27. The Perfect Eldest Princess (Vote Please~)

Aderel’s Perspective.

Unlike the Elven Saintess Izaelis, who could quickly retreat under the protection of foreign heretics and likely fall into a peaceful feigned death as soon as she calmed down, Aderel, the second princess of the Rodlan Kingdom, was threatened by the “facts” and could only watch helplessly as Izaelis, the “heretic” who had stolen her “power” and thrown the entire kingdom into chaos, departed.

Why was her teacher, Ludwig, who was already the “Sword Saint” of the kingdom, unable to deal with even two fairy emissaries this time? Why, at such a critical moment, did her teacher hesitate about whether to take action!? If only her teacher had been a bit more decisive, wouldn’t the demoness Izaelis have been unable to see the sun of tomorrow?

There were many complaints she wanted to voice, but Aderel shook her head and chose not to dwell on them.

Rather than blaming her teacher’s actions, it was better to reflect on her own hasty and inadequate preparations. Moreover, the matter had already passed; Izaelis was surely now smugly coiled up in her residence, protected inside and out by those followers and knights who had long been deceived by her, likely muddled in their thoughts, contemplating how to eliminate this heretic without exposing her own deeds. That was the pressing issue at hand.

Unfortunately, Aderel felt that this time, she had no “good solutions.” As the second princess of the Rodlan Kingdom, although she could enjoy powers and status unimaginable to ordinary elves, figuring out how to eliminate Izaelis and seize the “power” she currently possessed was a problem that required utmost caution. At least for now, Aderel felt that on her own, she had no chance of perfectly eliminating this heretic and taking her power.

So, after a sleepless night, consumed by thoughts and unable to eat, Edrel fell into a subconscious slumber, and upon waking the next day, she resolved to use her last resort—seeking out a “helper” she was not particularly keen to ask for assistance, to join forces and eliminate the enchantress of this kingdom.

At this moment, within the royal city of the Rodlan Empire, Princess Edrel, dressed in plain clothes and secretly arrived here, had no intention of making a fuss or lingering. The moment she arrived, she demanded to meet the other party.

“Where is my sister?”

The elven maid before her was startled by Princess Edrel’s appearance, but the next moment, she blushed.

“The eldest princess is resting…”

Edrel couldn’t care less about why the elf was blushing; her heart was filled with urgency.

“So that means she’s at her residence, right? Take me there.” After a pause, Edrel added a command, “Hurry up.”

After finding herself with no way to eliminate the saintess for the time being, the “helper” Edrel chose did not require much concealment regarding her identity. That was her sister—the kingdom’s eldest princess, Urasilu.

The significance of being the eldest princess was self-evident; theoretically, as soon as the king of this kingdom, their father, closed his eyes for the last time, the kingdom would become hers. However, Edrel was not too eager to engage with her sister, not because of any troublesome matters like “who will inherit,” but for a much simpler and purer reason.

Because her sister was too “perfect.”

The identity of the eldest princess was already a tremendous natural advantage; her devout faith in “order” meant she did not fall short of that beguiling enchantress in this regard. Beauty, character, strength, intellect, talents… everything Edrel could think of, her sister had achieved perfectly.

She was like a chosen one, born with the mission of “perfection,” and this purity of perfection was so overwhelming that Edrel, who was in pursuit of “power,” could not even muster the thought of “taking it away.”

But now, the dilemma she faced could no longer be avoided by shying away from her sister; she had to tell her.

As her chaotic thoughts subsided, relying on her identity, Edrel finally met the sister who, for other elves, would require an appointment that could take ten days to half a month to see—the elven princess, Urasilu.

“Sister, what brings you here in such a hurry?”

The noble and elegant princess sat before Edrel.

In contrast to her own preference for men’s clothing, Edrel’s sister was the epitome of a “princess” in her attire. Rarely did anyone witness her emotional fluctuations; even now, in the presence of her sister, she maintained an expression devoid of any ripples.

“Big sister, I did something.”

Knowing they both disliked waiting and pleasantries, once the servant left and the elven sisters were alone, Edrel spoke plainly.

“But, I failed.”

“Is she still alive?”

The princess finally lifted her head, and it was clear that she and Aiderel had reached a silent understanding, a connection that needed no words to reveal the truth.

“Very much alive. She’s currently with a few heretics from other races, and this involves some exchanges that I can’t speak of.”

“I’ve heard that Izalis has recently changed her guards,” the princess replied, her gaze fixed on Aiderel. “You’re too anxious.”

“Tsk…”

It was frustrating, but… her sister wasn’t wrong, and Aiderel had no way to refute that.

“I’m sorry… I want you to help me, big sister.”

In response, Aiderel was met with silence. However… she dared to seek out her sister, so she had no worries about the content of her reply.

For her perfect sister, the longer the silence lingered, the more it indicated her careful contemplation.

After a long while, Aiderel finally heard the elf before her speak.

“Aiderel, you cannot shatter faith; that is the ‘order’ of the kingdom. However… I can intervene from another angle.”

“!? “

“Before she became the saint of the kingdom, representing ‘order,’ she was also a subject of the kingdom. Therefore, she has an inescapable fate.”

Before Aiderel could clarify her sister’s cryptic statement, she noticed her raising her voice slightly, addressing someone outside the door.

“Silver Knight, please come in.”

In the next moment, a tall, handsome elf entered through the door.

Aiderel recognized him: after all, unlike the white knights within the palace who protected important figures, this elf was clad in silver, a mark of his authority over the white knights. He commanded all the white knights in the royal city, holding a position akin to that of a “knight commander.”

Aiderel had no interest in such men, nor in these matters, but she had heard that he was already the dream lover of many young girls.

“Silver Knight.”

Looking at the man who knelt on one knee, the princess spoke, “Do you… hold the kingdom’s saint in great esteem?”

“Uh?” The man looked up in shock at first, but then he readily agreed, “That’s right!”

“Well then, to thank you for your ongoing dedication, I would like to offer you a little assistance with your feelings and give you some opportunities to fulfill your wishes, Sir Silver Knight. Please return and prepare a bit; I will make arrangements for you afterward.”

“…Yes!”

With the departure of the elven knight, Edrel suddenly came to a realization!

Looking back at her sister, she remained as calm and elegant as ever.

“There are many ways to eliminate the ‘heretic,’ sister.”

Not a single word of anger was spoken, yet the plan she conveyed sent a chill down Edrel’s spine. Indeed, this might be what “perfection” looks like.

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