Female Knight and Male Princess

"My Lord Saint, the blessing ceremony is over and you can get up."

Taylor tried to stand up, because his legs were numb after a long time of bowing. There was a stabbing pain in his knee, and he stood upright staggeringly, and he was about to stagger to the ground because of an unstable body.

"Master Saint!" The priest who came to announce hurriedly supported the boy.

"I'm fine." Tyler brushed away the priest's hand coldly. "Where is Mox? He has his magic lesson today."

The young priest was worried. Although he was a saint, Taylor was only an eleven-year-old child. Kneeling under the idol like this for a whole morning every day, how could the child's body be able to eat. In addition to the routine blessings, Taylor also needs to learn all kinds of knowledge that the saint must master, and the heavy schoolwork makes him exhausted. And such a saintly lady still has to maintain her pride and dignity, and she refuses to show a trace of weakness.

Even though he was worried, the priest knew that the saint’s life would not be his turn to beak, and he replied with a respectful voice: "Master Moxe specifically confessed, you don’t have to go to class for the time being."

"Oh?" Taylor raised his eyebrows, and Mox was the chief priest of the temple and Taylor's actual instructor. He is already very old, harsh and demanding. In order to train Taylor to be a good saint, Mox almost taught Taylor in a cruel way, "What happened?" Mox will make the decision to suspend the course, there can only be something else matter.

"The Duke of Leon is here to visit, Lord Morx invites you to the reception room."

It's the uncle here, which is really strange.

Taylor's face remained unchanged, neither joy nor surprise. Except for his uncle, his uncle is his closest relative in the world. In retrospect, after his mother's funeral, he and this Robert. The Duke of Leon hasn't seen him for almost a year.

With a creak, the door was gently opened. The man in the purple robe stood up and looked at the beautiful boy outside the door.

"Uncle." Tyler smiled intimately and greeted Robert gracefully.

"Taylor, dear." Robert wanted to give Taylor a hug, but was avoided by the boy without a trace. He reached out to Robert and motioned for the Duke to kiss his hand. The man couldn't help but froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered, "Honey, you have grown taller."

Taylor did not respond, but instead looked at Mox, who was sitting silently on the side: "Mox, has today's magic lesson been cancelled?"

"Yes, my lord." Mox stood up. "The Duke hopes to have a good chat with you. You haven't seen you in a long time. Besides, your performance in the magic class is very good. If you want, tomorrow's class You can also cancel." The old man walked out the door immediately, "I won't bother."

Taylor smiled and watched Moxe go away, before sitting down in his chair: "You don't need to do this. It's not easy to let Moxie give me a day off."

Robert couldn't help but laughed: "Indeed, he is very persistent. I can only bring him out as the head of the Leon family to make him succumb." He looked at Taylor, "He is a competent teacher. Resentful, Taylor."

"Of course not, there is nothing rude to Mox."

"I know you will be very hard." Robert put away the smile on his face. "When Mary was a saint, every time I came to visit her, her legs were bruised." He immediately realized that he didn't. She should have mentioned her sister, and quickly changed the subject, "Lenie had her twelfth birthday last week, and she asked me to say hello to you."

"It's a pity that I can't go see her." Taylor didn't hear what Robert had said before. "You should be very busy. I have a good time in the temple. You don't need to worry."

After a long silence, Robert said a little bit difficultly: "You don't want to see me, do you? Tyler, you, blame me?"

"You laughed." Tyler lowered his eyelashes. "How could I blame you?"

Robert smiled bitterly: "If it weren't for my teaching, Mary wouldn't be so enthusiastic about the inheritance of the saint, nor would you..."

"It's not your fault." Taylor interrupted. "The Leon family has taught the saint like that for generations. Besides, it has nothing to do with the mother's faith."

This is just a way to maintain the nobility of the false saint family. Every selected saint has been instilled with extremely fanatical beliefs. They have the mission of playing the perfect saint, and they hope to give birth to a true saint throughout their lives. This is also the reason why Queen Margaret collapsed immediately after Taylor's twin sister died suddenly.

Even if the Slate Oracle later admitted Taylor's status as a saint, she would not accept her son. Yes, the saint is actually a man, what a ridiculous and incredible thing. If Taylor were to stand on the street in men's clothing and proclaim that he was a saint, no one would believe it.

