Princess Yinluo

(I) Deep within the dark dungeon. The only entrance was locked tightly by a thick iron door, and the uneven passage stretched from here to the end of the darkness. Rough iron bars, covered in yellow rust, enclosed several large cells on either side of the passage.

This was the lowest level of Byron, the capital of Atlas. Heinous criminals were usually sent here to be temporarily imprisoned to await execution after being captured. Therefore, the dungeon was extremely heavily guarded, with layers upon layers of dense barriers. By the time the prisoners reached the lowest level, they had generally given up the idea of escaping in despair, so the iron door and bars were more for show than practical use.

At this time, there were not many prisoners in the dungeon. The other cells were empty, except for the last cell which held a dozen or so people.

The prison obviously did not treat death row inmates any better; it merely kept them from dying before their execution. There was not even any straw laid out in the room, and the cold floor was covered with dried excrement and semen stains.

The ragged prisoners lay or sat, their blank stares fixed on the expressionless faces of their captors. With heavy breathing, the foul, musty air seeped in and out of their bodies, slowly spreading into the oppressive cells.

Suddenly, the heavy iron door swung open, letting bright light into the dungeon. Footsteps echoed in the corridor, and a slender figure carrying a torch approached. In the light, it was revealed to be a stunningly beautiful young woman. She wore a low-cut, tight-fitting white lace dress, her long, straight legs encased in black high-heeled boots; her body's perfect curves undulated alluringly, her proud, high breasts swaying with each step. The young woman stood before the bars, surveying the prisoners awaiting their fate; the torch in her hand burned brightly, illuminating their astonished faces.

"Looks pretty good." The girl murmured to herself, casually sticking the torch into the wall, taking out her key to open the gate, and walking into the cell. This action immediately caused the prisoners to stand up, staring at the girl in surprise, whispering amongst themselves.

"Look, a chick!"

"How come such a pretty woman has come to the prison?"

"Who knows..."

"Listen up, you filthy death row inmates! Standing before you is the kingdom's third princess, Floria!" The girl put one hand on her hip, her bright eyes radiating a sharp, imposing aura. Seeing the fear in the prisoners' eyes, a smile crept onto the girl's lips. Her tone shifted, her voice softening, becoming deadly alluring: "I heard you're all bandits captured in Deradin, and you all seem quite skilled. How about it, anyone willing to come out and play with this princess? If you beat me, you might have a chance to leave here alive." "Is...is this a joke?"

"This is ridiculous, how could such a thing happen..."

The prisoners stared blankly at the princess before them, whispering amongst themselves, unable to believe what they were hearing. But seeing that Floria's expression didn't seem like a joke, some of their minds began to race: as prisoners facing execution at any moment, cowering wouldn't save them; the princess seemed to have a strange hobby, and if they could really beat her, at least they'd have a sliver of hope.

With this thought in mind, a burly man, much larger than the others, stepped forward and stood before Floria, striking a pose. Looking at his fist, as large as a jar, the burly man saw the delicate Floria as if she could be blown away by a gentle breeze, not to mention the impact of his fist on her. Swallowing hard, the man hesitated before asking, "Your Highness... is what you say true?" "Enough talk! Dare to doubt this princess's words? Are you coming or not?" Floria's face turned cold, her crescent-shaped eyebrows arching.

Provoked by Floria, the burly man gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and threw a punch straight at her. Afraid of truly injuring the princess, he even withdrew half his strength halfway through. Even so, the man's punch still carried considerable force, the fist whistling through the air, reaching Floria in the blink of an eye.

Floria smiled lightly, her left leg suddenly rising without warning, kicking the burly man's shin with lightning speed. Her body slightly shifted, and a scream rang out. The burly man staggered forward, collapsing to the ground, clutching his leg and groaning in pain.

