NovelEnglishA tragic prayer and a maiden’s sigh…
Three days have passed since they have left with the Forkroad Merchant caravan. And now they are just about to leave the borders of the Holy Principality of Belluga.
A heavy silence lay between the four who hid themselves in a carriage bed. Mia’s cheeks are slightly pale. She is understandably sad and is quiet. Dressed in a riding blouse and easy-to-move shorts, Mia hugged her bent knees tightly.
“Fu …”
Occasionally, she lets out a sad sigh. Seeing this, Tiona frowns anxiously.
Tiona tried to think what Mia is going through. Prince Abel, her sweetheart, could be in a dangerous zone. She’s probably filled with grief and anxiety.
Tiona squeezed a slender sword on her waist.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTiona prays silently.
Keith Wood, on the other hand, had a different perspective.
Well now, this is interesting. Even the great Princess Mia cannot escape nervousness.
The land they are heading to, the Kingdom of Remno, is a dangerous territory. Although public security is still maintained overall, the areas where the people have uprised are undoubtedly dangerous places. It is quite possible that their anger at the Remno royal family could be transferred into royalty and nobles from other countries. If their status is revealed, they could be in real danger. Mia surely knows about this. After all, she is the Wisdom of the Empire. This would surely not escape her notice.
If possible, Keithwood would like to see a marriage between his master and Mia. But this is just his inner thoughts.
Well, in fact, what Mia was thinking about…
U, uh, ugh. I feel sick.
She was just cartsick. A very bad case of cartsickness actually. In the first place, Mia has only travelled on high-class carriage for the imperial family. She was accustomed to riding a carriage that pursued ride quality and comfort. Of course, she has never rode a merchant’s wagon before. Her butt hurts from the hard wooden floor, and it doesn’t help that they are travelling at a bumpy road as well.
“Fu… Fu…”
Occasionally, she’d let out quick breaths to quell her nausea. But she can’t let her guard down because she can already taste something sweet and sour coming up from her stomach to her throat. She knew it was bad attitude to give her friends silent treatment after what they are doing for her. However, every time she wants to start a conversation, her queasiness would also start, and her head would start spinning.
She could not admit to her status, however. She still has her pride as a princess. So, Mia kept her head down and desperately endured the nausea.
It did not cross her mind to worry about the people who are uprising and if their identity was revealed. It didn’t register to her that this would be a problem. She was worried about Abel, of course, but her coping mechanism for this was to not think about it in the first place.
With the tragic maiden’s prayer in her heart, Mia held her mouth down.
“We’re about to cross the border. Everyone, let’s do our best.”
Sion said after coming back from the coachman’s sit.
The first barrier to meeting Prince Abel was the border. According to the information obtained in advance, the Kingdom of Remno is currently on high alert. Except for a few selected merchants, people from other countries are strictly restricted from entering and exiting.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“It makes sense of course. The neighboring countries will send people to take advantage of the civil war. They might send help to both factions now, so that they can ask for favors later in the future. Or they might use this chaos to attempt a coup. The Kingdom of Remno is military one. It wouldn’t be surprising for any rulers to take advantage of this disorder to weaken it.”
Keithwood and Tiona nodded to Sion’s words. Mia was vaguely gazing at them.
“Even so, it works.”
“Miss Chloe’s strategy has been brilliant. Besides, the route formulated by our hidden intelligence unit …”
Keithwood stopped his talking. Immediately after, something like a scream came up from the driver of the coach.
“Bandits! They’re attacking us!”
“Bandits?”
Sion frowns and looks at Keith Wood.
“This is weird. A caravan if this size should not be… ”
The Forkroad company’s caravan is relatively large, consisting of ten carriages. Of course, at this scale, a private mercenary corps accompanied it as guards. This means that the bandits are taking great risks.
“Even if the public security is bad at the moment, this whole attack reeks of suspicion.”
Sion and Keithwood stood up at the same time.
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