LRAB Chapter 382 Extra Story·The first meeting with Elizabeth
Chapter 382 Extra Story·The first meeting with Elizabeth
Chapter 382 Extra Story·The first meeting with Elizabeth
The story begins like this:
Elizabeth studied at the Military Academy of the Royal Academy. Most of the military academy is the noble children of Nali, and few civilians or business class students study. People say: the military academy of the Royal Academy has an invisible threshold for admission, and the nobles cannot give up. The most important military power, even the most basic right to study, is unwilling to give up a little.
This reason is obviously wrong, or incomplete; the nobles may not be willing to give in, but under the impetus of the growing parliament and the power of the two parties, the Royal Academy, as the home of the Griffins, will certainly not be inclined to the old school feudal aristocracy.
The real reason is that the military academy's study is very difficult, and the tuition fee required is very high, which is actually comparable to the tuition fee of the magic court, and more than double the normal business school and science school.
Of course, Her Highness Elizabeth does not need to worry about high tuition fees. What she is really worried about is academic difficulties. Leading soldiers needs to learn a lot of theories, and the requirements for royal people are even more frightening.
Maybe she did complain a bit or two before, but not now, because without these academic difficulties she might not have known the boy.
She still remembered that it was an afternoon before the mid-term exam in the middle of the first semester of the first grade. There were always quiet people in the noisy Royal Academy, and Elizabeth, who was troubled by her thesis, was one of them.
"In the consideration of modern warfare, magic is a part that has to be considered. As an excellent commander, you must not only know how to use magic in warfare, but also have a certain understanding of all its principles and costs. This week's homework , a [-]-word thesis on the use of magic in modern warfare will be submitted to me next weekend, at least fifteen citations are required, strictly follow the [Haytham Citation Format Example]... That's it, get out of class!"
In the classroom, the professor's unquestionable words came, and he left the classroom without paying any attention to the mourning students.
Even the perfect smile on the face of Elizabeth, the eldest princess, could not hold back such strict requirements. She endured it for a whole day, and she couldn't help expressing her admiration to these sisters until the tea party with the noble ladies in the afternoon. humbly embraced,
"I shouldn't have taken this course, we haven't even finished learning the basics of military management. And next week I have to face four exams, how can I finish it... I basically know nothing about magic I know, it seems that I can only withdraw from class..."
"Ah, it's rare to hear that Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth is so unconfident."
Among the many aristocratic sisters, a sister who is studying in the third year of the Faculty of Arts smiled and looked at Elizabeth, who is the youngest next year but sitting on the main seat. After a moment of hesitation, she recommended a "possible helper" to Elizabeth. ,
"But don't worry too much, I actually have a helper here... I have a distant cousin who came to Saint Nari recently to study. His name is Trundle, and he is studying in business school. He doesn't want to live with us, so he lives in the city. I rented a house in the area and shared it with a student from the Magic Academy."
Speaking of this, the elder sister introduced the relationship between her family as if nothing had happened, while slowly leading to the topic,
"His shared roommate is not simple. He is No. 1 in the Magic Academy Entrance Examination, and he has taken a full course plus three elective courses just after he was in the first grade. Let him finish all the content when he passed the test, it was his own request..."
"I heard from Trundle that the child was born in poverty. Your Highness can write to him for help, and he will definitely help you."
Before she could finish her words, the other sisters next to her laughed, covered their mouths and laughed,
"Shouldn't this kind of suggestion be avoided, let Her Royal Highness Elizabeth write a letter to a poor student asking him to help him complete an academic paper? Isn't it too embarrassing to spread it? Or do you just want Her Royal Highness Elizabeth to lose this person?"
"No...no, how dare you?"
This made the elder sister who offered the suggestion turn pale, and quickly laughed awkwardly, explaining in this way.
Well, maybe she really didn't think carefully enough. It might not matter if she was a child of another nobleman, but Her Royal Highness Elizabeth absolutely can't do this...
Elizabeth also knew that she was unintentional, so she didn't pursue it further. Instead, she gently smoothed things over and asked,
"I'll think about it. What's his name?"
"Ah, Fisher! Fisher Benavidez, that's the name. Trundle mentioned it so many times, so I remember..."
Elizabeth smiled, but everyone knew that it was impossible for this highness to write a letter to inquire about academic papers, after all, her status as the eldest princess was still here.