"Useless!" Floria glanced contemptuously at the burly man on the ground, then looked up at the bewildered crowd, beckoning with a finger. "Is this all you've got? Why don't you all come at me at once!" These prisoners were seasoned bandits, murder and arson were their livelihood; though their skills weren't high, they still had some sense. Floria moved swiftly, her kick fast and precise, striking the burly man's ankle. Clearly, she had received training in martial arts, instantly shattering her image of a frail woman. Seeing the man so badly injured, they felt a surge of camaraderie. The men exchanged glances, let out a whistle, and simultaneously pounced on Floria.

Floria's expression hardened. She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure moving swiftly, like a slippery fish weaving through the throng of prisoners. Her slender fingers clenched into fists and danced through the air, her legs flashing out with deadly kicks, each strike hitting the prisoners' vital points.

Cries of agony filled the air as prisoners collapsed one after another; soon, the last one, struck in the chest and abdomen by Floria's flying kick, fell to his knees with a thud, his face deathly pale, then he vomited violently. Within half a minute, not a single prisoner remained standing in the cell.

Standing proudly in the room, surveying her surroundings, Floria shook her head with a slight sneer: "What a bunch of useless trash. All that size and strength for nothing. Beating them like this is no fun at all, a complete waste of my time." The prisoners struggled to their feet, many still wincing and groaning in pain. Looking at Floria, their faces were filled with fear, but their eyes gleamed with undisguised resentment.

注视着众人的神色，芙萝雅忽然微微一笑，转身走到栅栏门外，从外壁上取下一付铁制的镣铐，先把左手铐上，接着双手扭到后背，只听咯嚓一声轻响，芙萝雅把自己的一双手紧紧铐在了身后，又缓步走了进来，站在囚室内的众人中间。

“现在我再给你们一个机会：我不用手，你们一起上吧，尽管来试试有没有可能打倒我。”看着芙萝雅自缚双手，众人的信心又增加了起来，连身上刚被狠揍的地方似乎都不那么痛了。几个囚犯蓦的冲上，对着芙萝雅猛扑了过去。面对迎面冲来的囚犯，芙萝雅腰身一扭，左脚撑地，修长的右腿高高抬起，带着一道淡淡的影子弹了出去，瞬间横扫过他们的咽喉。

With several screams, the charging prisoner was sent flying backward. Then, her right leg, which had swept halfway around her waist, snapped back sharply, extending to the side like lightning. The prisoner charging at her right, fist raised, was kicked in the stomach and staggered backward to the ground. Floria's kick—sweeping, diagonal, and retracting—was executed with fluid, seamless grace. In the blink of an eye, four prisoners lay on the ground, unable to get up.

The burly man who had been the first to be kicked down stood behind Floria, witnessing her cleanly and efficiently deal with so many people using only one leg. His shock was palpable. Floria twisted her waist and kicked, her alluring figure and perfect curves displayed before him with every movement. Looking at Floria's back, the burly man suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

The burly man winked at the remaining three prisoners opposite him. His companions nodded in understanding, then suddenly roared and pounced on Floria. Floria smiled coldly, her right leg flying out and instantly kicking each of them in the chin. Before the three could fall backward, Floria leaned forward, her outstretched leg swiftly retracting, hooking back at the burly man who had silently attacked from behind.

The burly man who launched the sneak attack seemed to have been prepared, lunging to the ground early on, just in time to dodge Flora's counter-kick. He lay prone on the ground, stretching out his hands and grabbing her standing legs. With a gasp, Flora lost her balance and fell forward. The man pressed his advantage, wrapping his arms around her legs and tightly binding them.

Although Flora was highly skilled in martial arts, her hands were already cuffed, and in terms of strength alone, she was no match for the man. Lying on the ground, she struggled desperately, trying to break free of her binding arms, but the man only needed to bend one arm to hold her slender legs, which was more than enough to prevent her from escaping.

The sight of her long, soft legs struggling violently in his grasp, the warmth emanating from her body in his arms, instantly ignited his lust, and he became erect.

"Let me go!"

