“Oh—oh—oh—”

Amid the long crowing sound of roosters, a trace of shallow white fish belly appeared in the sky.

On a certain roof, Roy, who was lying on the tiles like a corpse, opened his eyes. In the dim light, his pair of dark gold eyes emitted a faint light and turned to the mansion guarded by heavy troops not far away.

Almost at the same time, dust was flying in the sound of "Del, Del"'s anxious horse hooves, and the sound of hooves echoed in the long stone slab streets, and a gorgeous carriage depicting a black and yellow shield-shaped heraldry came over.

The carriage stopped in front of the highly-watched mansion. A middle-aged man with a pointed rounded hat, swan feathers and a delicate mustache on his chin walked off the carriage and rushed into the house with great strides.

"Fisnette of Widen has arrived, and the time is almost the same." The witch hunter standing on the high roof was as shaped as lightning, with rabbits rising and falling, and after several ups and downs, he appeared on an unmanned flat ground.

...

"The pearl in Queen Carranser's hand, the young lion of Sintra, the respected Princess Cirila, the minister..."

The hall of the mansion was magnificently illuminated by magic lamps. Xiri looked at the dusty man in front of her, yawned and rubbed a pair of slightly dark circles. She lived in the wild place for several years in her childhood. She was not the spoiled "Princess Pea". Last night, she was thinking about the engagement. The more she thought about it, the more she became, the more she became, but she rarely had insomnia.

"What did you say you're called?"

"Your Highness, Princess, is the governor of His Majesty Eville, Phisnate, here to pick him up on the order of His Majesty." Phisnate took off his hat and bent over to greet the princess, then knelt on one knee to hold the princess' white little hand and kissed her.

"I will be in full responsibility for your next trip. I swear by my life that you will be safely escorted to Nastrog."

"Okay! Governor Fesnet, you came very early!" Cili pouted, rubbing the back of his hand hiddenly against the delicate skirt. Seeing this, the round-faced maid next to her couldn't help but curl the corner of her mouth.

"Your Highness forgives me. I am indeed late, but I have not dared to neglect my order since the day I received my order. I rushed over without stopping. Now, I have not closed my eyes for two days and two nights."

As soon as Fesnet looked up, his blood-covered eyes were completely different from his well-maintained skin on his face, which was really terrifying.

"Hmph! These bad guys!" Xiri stomped her feet, "I really wish I could go there early and get engaged to their fat prince. No, I won't marry that guy!" Xiri suppressed the anxiety in her heart, clenched her fists quietly, and her green eyes became firm, "Well, just follow the plan I made last night, and the method I thought about is fine, there must be no problem!"

But Fesnett was working another thought. When he learned that Carranser decided to marry his granddaughter and Viden, he knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity in the Kingdom of Viden and his opportunity.

An opportunity to change destiny.

"Carance was still afraid of the southern overlord, afraid that the Kingdom of Sintra, which she had run her life, would be completely annexed. Unfortunately, this woman has a very strong temper and desire for power more than anything else."

If Karanshe was willing to let go of his figure and marry the powerful northern kingdoms, the truly northern powers such as Aden, Temolia, Kodwin, and Redania, the crisis of Nifgad invasion would be safely resolved.

It should be noted that the monarchs of these four great powers have always been salivating at the Sintra Kingdom where the woman controls the government.

But Karanser was unwilling. If she turned to Demavi, Fultest, or Hensette, and Vizmir II, it would be like bringing wolves into the house. Even if she survived the invasion crisis of Nifgaard, she would be completely divided by the monarch on her head.

Karanser is only forty-three years old this year, strong and has never had any problems with illness. At least he can rule over the name of Tursec, Skelliger's puppet husband, for more than ten or twenty years.

So she chose a less powerful Viden, who was facing Sintra across the Yaruga River, to marry, sacrifice her granddaughter, and fulfill her desire to rule.

"If Prince Christine and Princess Cialis are successfully engaged this time... at least in name, Viden's heirs will have the opportunity to rule Sintra. Princess Cialis is young and easy to control. Besides, things in the world are impermanent, Karanser will surely not have any accidents?"

Fesnett's heart was hot, his pupils became more and more congested, "At that time, I will be the hero of the Kingdom of Veden and Sintra!"

So Fesnet begged his sister, King Eville's queen, and the queen also felt sorry for her brother who had been cursed into a cormorant, and took on this glorious mission for him!

Although risks and opportunities coexist, if there is any difference in the escort process this time, what is waiting for Sfinette will be His Majesty's gallows.

