Half-elf Notebook

"I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future..."

Meera's smile froze as she clinked her silver cup with that of a middle-aged gentleman.

She has said such perfunctory words no less than twenty times.

And then, they exchanged pleasantries for a longer period of time, which made her, the seventh princess, feel even more nauseous.

At this banquet held by the Paracelsus Academy - she was the only royal family present and naturally became the focus of attention.

At the banquet, more than half of the guests want to chat with him and express their greetings.

Even though Meira had already talked to more than twenty of them, there seemed to be an endless stream of people waiting behind her, as if there was no end in sight.

The standard process lasts three minutes, and I can’t stand it anymore. I just want to escape, quickly.

Over an hour had passed since the banquet began, and she had barely moved a step. The pale yellow champagne in her hand had long been replaced with fruit juice that did not contain any alcohol.

She represents the royal family and should maintain the royal image in such occasions.

However, it is almost enough for now.

"Lord Ansai, I'm sorry... I'm a little tired."

Meila did not try to hide her feelings, instead, she pretended to be tired in a slightly artificial way.

"This is sad news, but it is a great honor for us to see you here."

Viscount Anse's noble face was filled with disappointment. He still followed the manners of a noble and bowed to Mela.

"Have a pleasant evening, Princess Mera."

The guests who were waiting on the side also scattered like birds and beasts.

Meila calmly watched them leave, then waved her hand behind her, called her accompanying maid, and instructed her:

"Tell the guards that I am tired and I decline further discussions. If anyone comes, have them decline with the same reason."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

The maid bowed her head and responded humbly. After taking the half-full cup of juice from Mela's hand, she quickly stepped back and carried out the instructions given by her master.

Mela, dressed in her best clothes, walked in the same straight line, looking around with some boredom at the noisy environment caused by the symphony and conversations among the upper class.

She could no longer remember how many similar dinners she had attended - as a member of the royal family, the so-called jewel in the crown of the kingdom, she was active in various social occasions, as if it was her daily life since she was a child.

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt a pair of eyes looking at her with interest.

This is not something to be surprised about.

Her appearance naturally attracts a lot of attention, and the same is true when she talks to people.

Even now, it was not surprising that her every move was being observed.

But unlike the owner of this gaze, they know how to be more tactful and obscure.

After all, most people here are absolutely friendly and humble towards the royal family.

This look was so bold that it even slightly triggered Mera's magical perception.

It really doesn't make people feel comfortable.

Meira frowned slightly, and followed her gaze, half displeased and half curious, looking towards where her master was.

She wanted to know who was willing to do this to attract her attention.

Then, she saw a young nobleman with blond hair and gray eyes, raising his glass to her with an apologetic look on his face.

Meila remembered him, the child of Eric's family, the third, no, now the second in line of succession to the throne of Eric's family.

Indeed, his personality is similar to the rumors, but what does this Mr. Feisong Eric want to see me for?

Meera was confused for a moment.

Although she was the last legitimate descendant of the royal family, she did not always attend the aristocratic banquets held in the royal capital, and she had very few interactions with Mr. Eric.

But we can still get a general idea of ​​Faizon Eric through reviews, rumors and gossip.

Boldness and love of pursuing women are his two biggest labels in upper-class social circles.

Rudeness and lack of aristocratic political achievements come second.

Mela was aware of the audacity and rudeness.

Based on the other party's positive comments on aristocratic politics, Meila judged that Feisong had something to discuss, so he took the risk of using this method to attract her attention.

She moved her golden eyes slightly and scanned the area around Feisong, hoping to see if there was anyone related to the reason why the other party invited her sincerely.

Mr. Mijiel Us, the president of the Winter Chamber of Commerce... I remember that his chamber of commerce was a well-known large-scale purchaser and processor in the kingdom. Its main business was the supply of food in the city, the sale of alcoholic beverages, and the operation of large plantations...

However, before she could think about it, her eyes were attracted by a flash of white. The white color, which was more familiar than the first snow, was so familiar.

The girl was also aware of Meera's presence.

His emerald eyes turned to the stunned princess.