Flora writhed, her tight-fitting short skirt being lifted, revealing her small white panties that couldn't contain her rounded buttocks, which bounced and swayed in front of the burly man. Seeing this stimulating scene, the man could no longer restrain himself. He reached out and grabbed the skirt, tearing it open with a ripping sound. The princess's tight-fitting short skirt was ripped to shreds, instantly exposing her smooth, white back to the air.

"Ah! What are you doing? Let go!" Turning back to look at the burly man, Floria's face showed panic, and her body twisted even more violently. "Desecrating a princess is an unforgivable crime punishable by death. Aren't you afraid of being executed?" "Hehe, trying to scare me with this? Which of us brothers hasn't committed several capital offenses? What's one more?" The burly man grinned, reached out and grabbed Floria's pert buttocks, kneading them vigorously, while calling to his accomplices: "Damn it, a princess actually came to us herself. We might as well have some fun. Brothers, don't miss out today!" "That's right! We brothers were just waiting to die here, and now we get to play with a princess. This is really worth it. Everyone, go for it and fuck her!" "Haha" and "hehe" lewd laughter rang out in the cell. The men walked up to her, and amidst Floria's screams, more than a dozen hands touched all over her body, wantonly ravaging her.

"Let go, let go of me! You filthy trash..."

Ignoring Floria's loud cries, the group lifted her up in the blink of an eye. Her legs and shoulders were gripped tightly, rendering her immobile. Her clothes were torn to shreds, even her underwear was ripped off. Floria screamed, tears welling in her eyes, her snow-white body exposed naked to the gazes of the crowd, twisting and dodging the hands that moved around her. This sight only fueled the lust of the group, and their actions became even more intense.

"This little girl's flesh is so supple, better than all the women I've ever been with combined!" "Of course, this woman is a princess...tsk tsk, look at these breasts, they feel so good to squeeze, so white and soft..." After struggling for a long time, Floria gradually became weak and powerless, her head lowered, softly sobbing. A rough hand reached between Floria's legs, caressing and rubbing her pink clitoris; the clitoris quickly became engorged and swollen, protruding. Waves of pleasure spread from below, reaching every part of her body that was being played with. A faint blush rose on Flora's face, which was glistening with tears of pain, and a thin, sticky liquid slowly slid down between her thighs.

"Ha, this little chick's pretty horny, she's already wet!"

The vicious words made Flora blush with shame. She desperately tried to close her legs, but they were held tightly, making it impossible.

"Damn it, I can't hold back anymore!"

The burly man ripped off his belt, his pants fell down, revealing a huge, erect penis. He walked up to Flora, his fingers briefly parting her soft labia, and thrusting it in hard.

"Ah! No…"

A piercing scream rang out as Flora opened her mouth and cried out in agony, two streams of tears rolling down her cheeks. The screams only excited the burly man more. He gripped Floria's slender waist with both hands, thrusting forward forcefully, penetrating deeply into the base of her cervix, and began to pump violently.

Floria trembled all over, each thrust slamming heavily against the narrow opening of her cervix, causing her to involuntarily jolt upwards. Her delicate inner walls were stretched taut, tightly enveloping the thick penis, leaving no room for anything. With each in-and-out motion, the rough grooves of the penis squeezed and pulled at the soft, intricate folds of her vagina, pressing them together and then separating them again.

"It's so disloyal of you to enjoy it all by yourself! Damn it, if we're going to have fun, we should all share!" Envious of the burly man's pleasure, one of his accomplices angrily pulled down his pants, walked behind Floria, forcefully spread her firm buttocks, and thrust in.

"Ah..." Flora's high-pitched voice echoed in the dungeon as a massive glans was roughly shoved into her narrow anus.
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The opening was stretched tightly into a white line, and despite the lack of lubrication, the entire penis was pushed in with a forceful squeeze.

Two hot penises filled her body, moving in and out of her orifices, shattering Flora's reason time and again. Intense pleasure spread throughout her body like an electric shock, crashing against her mind like a giant wave. Flora's eyes gradually became hazy, her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving rapidly, and even her pert breasts trembled up and down. The thrusting became faster and faster, and Flora gently twisted her hips, unconsciously cooperating with the movements.