However, he thought that His Royal Highness had safely smuggled to Weiden, and the most dangerous journey was over, so no accident could happen.

In the hall, two people with ulterior motives chatted for a few words without any pain and decided on the itinerary.

Soon, after breakfast, a team of two carriages and more than twenty horses left the Governor's Mansion of Podlog, left the city gate, and headed towards the west of Nastragg.

Shortly after they set out, another man emerged from the grass not far from the city gate and followed him sneakily at about a mile away.

...

The convoy was carrying the princess who was "sweet and expensive" and was not moving fast, or even quite slowly.

And this happened to hit Xili's thoughts.

"Gee..." The little maid in the carriage covered the corner of her mouth and joking. This was the first time she saw her princess so disobedient - she twisted and twisted on the leather sofa like a restless little beast, and kept lifting the curtains, nervously poking her head and head.

"Your Highness, it seems that you don't hate Prince Christine as you said 'verything'. I was surprised to love this fiancé!"

"Hmph!" Xiri raised her chin proudly and suddenly came to the little maid, motionless, her green eyes covered the maid's petite body. She touched her black, gray and white jackets and snow-white hats, and glanced at her white and delicate dress again, and then said slowly,

"Corriel, how is this princess treating you on weekdays, good or bad?"

"Master...Princess, are you?" The little maid's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but hide in the corner of the carriage. She had only seen the princess's determined look in Queen Carranser, which scared her a little.

"Speak quickly!"

"You treat me well." The little maid said tremblingly. Although the little princess often plays naughty and teases her, at least she does not take human life as much as other nobles.

"Then are you loyal to me or grandmother?"

"Your Highness, you know, I...I am your maid."

"Just as long as Corriel understands it, now--"

Xiri approached the maid's ears, "I'll give you a chance to show your loyalty! Get off the car and accompany me...you will be later..."

"ah?!"

...

"Twenty minutes, why haven't it been better?" Governor Fesnet stood in front of a tall green-yellow grass, rubbing his hands anxiously. Not long after leaving Podlogg, Princess Cirila insisted on making things easier. There was no way to get the carriage and could only be stopped. The princess was accompanied by a maid into the grass.

The men of them stood outside the grass and dared not approach, for fear of offending the noble princess, and even dared not urge him.

Crowze was by his side but he didn't have so many concerns. He knew how weird and naughty his princess was.

"Twenty minutes, too long. Princess, are you doing well?" He asked to the grass, and called out twice symbolically. Finally, he realized something was wrong.

"Princess, if you don't answer again, the villain can only offend you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the grass suddenly exploded, and a crisp scream came from

"Come here! The princess ran away! The princess ran away!"

"The princess ran away?" Fesnet and Crowze looked at each other, and could see the horrified face from each other's pupils.

Both of them were so scared that their souls were thriving, their eyes were about to break, and they rushed in without saying a word.

In the eyes, there was only the lonely petite maid who was sobbing with her back to everyone and covered her face.

"Princess...she, she ran away!"

"What?! You are such a bastard! I'll ask you to recover the princess and then take it to you!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Riding a horse to chase!"

"What horse is riding? What should I do if I hit the princess in a mess of grass? She is young and weak and can't run far. Everyone chases you!" Crowze shouted, and more than 20 guards could no longer care about so many, and crawled into the grass.

However, as soon as they left, the maid who was not concerned suddenly stopped sobbing, threw her hat away, and showed a rat-gray silver hair, a small cat covered in mud, and a cunning smile.

She trotted to the carriage and selected the smallest white horse.

With his little arms and legs, he climbed onto the horse's back with great difficulty with the pedal of the carriage, and pulled the reins with the extremely standard movement - no one knew that Princess Ciri could ride a horse.

But the most memorable time spent with Halma and Kerris was snowball fights, fishing and shrimp fishing, and riding horses.

"You must be good, don't ask you to be as human as Roy's Wilt, but be obedient."

She gently stroked the mane between the horse's neck, comforted the restless horse, and then looked east with excitement, in the opposite direction from the guards' search team - the vast wasteland with a wide sky and a touch of green at the end.

She suddenly became blessed to her heart and understood some strange things that the witch hunter Roy had said to her.

"Your name Cirill, in the ancient language system, originated from the word Zireael, meaning swallow."

"Remember, Xiri, you are a free and unrestrained swallow, no one can restrain you. As long as you want to fly!"

"I don't want to be manipulated by my grandmother. Marry that fat man and have children for him-Fly! Zireael!"

"Fly! Zireael!"

The petite girl let out a low voice, pressed her neck tightly against the horse and moved forward!
Chapter completed!