After giving someone a mild reprimand and receiving their assurance of being more careful next time, Flora, who had heard Violet describe the secret history of the Forgotten Land, felt a bit sentimental but didn’t dwell on it.

 

Even though Violet was willing to interact with them as equals, it didn’t mean that the ranger didn’t have a few reservations. She knew the extent of what education could achieve and was well aware of what matters she should or shouldn’t intervene in. After all, Flora considered Violet a good friend of equal standing, allowing for such carefree interactions.

 

After chatting for a while, Flora left Lilya’s bedroom, leaving the space for the two of them.

 

Some things were useless to watch closely, it was up to Lilya to make her own choices. Flora, as a close friend, had said what needed to be said, and she couldn’t interfere too much.

 

After all, Lilya was the princess, and potentially the future queen.

 

However, just before leaving, the ranger casually mentioned something with a meaningful tone.

 

“About what happened earlier… I believe that if one loses the courage to confront powerful foes, my arrows might as well end their journey here. But what you said makes sense, Violet. I’ll be more cautious… Thanks, for both times.”

 

After saying this, Flora seemed to feel a bit uneasy and left without turning back.

 

“……?”

 

“Wow… So this person also has an open side. I thought she was the type of stubborn ox that even eight unicorns couldn’t pull back.”

 

Lilya and the priestess exchanged glances, shared a knowing smile, and didn’t delve much into the matter.

 

After exchanging their experiences from the past period, the princess gradually calmed down from the initial excitement of their reunion. She returned to her seat at the desk and pulled up another chair for Violet.

 

“So… Violet, you’ve really been through a lot. Unfortunately, being the princess of the kingdom, I’m destined not to be able to travel around with you.”

 

Lilya rested her chin on her hand, leaned on the table, smiled slightly, and gazed at the black-haired girl’s pure face.

 

“Sometimes I wonder if this princess status, while bringing endless convenience and power, is also a kind of shackle. Honestly, I envy adventurers like you and Flora who can travel around. It must be a different and flavorful life, right?”

 

“Can I interpret this as a kind of ‘Versailles’ lifestyle?”

 

The priestess responded with a playful retort.

 

“Oh, Violet, you’re using words I don’t understand again. Along with all those various magical items, I really start to doubt if you came from another world.”

 

As she spoke, the princess looked up thoughtfully at the starry sky outside the window.

 

Although she hinted at a different meaning, it sounded a bit different to Violet’s ears as a world-traveler.

 

The priestess didn’t plan to reveal too much on this topic and just chuckled.

 

“Well… maybe, but it doesn’t really matter. The important thing is, we’re all in the same world now, aren’t we?”

 

“Well, that’s true~”

 

“Oh, by the way, here’s this for you. It’s indeed quite useful, but I won’t be shameless enough to keep it for myself.”

 

Lilya took out a rather old-fashioned, square-shaped pair of scholarly-looking glasses from her storage ring and placed them on the table in front of Violet. There was no hint of reluctance in her expression.

 

These were the sacred-grade translation tools that the priestess lent to the princess temporarily so that she could understand the gaming language in the skill introduction book. Although Lilya had mentioned it casually earlier to prove her identity, since she voluntarily returned it, Violet wouldn’t refuse. After all, she only had one of these, and there might be occasions when it would come in handy.

 

Putting the black-framed glasses back into her inventory, Violet then brought up the two workers she had found for the princess on her way.

 

“By the way, has Prakaka been working hard lately? It’s not really a good person, so don’t feel too sorry for it, Lilya. Just squeeze out its remaining value. Of course, don’t trust this rat too much. In the end, it’s only obedient to me because it fears death. Similar things could happen to others too.”

 

As for this former Seventh Seat of the Eternal Throne, Violet didn’t have strong feelings about it. She neither liked nor disliked it; in her eyes, it was just a sneaky wall-climbing rat. But it did have some utility, and Lilya urgently needed high-end combat support, so Violet agreed to revive it and put it to work for the princess.