"See? I told you, this princess is a slut, we have to fuck her hard to get the satisfaction!" The burly man grabbed Floria's long golden hair, pulled her head close, and opened his mouth wide to suckle. He fiercely sucked on Floria's full lips, his tongue roughly plunging in, rolling and licking wantonly inside her mouth; the strong stench almost made Floria faint. Not to be outdone, his accomplices behind her reached out and grabbed Floria's breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully. Her soft breasts deformed violently in his hands, the nipples flushed red, but quickly hardened and became erect in the air.

The two men thrust harder and harder, clearly feeling the shape and movement of each other's penises through the thin inner wall. This intense stimulation, long deprived of lust in the dungeon, became unbearable. With a low growl, both men went limp and ejaculated, their hot semen surging into her uterus and intestines, then gushing out again, causing Floria to tremble and let out a soft moan.

The others, already ravenously eager, could no longer restrain themselves and immediately replaced them, this time with three men. They forced Floria to the ground, and two men, one on top of the other, inserted their penises into her vagina and began to move. The man standing in front of Floria pried open her mouth, thrusting his filthy penis inside, and then began to pump violently.

The penises took turns entering and exiting her body, continuously ravaging Floria's flesh, and a decadent atmosphere filled the cell. Flora's hot body trembled violently from the thrusting, her face flushed with excitement, her breath coming in gasps as she moaned softly. The remaining semen and vaginal fluid in her lower body and intestines churned and foamed with each thrust, making a soft, squelching sound.

The three men quickly lost their patience and ejaculated with groans; the one who ejaculated into her mouth ejaculated a particularly large amount, and Flora couldn't swallow it all at once. White semen spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping slowly down her chin to the ground. Immediately, the three men began another round. Flora's face and body were covered in semen, but it still seemed unsatisfying. She reached to the sides, grabbed two waiting penises, and began stroking them, her hips swaying back and forth, joyfully welcoming the double assault from both ends.

With each shift, soon every prisoner had finished their turn. Floria sat reclining on the floor, stained with semen and filth, her face flushed with pleasure after the orgasm. She lingered, sticking out her tongue to gently lick the white semen around her lips.

"You guys made me feel so good, let's do it again."

Her soft, seductive words immediately aroused the men's lust. Amidst chuckles, the prisoners surrounded her again… "Heh, you little slut, you're really fucking hot, but we like it this way!" Grabbing Floria's body, a new round of rape began.

The torches on the wall flickered, casting an uncertain light. Inside the cell, a snow-white, alluring body was surrounded, moving with abandon
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emitting beautiful moans that echoed in the dim dungeon… Early morning, in the rear of the Atlas Palace, in the princess's bedroom, two maids approached the magnificent bed and gently called out,

“Princess Floria, it’s time to get up.”

“Ah…” Floria, having had a good night's sleep, was awakened, yawning lazily before getting up. “I slept really well last night…” She sat down at the dressing table, the maids standing beside her, bustling about as they began to wash and groom her. A

polite knock sounded softly at the door.

“Come in!”

A tall, thin man entered, dressed in a crisp uniform of a high-ranking officer in the Imperial Guard. His square face was expressionless, exuding a resolute air.

After a gesture of respect, the two maids immediately left, closing the door behind them. Flora, holding a comb, gently smoothed her beautiful long golden hair, casually asking, "Is it all taken care of?" "Yes, Your Highness, those people have been dealt with." "Hmm, well done. Go and see when you have another chance." "Yes, Your Highness. However…" The officer looked up, opened his mouth, hesitated, and continued, "This kind of thing is far too dangerous. After Your Highness went in last night, I was constantly worried about your safety. If anything had happened, I would have been beyond redemption. And Your Highness did this without His Majesty and the Queen's knowledge…" "Alright, alright…" Flora waved her hand, interrupting the officer, and turned to smile, saying, "Greet, I know your loyalty, but for me, it's precisely because it's dangerous that it's exciting. You've already advised me many times, so there's no need to persuade me again. I know what I'm doing." "Yes, Your Highness…" Greet hesitated, lowered his head, and sighed inwardly.