What I complain about is not the curse and indifference from my mother. Even if she wants a loving mother to treat me like that, what can she do? The empire needs saints. In any case, I must put on a skirt and stand in the temple to receive thousands of people.

The glory of the saint began to ferment from the moment when the forces of darkness were defeated in 300 years. People respected her as the spokesperson of the gods in the world. At first, she was just a spiritual leader in wartime. Later, the saint was gradually given greater power. No one knows where this rumor originated. In the elapsed time, the saint became the supreme existence above the imperial power. People believe in that mysterious woman and think she can protect everything on the mainland.

Members of the Leon family knew how such rumours could be true. No one knows the true power of the first saints, but at least, for every fake saint since then, they are just crazy and sad puppets.

The irony is that Westland has actually maintained peace and tranquility for three hundred years, just as people had hoped. There is no war, no killing, not even the destructive natural disasters. This is the blessing of the Lord Saint, countless people believe in this way, and they believe in that mysterious woman even more.

If we say that at the beginning, the Leon family and the royal family allowed to exaggerate the power of the saint because of political needs. Then the follow-up development is something they can't predict and stop.

How could the false saint have the power to protect the entire realm of West, but no one dared to ask this question. They can only see that the lie is getting bigger and bigger and more real.

"The goddess will finally come, and it is in charge of God's will.

The dense forest opens, the abyss is boiling, the past is the future, and the future is the past.

It is supreme, it transcends everything, it comes from a distance, it disappears in the long night. "

The oracle engraved on the stone slab is their only hope, and the saint will come again. Only this hopeless and ethereal prophecy can comfort them a little, and comfort the crooks at the top of the Ambrech Empire.

"None of us have the right to resent other people." The young Taylor had already understood it, because I was also part of the lie. A true saint? Compared with the people's hope for the saint, I am not really a saint.

Taylor stood up: "Uncle, rest assured, I will become a qualified saint. That summoning spell, Mox said I can start learning. When I successfully summon a warrior from another world, you don't need to worry anymore. NS."

"I didn't come here because of this..."

But before Robert had finished speaking, Taylor walked out: "Goodbye, uncle." He didn't even look at the man again.

Taylor woke up from his dream, he did not expect that he had dreamed of his uncle. It's been many years, he hasn't seen that man in many years. He once rejected the man's concern with cold words, and later, the man no longer insisted on visiting him in the temple.

"That's fine, Taylor." He remembered Robert saying that the last time he saw his uncle in the temple, "I don't know how warm spring is, so winter will not be difficult."

After that, their only meeting was at a major ceremony in the palace. After that, Taylor heard that the Duke of Leon's health was getting worse and worse. Uncle, he is already old.

As the eldest son of the last Duke of Leon, Robert is much older than his two younger sisters. He almost watched Margaret and Edith grow up, and Margaret's madness was also educated by him.

"Heh..." Taylor chuckled softly. The past days seemed to be far away from him. In fact, it was only half a year ago, he was still in that huge temple. I already know how warm spring is, uncle.

Tyler put on a dress casually, wanting to go to the yard to get some breath. The night was deep and the whole hotel was silent, and Taylor suddenly noticed that the lights were still on in Orville's room.

"Orville." Taylor knocked on the door of Orville's room. "Are you still asleep?"

After a while, Orville opened the door, and the young man frowned: "Your Highness, it's so late, why are you still upset?"

"Have a dream." Tyler strolled into Orville's room. There was a lamp on the table, and under the dim light, there was an unfinished letter. "Who is it for?" Tyler asked casually.

"Daniel." Orville folded the letter paper. "It's the manuscript."

"Do you have any eyebrows?" Taylor couldn't help feeling a little frustrated at the thought of this annoying matter.

"Not yet." Orville shook his head regretfully. "Daniel wrote to say that he has left Cayenne City. If he were to come forward, the chance of finding him would be higher."

"Greetings to him for me." Tyler couldn't help recalling Mox in his dream. For him, Mox was a very long time past. The stern old man died when he was fifteen years old, and it was his disciple Daniel who took over the post of great priest.

"Okay, Your Highness." Orville hesitated, considering whether to tell Tyler the rumors he heard yesterday.

"What's the matter?" Taylor noticed the young man's hesitant expression.

"Nothing." The young man smiled, "It won't be long before we can reach Lihaibao."

"Yeah." Tyler looked out the window. "It's almost..."

All this is about to end.

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