The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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Philippa's heart pounded violently, but she quickly composed herself. "Ms. Kassalin, how old are you? Why are you still so bored?"

"You're avoiding my questions."

Kasharin stared at Philippa's face.

"No, it's just that your question is so boring."

Philippa shrugged, feigning composure, and said, "How could I possibly like him? He's the one who likes me, which is very distressing for me. Look, 'To Philippa' was created by him to express his feelings to me. As for 'Moonlight,' it was created because he was saddened by my rejection."

"Is that so?"

"Kasha asked."

"of course."

Philippa answered instantly.

"Alright, I understand. In that case, let's leave it at that. I won't bother the Holy Maiden any longer."

Kassalin got up to leave.

"Hey!"

Philippa called out to Kassalin, "You didn't come all this way just to sit for a while and ask these pointless questions, did you?"

"of course not."

Kasharin answered, but after a pause, she suddenly added, "You could say that."

"what?"

Philippa was dumbfounded. "Lady Kassalin, what brings you here to see me?"

"Here's the thing, after Leon was taken back by the Fchester delegation, Her Majesty the Queen noticed that you seemed sullen all the time, so she sent me to find out what was wrong."

Kasharin replied.

"I see... Alright, you've misunderstood. I'm just a little nervous and anxious because I'm not used to suddenly becoming a saintess."

Philippa replied, "It has nothing to do with Leon, don't jump to conclusions."

"Yeah, I got it."

Kashalin nodded. "Then, Your Holiness, I shall take my leave."

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Philippa called out to Kassalin, who was about to leave.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

Kasali stopped in her tracks, puzzled.

"If... I mean if!"

Philippa gestured and said, "If I really liked that human, what would Her Majesty's attitude be?"

"Her Majesty does indeed have a plan concerning you and Leon, but it would be very unfair to the Holy Maiden."

Kasharin answered truthfully.

"It's about me and Leon, and I'm the one who's been wronged?"

Philippa was puzzled.

"Yes."

Kasharin nodded firmly.

"What plan? What contact could I possibly have with him anymore? He probably won't come to Moonlight City again in his lifetime."

Philippa spoke casually, but her ears were very attentive, ready to listen.

“The Fchesters are growing stronger and stronger. Their million-strong army is unstoppable on the western battlefield. If they defeat the western nations, the Fchesters will inevitably turn their attention to the vampires. It is a matter of the survival of the race, so the vampires cannot be forced to wait.”

Kasharin explained, "The vampires need to insert a sharp blade into the heart of Emperor Fchester beforehand, and after careful consideration, marriage is the simplest and most effective method."

"Marriage?"

Philippa focuses on key words.

"Yes, but the empire only has two princes. The Queen thinks Leon is good enough. He is not as ruthless as Leon, but he is intelligent. In addition, he is not as clever as Leon, he is cunning and easier to control."

Kasharin answered.

"So, the blade that pierced the enemy's heart—was me? Her Majesty intends for me to marry into the Guberland family according to Fchester's customs, to become the Princess of Leon, a member of the royal family, and to infiltrate the Hoyle family?"

Philippa's delicate body trembled slightly.

"Yes, but Her Majesty does not wish to sacrifice your happiness, so she sent me to inquire whether you are willing."

Kasharin answered.

"Your Majesty, really... If it's for the fate of the entire vampire race, then what does sacrificing my personal happiness matter!"

Philippa's face was serious, and she cracked her cute little tiger tooth with a forceful gesture, as if the wind was howling and the Yi River was cold. "Where is Her Majesty the Queen? I'll go and discuss it with her myself."

P.S.: The Thorn Forest arc is over. The next volume is the Dragon Icefield arc. Fewer and fewer people are reading it. Thank you to all the subscribers who are still here. Sob sob, thank you so much.

Volume Three: The City of Freedom

Chapter One: The Mysterious Woman

A massive burst of fire erupted from the pitch-black world.

The dark, gaping scene amidst the flames became more concrete.

I am on the deck of a ship. Directly in front of this ship is an even larger ship, and the huge flames are from its giant cannons.

The ship they were on was blasted to pieces by the cannon fire, and wood chips, carrying a pungent smell of burning, exploded around them, sending sparks flying.

Pirates, reeking of foul body odor, boarded the adventure ship, followed by fighting, pleas for mercy, and shouts of abuse.