"Oh, right, that thing I asked you to do last time needs to be done quickly, the deadline is approaching." Having combed her long hair, Floria turned and stood up, walking to the balcony outside the room. She leaned on the railing, facing the rising sun, breathing in the fresh morning air with a blissful smile.

"Byron is indeed most beautiful in the morning, but alas, such beautiful moments are rare..." At the far end of the vast continent of Miratia, on a distant overseas island, a craggy island was currently experiencing a fierce wind and surging waves. Streaks of lightning flashed across the island, and thunder roared, its roar echoing far into the sky.

In the center of the island was a wide valley, where a figure stood, facing off against three others side by side.

Lightning bolts, like giant swords, pierced the sky with overwhelming force, relentlessly striking him. The figure was enveloped in a faint protective shield, struggling to defend himself. The shield meandered and shimmered with rainbow-like light—a level nine defensive spell: Rainbow Orb.

The three black-robed figures opposite him chanted incessantly, their fingers pointing, guiding bolt after bolt of lightning to strike. Each time a bolt struck the Rainbow Orb's shield, the figure trembled violently, clearly struggling greatly.

In the midst of his struggle, the figure suddenly roared, "You bastards of the Holy See! I've already retreated to such a faraway place, living a life of peace, why must you be so ruthless?" His words were filled with rage.

"Salvador, you are indeed formidable, enduring over a hundred bolts of lightning!" The black-robed figure on the right coldly declared. "As a necromancer, you have used necromancy extensively to poison living beings; your crimes deserve death! Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, our temple's mage corps will come to eliminate you!" "What mage doesn't know a few necromancy spells? Is that even a valid reason?" Veins bulged on Salvador's neck, his face full of mockery. "Your church is delusional, desiring to rule the continent, which is why you relentlessly suppress heretics and eliminate those who do not submit to you. Is that your true intention?" "Hmph, whatever your reason, Salvador, you won't escape today." The black-robed figure on the left raised his hand, and a spear radiating a dazzling milky-white light appeared in the air. With a flick of his wrist, the spear left a white trail, shooting towards Salvador like an arrow.

"Abane, you think you can kill me?"

The lightning continued to strike, but Salvador, focused solely on his defense, didn't even glance at the incoming spear. The spear tip pierced his body, instantly passing through him and leaving a gaping hole in his chest. In a flash, the wound miraculously contracted and healed, becoming perfectly intact again. The damage from the spear's piercing and the intense holy light attached to it seemed to have no effect on him.

"This…this is Divine Might!" The black-robed man who had released the spear gasped, staring blankly at Salvador's chest, his face pale.

"Indeed, it's Divine Might. I never imagined his magic was this powerful…" The middle black-robed man, who had remained silent, nodded, his expression grave, but he quietly sighed.

"However, thankfully, it's only the most basic form of Divine Might…no wonder His Holiness the Pope taught us that before we set off; he truly had foresight." The black-robed man on the right said thankfully.

“Now it seems we have no choice but to use it, so… let’s use it.” Before the man on the right could offer more praise for the Pope’s wisdom, the black-robed man in the middle gestured to his left and right to begin. The latter two placed their palms on the black-robed man’s back, and instantly, two powerful streams of magic surged into his body. The black-robed man drew complex symbols in the air with his fingers, then suddenly pointed forward.

“The Lord says, those who do not believe in Him will not be saved!”

With these solemn words, the seemingly silent finger strike unleashed earth-shattering power. White clouds appeared in the dark sky, rapidly churning and surging together. Centered on El Salvador, the space within a radius of several dozen meters instantly distorted, and everything within became blurred and uncertain.

"The Lord says, those who disobey Him will fall into hell!"