"Okay everyone, let's stop complaining here. I'm going to church to pray. Farewell, ladies."
"Goodbye, Your Highness."
The Mother God Sect is the state religion of Nali. In other words, all countries in the Western Continent are deeply influenced by the Mother God Church, but the churches in several countries are different.
In order to show the closeness between the royal family and the church, Elizabeth's external gentle personality makes it better for her to add the identity of a "pious believer of the mother goddess", which will make the public feel closer and like her.
It's just that Elizabeth may wonder in her heart, what is the effect of doing so.
It is impossible for Nali's princess to inherit the throne anyway, so what if the people love her?
The answer is, as a political resource, the political resource of marriage.
One day in the future, when the father needs to support a reliable noble or other force, it may be a new star of the Griffin Party, or someone who is a pioneer of the new party, in order to gain the support of the people, He might marry himself off to those people to strengthen the Golden Palace's ties to them.
Elizabeth understood that this was her best destiny.
She may have some complaints in her heart, but she also understands the difficulties of the royal family or her father, and understands the difficulty of change. Maybe she is indeed a little resigned to her fate, so she plays the role of a gentle and friendly eldest princess until she and a stranger Gentlemen marry for the rest of their lives.
On that day, she took a carriage to the largest church in Saint-Nari to pray.
In front of the spacious prayer hall, like thousands of churches, there is a statue of a kind and kind mother goddess, who quietly watches the crowd who come to pray below.
In the church, the voice of the bishop recited the congratulations loudly, and those devout believers sat on the wooden chairs, quietly closed their eyes and made a standard prayer posture, feeling the call of the mother god who seemed to be nothing.
Many people are used to seeing Her Royal Highness at this time. Even the bishop greeted her. When she sat down and was about to start praying, she suddenly realized that the other end of the wooden chair she was sitting on was There was another quiet prayer.
It was a quiet and handsome young man. His short black hair and three-dimensional facial features unique to the Nali all showed his identity as a mixed Kadunali. What really attracted Elizabeth was the Royal Academy uniform he was wearing.
Yes, the Royal Academy actually has school uniforms, but no one wears them except the academics at the academy, most of them wear private clothes.
But the Royal Academy, which represents the Institute of New Thought, should have very few followers of the Mother Goddess, especially when wearing such a conspicuous Royal Academy uniform.
Elizabeth glanced at the fairly standard prayer posture of the closed-eyed young man, and couldn't help but suspect that the person in front of her was actually a speculator.
He probably knows that he has to come here to pray every week. He is proud of his good-looking skin, so he specially put on a school uniform that shows that he is from the same school as himself, and came here to pretend to pray, hoping to get in touch with His Highness the Princess...
Elizabeth could not be blamed for being sentimental, she had indeed seen too many such people.
She could have ignored it, but she didn't know if it was because of the critical thinking of the "personality" on the carriage, she suddenly pointed to the other party's prayer posture rather unkindly, and reminded,
"Fingers in prayer for the Mother God are all crossed, your prayer posture is wrong."
The handsome gentleman just by looking at her profile ignored her. It was only after several seconds that he realized that the other party was talking to him.
He glanced sideways at Elizabeth with his stern face, then turned his head indifferently, and replied perfunctorily,
"I am not praying to the Mother God, so the posture is correct, and I am not a believer in the Mother God, Your Highness."
Elizabeth was slightly taken aback. She looked at the man's fingers in front of her, only to realize that he had bent his middle finger standardly without crossing it, and in the teachings, the longest finger represented the mother goddess.
He was praying for someone else.
"A believer who is not a mother god but comes to church to pray?"
"You are not a believer in the Mother God, why did you come here?"
Elizabeth's pupils narrowed slightly, not knowing how to see through her personality, she wanted to continue to ask, but saw him put an index finger in front of her lips to signal her to keep silent.
this man
Elizabeth ignored his silence, and asked in a low voice,
"How do you know?"
The man glanced at her speechlessly, and explained helplessly,
"A truly devout believer will be very focused even if he closes his eyes and prays, but when you close your eyes, you are just in a daze. At least you are not devout?"
"You were looking at me just now?"
