in the first place."
Lette turned to look at him, a fake smile on his face, and said: "Thank you, now I have unnecessary knowledge."
"Cough, cough, Boss, please continue, I won’t say anything more."
The Liar Demon turned around, couldn’t help mumbling: "No wonder Boss ca here alone first, not bringing any consorts.
So, that’s how it is."
The intolerant Lette kicked Pinocchio, sending him flying away.
He turned to look at the Elf Princess, whose eyes were full of twinkling stars, trying to make his expression calm and kind.
"Princess, it’s been more than three years..."
"It’s been three years, two months, and five days, esteed Master."
"Master, don’t joke like that, Princess. I am an Apprentice Saint of the Holy Light Church, and you are the Princess of the Elf Empire.
We shouldn’t address each other improperly, or it might cause friction between the two great powers.
Don’t you think?"
The Elf Princess suddenly clutched her heart: "Ah! The Lord actually addressed with [you], what an honor, what a blessing!
I can’t take it anymore! I feel like my heart is about to leap out!"
Lette opened his mouth, finally looking towards the dense crowd: "Anyone there, your princess seems broken! Hey! Get an Elf who can talk to properly!"
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