 

It could be used, but trust it cautiously.

 

“Also, regarding that ‘Vicious Wolf’ Nicholas, he seems to be a disciple of the Swift Wind Sword Saint Bevis Bernard. Although his strength is mediocre, he seems to be quite skillful with the sword. If Lilya doesn’t mind, you can learn from him.”

 

“As for this person, I find his character and qualities quite acceptable. If he can break through to the legendary realm, he would be a good aide. If you pardon his crimes and treat him well, he shouldn’t betray you.”

 

Watching the beautiful black-haired girl talk energetically and analytically, Lilya’s eyes showed a subtle and almost imperceptible sense of appreciation.

 

Although these actions might be trivial for Violet, they were indeed a substantial help to the princess, who desperately needed talented individuals. Both Prakaka and Nicholas, at this stage, were strong experts who could become her right-hand men.

 

Encountering the person before her was truly the greatest luck in her life, in various senses.

 

With these thoughts, the princess smiled gently and spoke.

 

“Well, that guy is quite obedient. Probably because you gave it a renewed lease on life. Although Prakaka is a bit thievish and cowardly, it knows how to repay kindness. As long as it doesn’t involve any crucial secrets, it’s fine to let it handle tasks.”

 

“Oh, by the way, a couple of days ago, it secretly sneaked into Patrick… oh, that’s the palace of the third prince, and burned down all the military supplies and equipment they were preparing in secret. Originally, I thought it might be planning to disregard the ancestral teachings and initiate a sudden coup before the ritual, but it seems to have come to an end now.”

 

Lilya let out a slightly amused chuckle, and Violet, upon hearing this, also burst into laughter—indeed, that was quite unfortunate.

 

“Unless Patrick intends to have his subordinates fight with burning sticks.”

 

The princess added a playful comment, then continued speaking.

 

“As for Mr. Nicholas, I will also provide him with a suitable position. However, I need to test both his strength and character first. It’s not a lack of trust in you! I just need to understand the details before making the best use of him.”

 

“Well, I understand. Don’t get so worked up.”

 

Seeing Lilya analyze things methodically and confidently, Violet didn’t continue to offer her own advice in this regard. How to make subordinates willingly work was probably something the princess, with her experience, knew better than Violet, who was only a half-baked expert.

 

“Now, about the throne, has everything been going smoothly lately? With the end of the ritual period, you and your brothers must determine the winner. Are you confident?”

 

Bringing up this topic, the princess restrained her smile, fell silent for a moment, lowered her eyelids, and gestured toward the mountain of documents piled on the table.

 

“As you can see, the pressure is still considerable. Besides, who dares to claim absolute certainty before the outcome is revealed?”

 

“The three princes each have their own cards. According to my investigation, the second prince, Ben, seems to be leveraging the power of that ‘Eternal Throne.’ The third prince, Patrick, has connections with some military personnel and may be plotting a coup, though it’s temporarily halted. As for the fourth prince, Devitt…”

 

Lilya paused, showing a hint of hesitation.

 

“To be honest, he appears very honest and dutiful, seemingly having no intention of competing for the throne. The power he has gathered is also the weakest and least numerous. However, I always feel that this guy is very dangerous.”

 

“I suspect that my elder brother’s death, and even Father’s sudden illness and premature demise, are somehow related to Devitt. But whenever I try to investigate further, I find that the people involved either die or disappear. Conversely, they easily provide me with false information about Ben or Patrick, but never about Devitt.”

 

“It’s as if he is truly indifferent, with no desire for the throne. However, if that were the case, Devitt wouldn’t have conspired with the other two, plotting to harm me in the Western Frontier.”

 

“In any case, all three of them seem suspicious.”

 

The priestess provided a straightforward and easily understandable summary.

 

Seeing the princess nod, Violet suddenly remembered today’s observations in another palace.

 

“So, what about little Princess Menna?”