Elizabeth didn't ask any more questions, instead she suddenly smiled slightly, and Godlin's golden face immediately burst into unimaginable charm, making the young man in front of him blink his eyes, and replied a little dullly,
"You are Her Royal Highness, of course you are very concerned by others, and I am no exception."
"so…"
They didn't talk anymore, and both bowed their heads in prayer, neither quite devout.
That young boy was praying for someone very devoutly, but his posture was not that standard; his own posture was obviously so standard and no flaws could be seen, but he was not devout at all in his heart.
Elizabeth, who closed her eyes, was suddenly a little curious, whether the handsome young man next to her would peek at her again while her eyes were closed.
"The mother god said, be pious, be kind, and be selfless..."
The teachings of the bishop above turned into the Gospel, Elizabeth quietly opened her eyes, and looked to the side uncontrollably—it seemed to be the first time for her to act like this, regardless of human settings, obviously this kind of behavior It would not be a good thing to spread "impious" things, but for some reason, Elizabeth was sure that the other party would not say it.
They seem to have some kind of unexplainable tacit understanding, obviously it is only the first time they meet, just like at this moment.
When Elizabeth opened her eyes and secretly turned her head to look at the man beside her, the man who was praying also opened her eyes at the same time, and both of them subconsciously looked towards the person who was at a distance beside them, so they both I saw the movement of the opponent turning his head...
Elizabeth had nothing to dodge, she just opened her mouth to look at the other person, and the young man in front of her also looked at her neither humble nor overbearing, but retreated a little distance under the gaze of her slightly flickering, piercing golden eyes.
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They didn't have extra dialogue, but they were all a little surprised that the other party would make the same actions as themselves.
Elizabeth, in order not to embarrass the other party, and the young man in front of her, in order not to overstep and offend the princess, they all seemed to want to get up and leave at the same time, because the prayer seemed to be over, so they stood up at the same time.
Seeing the other party's actions converge again, Elizabeth couldn't help smiling anymore, but it made the very scholarly and extremely restrained Nali gentleman in front of her more embarrassed. Elizabeth took the initiative to be a "gentleman" and said,
"you first."
"Thank you."
He was not polite, he stood up and walked towards the bishop in front, and handed an envelope to the bishop. Elizabeth recognized that it was a [Confession], which is usually written by a living person to a deceased relative and handed over to the bishop for a confession. The word also means that he has a relative who is a devout follower of the mother goddess, who was buried in the church and buried under the seat of the mother goddess forever.
After the bishop nodded kindly, Elizabeth and the young gentleman did not look at each other silently until the gentleman left the church through the main entrance.
Sensing the departure of the young gentleman from the same school, Elizabeth stood up in silence for a moment and walked towards the bishop. A devout donated some money like that.
No one could see the true thoughts of this "perfect follower of the Mother Goddess", except for the gentleman just now.
Maybe he did it on purpose, wanting to take advantage of the royal family?
But that weird tacit understanding couldn't make Elizabeth think that way.
She just followed behind the bishop, talking while watching him holding the message from the young gentleman to the wall at the back of the church which was made up of stone boxes, each of which was engraved with The letter, which contains the ashes of devout believers of the mother god, the bishop is responsible for burning the confession sent by the family members, so as to ensure that the family members' thoughts can reach the kingdom of the mother god and be known to them.
At the corner of the stone wall, the bishop shook the envelope in front of a stone box, and whispered,
"The messenger of the mother god, your mortal relatives express their sincere thoughts to you, and may you sleep peacefully in the kingdom of the mother god."
Elizabeth's golden eyes looked, but saw a single line of words engraved on the stone box,
[Thank you for giving me a home when I am lonely, even if you are gone and I am alone again, you will always be my family. 】
[In memory of: Teresa Benavides, a great and pious nun]
【Fisher Benavides】
Elizabeth looked at the words on the small tombstone, and the "family" in the words seemed to glow, causing her golden eyes to suddenly splash with layers of ripples.
She took a deep breath, and looked at the church behind her, where the young gentleman had long disappeared; but a second later, she seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned her head to look at the name on the tombstone.
"Fischer Benavides?"
"What did you say, Your Highness?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Thank you for your teaching, Bishop, I will take my leave first."
"You are welcome, Your Highness."
Elizabeth smiled perfectly, but involuntarily quickened her pace, and left here briskly.
(End of this chapter)