A masked man leaped out from the swirling sparks, his knife wielding an eerie blade that ruthlessly reaped lives. Finally, the man chased after him.

Then, everything turned crimson.

This is blood—my own, my companions', and that man's.

A thud was heard.

This is because I fell into the water.

The seawater of the Arctic Ocean was extremely cold and bone-chilling; even with the protection of holy light, my hands and feet were still stiff.

The scene is very messy.

suddenly,

A soft, splashing sound came from the water, like ocean waves.

Amidst the clattering sound, her vague consciousness gradually coalesced into a clear point. At that moment, Helena finally felt her body regain sensation and a sense of reality.

This is a cramped cabin. I'm still on the ship, but it's not the same ship I was on at the beginning.

Beside the cabin door sat a beautiful woman with the same black hair and red eyes as herself. She wore a black magician's felt hat with a tall, pointed top, reminiscent of an old-fashioned era from historical documents, and a matching black robe, giving her an air of being shrouded in shadow.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaning lazily against the wall, quietly observing herself. Her eyes were very beautiful, a pair of peach blossom eyes, as if she looked at everyone with charm and deep affection.

"you are?"

Helena hesitated for a moment before finally asking the question aloud in Fitcher.

"Hmm... your savior. Of course, if we have to establish a connection, you can call me great-grandmother."

The retro beauty smiled and replied in Fchester, her voice naturally magnetic and irresistibly alluring. Even Helena, who was also a woman, suddenly felt a flutter in her heart.

But Helena quickly realized something was wrong. She gently rubbed her temples, her rose-red eyes flashing with gold. When she looked at the retro beauty again, although she still felt that she was beautiful, she no longer had that infatuated and intoxicated feeling.

Sure enough, this woman possesses an innate allure.

"My savior...you saved me?"

Helena automatically ignored the teasing behind the retro beauty image.

"Yes, that day you were attacked by pirates, and I happened to be nearby, so I just randomly picked a few lucky ones to rescue."

The retro beauty smiled.

"random?"

Helena straightened her back. "And those people you saved?"

"how could I know."

The retro beauty shrugged. "I don't know her."

"Oh no! Although I don't know who you are, I am very grateful for saving me. I will definitely repay you when I have the chance, but before that, I must find my companions."

Helena quickly got up and, after getting out of bed, she suddenly felt a cool sensation. When she looked down, she saw a patch of white on her body and realized that she was only wearing her underwear.

The woman, meanwhile, was taking in her own figure with a smile in her eyes.

"Where are my clothes?"

Although they were both women, Helena still felt very uncomfortable being stared at like that, so she shrank back into bed.

“You fell into the icy ocean and your clothes got all wet, so I helped you change them. They should be dry now.”

The retro beauty smiled and said, "The clothes you're wearing now are mine, but the top feels a bit big. Sigh—why am I so big and you so small? According to modern human logic, this doesn't make sense."

"What? It's none of my business if you're older! Are you referring to genetics when you talk about logic? That can only be related to blood relations."

Helena's voice was as soft as a nightingale's song, "Where are my clothes? Could you please bring them in for me?"

"Um, okay."

The retro beauty gently waved her hand, and a ripple spread through the air. Then, Helena's clothes floated out of the ripple on their own.

Spatial magic!

Why does she seem to use it so easily and casually!

Is he a demigod?

Or is the innate skill of the spacetime domain?

Helena was stunned.

Helena quickly returned to normal.

Because she was able to rescue herself from those powerful pirates, this woman, no matter how weak she is, can't be that weak!

"Thank you."

Helena didn't say much and quickly put on her clothes.

"May I ask your name, my benefactor?"

After getting dressed, Helena said respectfully.

Although the woman in front of her acted very familiarly and seemed indifferent to her gratitude, Helena felt that she couldn't owe her anything and would definitely make it up to her when the opportunity arose.

"What should I call you...?"

Unexpectedly, when faced with Helena's question, the woman seemed to be stumped, and her face suddenly turned a little pale.

"what happened to you?"

Helena sensed something was wrong and immediately stepped forward with concern. As a priestess, her innate skill was healing, and she felt she could help.

"Hmm... I seem to have suddenly remembered something. How about you call me Alice?"

The woman replied with a smile, indicating that she had already returned to normal.

“Okay…Ms. Alice.”

This can't be a real name, right?

Helena paused for a moment before replying.

"We're currently adrift on the Arctic Ocean. How do you plan to find your companions?"