The black-robed man seemed to radiate a holy light. With another flick of his finger, Salvador cried out in agony, struggling to his knees. The light from the rainbow orb vanished, his body began to age rapidly, his hair turned white, and his once healthy face was instantly covered with wrinkles. His divine power disappeared without a trace.

Melodious hymns poured down from the sky, growing louder and louder, gradually resounding throughout the entire island.

"All is under the Lord's loving protection! Conquer the heretics!"

A loud shout rang out, pointing at Salvador. A dazzling white light shot down from the clouds, illuminating Salvador. Enveloped in the blinding white light, Salvador's body trembled violently. As the light intensified, a scream rang out, followed by a massive explosion that shook the entire island. With a deafening roar, the valley was shattered, sending plumes of dust and debris flying into the air before scattering back down.

The three black-robed figures stood their ground, not dodging, as the onslaught of rocks from the mountainside was blocked by their domain, turning to dust and remaining outside. Staring intently at the distant sky, the two behind suddenly turned pale, their bodies going limp as they collapsed to the ground. "I didn't expect Salvador to be so strong! Even the Trinity Prophecy Technique allowed him to escape! Whew, my magic is completely depleted..." "It's alright, Salvador is just clinging to life. His soul is shattered; he won't last much longer," the leading black-robed figure replied softly. Suddenly, his figure blurred, and he leaped into the air like a shooting star, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a voice that echoed from afar: "I'm going after Salvador now and finish him off completely. You two, once you recover, return to Sepuluye and report. You don't need to follow." ************ The Royal Palace of Byron, the capital of the Kingdom of Atlas.

Floria was having breakfast with His Majesty Teklin and Queen Miev. Several waiters stood to the side, occasionally coming forward to serve the three of them tea and water with practiced elegance.

His Majesty Teklin was nearly sixty years old, dressed casually, yet still looked remarkably spry. Spreading cheese on a slice of bread with his knife and fork, Teklin casually asked, "Floya, I heard you've been learning martial arts lately?" "Yes, Father, I've suddenly become interested in it, so I've been practicing a bit more." "If you're interested, that's fine, but I don't approve of learning too much. As a princess, constantly using knives and guns will only make you a laughingstock." Taking a bite of his bread, Teklin put it down again. "If you really want to learn something for self-defense, you might as well learn magic. There are plenty of magicians in the palace… but you don't seem to like it, do you?" "Yes, martial arts are too easy to get injured. I remember your second brother always coming back with bruises and swelling after practicing swordsmanship; it was worrying." Hearing this, Queen Miev chimed in with a word of advice, handing Florya a plate of fruit salad.

"No, don't worry, I'll be very careful." Flora took the salad, thanked them, and said, "My political studies with Teacher Namford ended half a year ago. Seeing how hard my father has worked all these years, I've always wanted to mature early and share your burdens like my older brothers." "That's right, the children of the Amarkel family are all ambitious!" Teklin put down the bread and smiled. "Over the years, your eldest brother has assisted in government affairs, and your second brother has fought hard on the front lines; both have made outstanding contributions. Although you are a girl, it's good that you have this aspiration." "Hey, we can't let the royal families of the surrounding kingdoms look down on us." Flora smiled and agreed, just about to speak, when a guard entered, bowed to Teklin, and said, "Your Majesty, Bishop Hippo has arrived and is waiting for your audience in the small hall." "This fellow is here?" Teklin's smile vanished, his gentle gaze turning sharp. He was silent for a moment, then relaxed, raised his head, and ordered, "...Never mind, tell Bishop Hippo I'll go see him immediately. Grimm, help me change!" An elderly man with gray hair beside him quickly bowed and agreed, then went out with the guard.

"What a spoilsport..." Teklin muttered to himself, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. He stood up and said to Miev and Floria, "You two continue eating here. I'll go see the guests first." Miev reached out and gently grasped Teklin's palm, her eyes filled with worry. "Your Majesty, although I don't understand politics, everyone knows that the Papacy's power is not what it used to be. Please try to handle this calmly and rationally, and don't cause such a big commotion with the bishop like last time." Patting Miev's hand, Teklin smiled calmly and replied, "My dear, don't worry, I know how to handle it." He leaned down and kissed her cheek before turning and leaving.

