Lina was arranged to go rest.
From this moment on, no maid in the Demon King’s Castle dared to speak ill of Lina again.
Even Erasia, who also served as head maid, could not help but look at her with newfound respect.
“Why?”
After the court session ended, in a room at the rear, the two continued the conversation from earlier.
“Why?” Movira pondered the question for a moment. “At the very beginning, her fear was natural. After all, before that, she had never been so close to a ‘demon’.”
Movira seemed to deliberately emphasize the word “demon,” but Seraphina no longer minded it—at least not at the moment…
“And her learning ability is truly exceptional. I remember when you asked if she could cook, she said she couldn’t. Yet after receiving the recipe scrolls, she mastered all the dishes in just one afternoon.”
“Think about it—in over a month, nearly two months of being together, what else could she have learned?”
“However…” Movira paused, as if once again seeing those jade-green eyes of Lina’s. “This also proves she is no ordinary human slave. She doesn’t even possess the abilities of a typical fallen noble’s daughter.”
“So… she’s been deceiving me all along?!” The suspicion Seraphina had felt on the throne grew more evident and certain.
The thought of the trust she had shown Lina, even the dependence…
“Calm down. You’re always worrying about her—what about me?” Movira’s voice was steady. “Even if you ran to her now, what could you ask? Would you only make yourself look like an unreasonable fool?”
Seraphina’s movements froze.
Movira’s words were like a basin of water, extinguishing part of her impulsive flame.
“Am I just supposed to let her deceive me?” For a moment, her voice choked with emotion.
She found it hard to face someone she had trusted all this time, yet who had been deceiving her.
“Deceive?” Movira gave a soft laugh, the sound carrying near-absolute confidence and indulgent affection toward Seraphina’s naive words. “Under my very eyes, what lie could possibly exist? My dear, do you know… your influence?”
“My influence?” Seraphina felt a trace of doubt at the question.
What influence could she possibly have?
“Yes, your personal charm.” Movira reached out and gently tapped the tip of Seraphina’s nose. “Seraphina is still a little silly sometimes. Think about it—that little Bloodborn, Ailinuo. Doesn’t she follow you around all day? And before that, wasn’t she already admiring you? These past few days, she even mustered the courage to ask me if something had happened to you. If I hadn’t stopped her and told her you were still recovering, she would have rushed in long ago!”
“So…” Movira cupped Seraphina’s face with both hands, looking at her earnestly.
“Instead of dwelling on a past that cannot be changed, look at what she can do for your dream. There is no doubt she is becoming your capable arm—this is enough! Don’t let pointless suspicion ruin the relationship you’ve maintained all this time. Okay? Hmm?”
The last sound rose slightly, carrying a tone of gentle persuasion.
At the same time, to completely dispel Seraphina’s doubts and ensure her thoughts would thereafter focus entirely on herself, Movira delivered her final conclusion.
“I remember that in the human lands, there are picture books or knight novels. According to the logic in those… Lina’s story can be considered to have thoroughly ‘ended’.”
Movira used a simple, relatable example to explain.
Seraphina finally fell quiet, her heart gradually easing.
If it’s really like that… then Lina’s storyline has certainly been full of twists.
But those twists were necessary. Without the relationship I’ve maintained with Lina all this time, there would have been no plot involving Asma this time.
Nor would there be the future plot where Seraphina fully lets go and entrusts all affairs to Lina.
Just like how, back then, Movira had let go and entrusted everything to Seraphina.
But…
Movira’s words were undoubtedly correct.
What mattered was the present.
Seeing that Seraphina had finally been persuaded, a glint of triumph flashed in Movira’s eyes.
She simply did not want Lina to continue occupying too much of Seraphina’s world.
As for what Lina truly thought, she had no interest in speculating.
Sometimes, it was enough to judge by appearances—why make oneself so tired?
“Why?” Seraphina’s question came again.
Movira thought her explanation had not been sufficient and prepared to elaborate further.
“Why did you choose me?”
The question clearly caught Movira off guard. “What? Choose you for what?”
“Choose me… as Princess Regent. If you wanted to, you could clearly turn anyone into Seraphina. Why did it have to be me?”
Seraphina lifted her head again.
The earnest and resolute look in her eyes made it clear this was not a casual question—she truly intended to get to the bottom of it.
…
…Why?
“Sorry.” This was the first time Movira had ever truly apologized to Seraphina.
“You… what do you mean?” The sudden apology left Seraphina puzzled.
Only after a moment did she react.
“You don’t want to say, or you can’t say?”
The only response was a gentle embrace. “Let’s not discuss this for now, okay? One day in the future, you will know.”
“You…”
The embrace caught Seraphina completely off guard and interrupted the words she was about to say.
Since when… has Movira become so gentle?
Seraphina felt that the current Movira was like the softest big sister, evading the topic just now.
“What do you mean?”
“Hmm… sorry.”
“Why do you keep apologizing?!” Movira’s unusual reaction made Seraphina almost one hundred percent certain—she was hiding something!
“It’s almost time for breakfast. Today’s breakfast will be very sumptuous, to welcome Lina back and wash away the dust of her journey.”
With that, Seraphina suddenly felt the world spin—Movira had directly picked her up!
“Hey! If you don’t want to answer, fine! What’s the meaning of this?!”
Movira did not explain and simply carried her toward the dining hall.
Because it happened so suddenly, the maids had not been dismissed, so along the way, many pairs of surprised and touched eyes happened to witness the scene.
Though they all quickly lowered their heads, pretending they had seen nothing and dared not think anything.
But the impact of that image was something almost no maid who saw it could resist.
They all forcibly suppressed the corners of their mouths and respectfully greeted the two.
Yet Movira seemed to want the maids to see it on purpose, responding in an extremely high-profile manner.
However, that seed of doubt in Seraphina’s heart—anyone else could have been turned into Seraphina—had quietly taken root…
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