bookbashuk Chapter 154 The Spread of News and the Princesses' Different Reactions
Chapter 154 The Spread of News and the Princesses' Different Reactions
Kingdom of Britta, Kingdom Training Grounds.
Natasha has just finished a high-intensity tempering of her blazing sun battle aura.
Her skin was covered with fine beads of sweat, which shimmered with a healthy glow in the sunlight.
Her smooth muscle lines rose and fell slightly with her breathing, her body exuding a powerful and wild beauty that, combined with her bright and striking features, created a captivating charm.
Her personal maid and swordsmanship sparring partner, a young woman of similar skill, was wiping her back with a soft cloth soaked in a special medicinal solution.
At the same time, he whispered a report about the news that had just been received from the magical communication crystal and was circulating among the upper echelons of the continent.
When she heard "Prophet Lynn," Natasha paused slightly as she wiped her arm.
She accepted the magical image from the lady-in-waiting.
In the scene, Lynn stands on the stage of a Belgrade shop, surrounded by several women of different styles, all of whom are stunning.
The elven queen's lively and vivacious nature, the mature and beautiful enlightenment of truth, the aloofness of the silver-haired elf, the naivety of the red-haired girl, the wildness of the catgirl, and even the dwarf mechanic and the vampire girl...
This lineup is ridiculously luxurious.
Lynn himself, standing among them, was not overshadowed; on the contrary, he exuded a strange, composed aura, as if he were naturally the center of it all.
Natasha's golden eyes narrowed slightly.
Her gaze didn't linger on the beautiful women, but rather focused on Lynn's expression and eyes.
It was a look she rarely saw in the men around her.
It was not a greedy possession, nor a hypocritical humility, but a frank self-confidence, and... a natural, almost equal acceptance and gentleness towards those around him.
This was completely different from the way her father, William III, looked at her.
Her father looked at her as if she were a perfect, precious artifact meant to pass on the "strongest bloodline," his gaze filled with calculation, expectation, and an unquestionable desire for control.
"Heh..." Natasha suddenly let out a very soft chuckle.
"Interesting," she murmured to herself, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Your Highness?" the female official asked, somewhat puzzled.
Natasha walked to the full-length mirror at the edge of the training room and looked at her own figure in the mirror, which was both spirited and bound by invisible shackles.
She recalled the marriage agreement her father had mentioned not long ago—to marry her own biological father and become a canary with broken wings.
A chilling sense of disgust and nausea welled up inside me.
What she seeks is to be like her ancestors, using the sword in her hand and the blazing sun in her heart to expand her territory, prove the way of martial arts, and win true glory and freedom!
Instead of being reduced to breeding machines, locked in glamorous cages, just to perpetuate that disgusting "purity of bloodline"!
And this Lynn...
He dared to challenge the entire aristocratic system, proposed the concept of "Great Harmony," and actually began to put it into practice in the Hanhe Basin.
He was able to gather so many women of noble status and extraordinary strength around him, who were clearly not forced but voluntarily following him.
He himself seems to possess considerable strength and... a certain unique charm.
"At least,"
"He looks much better than that old man whose brain is filled with nothing but blood and power struggles, and who has no real ambition or spirit."
Natasha looked at herself in the mirror, a rebellious smile playing on her lips.
"A man like that deserves it..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but a flame ignited in her golden eyes.
It wasn't a fighting spirit, but a mixture of curiosity, assessment, and a subtle, almost imperceptible longing for another possibility.
Perhaps, she should do something before the wedding in two months.
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Kingdom of Losaran, Britanbell, Tide Palace, Seaside Terrace.
"Pah! Disgusting! Vulgar! Shameless!"
Princess Vivian was looking at a copy of "Continental Anecdotes Weekly," which vividly described the grand opening of Belgrade and included magical illustrations.
Her face flushed red with anger, and her azure eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.
She had just finished her morning class on court etiquette—one of her least favorite subjects.
Just when she was looking for something fun to relax, she saw this report that infuriated her.
"What the heck! Surrounded by so many girls!"
"And they're all from different races!"
"That guy named Lynn is a total womanizer! A total lecher!"
"That's absolutely disgusting!!"
Vivian slammed the weekly magazine to the ground, and, still not satisfied, stomped on Lynn's illustration twice.
"Men should have healthy kidneys... Pshaw! How can anyone say something like that! So vulgar! So low-class!"
She angrily sat back in the recliner, hugged a huge cushion, and buried her face in it.
But images of her father Charlie and her gentle, beautiful mother, whose appearance had become blurred in her memory, involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
Although my father was a warmonger with a violent temper, he was extremely good to my mother.
After his mother passed away, his father never remarried and rarely mentioned other women.
His love and longing seemed to have sunk to the deepest part of the endless sea along with his mother.
In Vivian's heart, love should be like that of her father and mother—unique to each other, unwavering in their devotion, and bound together through life and death.
Even if they are separated by distance, even if they are forever separated by death, that feeling is pure, complete, and indivisible.
"How can one person's love be divided among so many people?" Vivian said sullenly to the pillow.
"That's not true love at all! It's just greed! It's just lust!"
"Like..."
"Like those naughty kids who already have so many beautiful seashells, but always want to find even prettier starfish and sea urchins!"
Her impression of the "prophet Lynn" she had never met plummeted instantly.
What's the use of being good-looking? What's the use of being a good cook?
Having many beautiful women around you is not an advantage, but rather a major disadvantage!
"Father is still the best!" Vivian concluded.
"Although he can be fierce at times, he's loyal, reliable, and a man of his word!"
"Hmph, once Father defeats that womanizing bastard, I won't want him to be my cook!"
"That will only pollute my kitchen!"
Just then, the curtain on the terrace was gently lifted.
A girl about the same age as Vivian, with the same light blue hair and lively, bright eyes, peeked in.
She is Lydia, Vivian's best friend and playmate, who comes from a family of naval officers.
"Vivian! What are you angry about again? Your face is all puffed up like a pufferfish!" Lydia walked in with a grin, holding a small pendant that shimmered with magical light.