"The Papacy?" As soon as Teclin left, Floria immediately turned around and asked in confusion, "Mother, what was that incident between Father and the bishop? I don't know anything about it." "I'm not entirely sure either, but it seems to be about opening a new diocese and donations. Your father got very angry, and I heard he almost kicked Bishop Hippo out on the spot..." "Hmph, that Bishop Hippo is all fat and has a cunning look on his face. You can tell he's not a good person at first glance." Floria sipped her milk and said resentfully, "Our Kingdom of Atlas has been burdened with war for the past few years, and the taxes are already heavy enough. The Papacy does nothing but ask for money. They're so greedy." "He's never satisfied! Father's decision to send him away is absolutely right!" "Don't talk nonsense. What do you, a girl, know?" Queen Miev frowned slightly, stopping Flora from speaking. Looking at her pouting lips, she sighed, her voice softening, "My child, many things aren't as simple as they seem. You're still young; you've only learned the theory, far from the reality. When you're older and gradually participate in politics, you'll understand the complexities and intricacies." "I'm not young anymore; I'm seventeen this year." Flora's earnest expression made Queen Miev smile slightly.

"Yes, our Flora has grown up and become beautiful." Queen Miev, smiling, gently patted Flora's rosy cheeks. Suddenly, she remembered something: "Didn't you love playing with your second brother when you were little? His Majesty just issued a decree summoning him back to Byron. You two will be able to see each other soon." "Really?" Flora stood up excitedly, her clear eyes shining with joy. "I'm so happy! My second brother and I haven't seen each other for four years. I never thought he'd be coming back." "Happy as you are, you still need to finish your meal." Queen Miev smiled and gestured for Flora to sit down, continuing her unfinished breakfast.

"Sigh, that's why it's so much happier when you don't understand anything. Now that I'm older, everything is so restrictive and troublesome." Flora, holding a cup of tea, sat in an old oak chair, sighing. Across the table, an elderly man with snow-white hair sat opposite her, wearing a loose, old gray robe, listening to her complaints with a smile, but remaining silent.

This is the secret chamber at the top of the Astrological Tower, filled with books and various tools. Flora's teacher, Namford, is also a court magician, so the kingdom built this towering building for him outside Byron for magical experiments and divination. Flora comes here to receive Namford's instruction for every lesson, and over time, she has become accustomed to confiding in her teacher, their teacher-student relationship growing increasingly close.

Seeing the depressed Flora, Namford's wrinkles smoothed out, and he smiled, asking, "So, my princess, are you disgusted with your identity?" "Not quite..." Flora denied the question, looking up at the dark roof, appearing somewhat lost. "All I want is for my family to live peacefully and happily. As for myself, it would be nice to go out and adventure. But since I was born into royalty, many things are beyond my control... Not to mention royalty, even poor children from mountain families have to learn to help adults hunt and herd livestock." "Well... being a 'vase princess' who knows nothing and cares about nothing only happens in stories..." "People are bound by worldly rules; no one can completely do whatever they want." After a moment's thought, Namford turned to Flora with a smile, offering words of comfort. "Even your father, who holds all the power in the kingdom, has many worries. Your Highness is surely aware of this. Although power can help you achieve your desires, but..." He stopped abruptly, tilting his head as if listening intently to something.

"What's wrong, teacher?" Flora asked, noticing Namford's strange movement.

"It seems something is moving this way at high speed..." Namford murmured, standing up and looking out the window.

"Really! What is it?" Flora exclaimed in surprise, also standing up and looking out the window. The sky was a clear blue, dotted with a few white clouds, seemingly unremarkable. Just as I was wondering, a very thin white line appeared on the distant horizon and shot toward the astrology tower. The white line was very fast and crossed half the sky in the blink of an eye, reaching the top of the astrology tower. However, its trajectory suddenly changed and it fell toward the astrology tower like a parabola.

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