Wendy’s gaze lingered for a moment on that golden armor, and only one thought came to mind.
‘It’s too blinding.’
Before he could speak, Astreia had already set down her cutlery.
Her cold voice betrayed no emotion.
“Daphne: Macary, noisy flies are not welcome at my dining table.”
With that single sentence, she defined the other woman’s existence as a bothersome pest.
Hearing this, the business-like smile on Daphne: Macary’s face didn’t change at all, as if she hadn’t heard a word Astreia said.
Her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Wendy with great interest, completely treating Astreia as if she were thin air.
“Prince Wendy,” she said, her voice cloyingly sweet and carrying a mysterious sense of superiority.
“I’ve looked at your records and heard of your deeds. You’re a smart man; you should know that a clever bird chooses the best branch to perch on.”
She extended one finger adorned with a magnificent gemstone ring and pointed contemptuously at Astreia.
“What future is there staying beside this malformed, ugly woman? Look at her. Aside from those two heavy lumps of fat on her chest, what else does she have? She walks like a cow. On a battlefield, she can’t even run fast. She’ll only drag you down.”
“Our Makari Empire is the strongest! A backwater place like Valoran is in a constant state of war; its sun set long ago. Just nod your head, and I’ll immediately name you my Princess Consort!”
“Money, status, and power—I can give you everything she could never give you in a lifetime! Stop following this fool who only knows how to use brute force. An exquisite piece of art like you should be placed in the most magnificent palace for me to enjoy alone.”
After those words fell, the air in the entire restaurant seemed to be sucked dry.
Astreia’s originally cold eyes instantly narrowed, and the surrounding temperature became bone-chillingly cold.
Beside her, Laxana stood up abruptly, small arcs of electricity already crackling at her fingertips, looking ready to strike at any moment.
Seeing this, Wendy’s heart skipped a beat, thinking something was wrong.
He quickly pressed down on the nearly-exploding Laxana and Astreia, speaking up before the two women could act.
The Prince asked with the expression of an innocent, curious child, “Wow, your armor is so golden and shiny! It’s just like high-ranking Temple Knights!”
Seeing Wendy initiate conversation, Daphne assumed her words had worked.
A look of pride appeared on her face.
“You have good eyes. That’s right. Not only am I the Princess of Makari, but I’m also a probationary member of the Temple Knights. As long as you’re with me, you can share in this honor too!”
However, Wendy looked as if he had thought of something, and a confused expression appeared on his face.
“Temple Knights? I heard… to maintain pure faith in the Gods, you aren’t allowed to marry, right?”
He scratched his head and continued in an innocent tone.
“Then… do you all like to play as lesbians in private, just like the White-robed Priestesses of the Saint Academy?”
“You… you bastard!”
Daphne reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly exploding in anger.
“We’re Temple Knights, not those old virgins who serve the Gods for a lifetime! Of course we can get married! So our preferences are completely different from those priests!”
Halfway through, she stopped abruptly, realizing she had fallen into a linguistic trap.
“You!”
She looked at Wendy with shock and anger, only to find that there wasn’t a hint of innocence left on his face.
Wendy rubbed his smooth chin and chuckled mischievously.
Then, he intentionally drew out his words, speaking loudly to the entire restaurant in a meaningful tone.
“Oh—!”
“So, the preferences of you Temple Knights and the priests are different! Are you saying that your Temple Knights can marry, while the White-robed Priestesses of the Saint Academy are the ones who actually play as lesbians, is that right?”
Daphne’s pretty face instantly turned the color of pig liver.
She stuttered in defense, “I… I didn’t say that!”
Wendy suddenly took a step forward, staring intently into her eyes.
His voice turned cold.
“But that’s exactly what you meant, isn’t it!”
Terrified by his imposing aura, Daphne took a step back.
She subconsciously turned her head, wanting to ask the surrounding people for help.
However, what she saw were faces wearing sweet smiles, but filled with schadenfreude.
Everyone present was a student of the Mage Academy!
Their daily work involved either dissecting rats, bats, or squatting in corners drawing circles to curse others.
Every one of them was incredibly petty and never minded making a scene bigger.
Furthermore, the Mage Academy and the Saint Academy were natural enemies.
At this moment, the fact that they hadn’t cast a Curse on Daphne was considered restraint.
How could they possibly step forward to help?
A large group of people carried their trays and moved closer inconspicuously.
While elegantly cutting the food on their plates, they took great pleasure in watching Daphne make a fool of herself.
Although they maintained Noble etiquette on the surface, secretly, these onlookers—especially the female students—were trembling with excitement.
The fire of gossip burned brightly in their eyes!
Until now, everyone had only speculated in private that those pretentious holy frauds at the Saint Academy liked to resolve their physical needs internally.
They never expected it!
Today, it was actually confirmed through the mouth of a probationary Temple Knight!
If this got out, wouldn’t it make the commoners’ eyes pop out of their heads?
In the future, when they returned to their hometowns and had afternoon tea with their friends, they could casually say, “Oh, that certain Priest so-and-so from the Sanctuary? Let me tell you, she likes…”
How much face would that bring!
Daphne wasn’t a total fool either.
She rolled her eyes and immediately changed the subject.
“You… stop talking nonsense here! I’m a famous heartbreaker in the Academy! The boys I’ve pursued could line up from here to the Academy gates! I don’t know how many men out there are crying and begging for me to chase them!”
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but frown in disgust.
They had seen shamelessness, but never to this extent.
Wendy thought for a moment and suddenly gave a mischievous laugh.
“I think when you pursued those boys, you must have been wearing this golden armor of yours, right?”
Daphne was stunned.
“Yes, so what?” she asked, confused.
“Then that’s it.”
Wendy snapped his fingers stylishly, looking at her with a contemptuous gaze that saw through everything.
“Silly girl, do you really think those boys were interested in you as a person? They were just interested in your golden armor, that’s all!”
“As long as you’re driving a Mercedes—oh, no—as long as you’re riding a BMW, they don’t care if you’re eight or eighty! If you don’t believe me, let’s make a bet.”
The Prince smiled slightly.
“If you can pick up any boy while riding a donkey, I’ll publicly announce that I’m dating you!”