Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

This is the second time that Cecilia has been suddenly pulled into another world by the system.

Compared to the confusion and unfamiliarity she felt the first time, Cecilia was obviously much more skilled this time.

She first accepted the identity assigned to her by the system this time—the only princess of the Anatolia Kingdom, of an extremely noble status, nineteen years old, and unmarried.

The Kingdom of Anatolia was the only kingdom ruled by humans on the continent of Svest. As the only princess of this kingdom, it seemed that the system had shown mercy and given her a good identity.

But Cecilia knew that this identity was a big hidden danger.

She is not the real princess. The real princess will appear in the palace with a token on the original owner's 20th birthday.

According to the information about the original owner provided by the system, there are still three days until the original owner's birthday.

And now, the day Cecilia, the fake princess who replaced the real princess, is revealed will be the day she goes to jail.

To some extent, Cecilia is more familiar with this continent than her original world.

Cecilia decided to leave the palace to find help, or to find a backup plan in case of emergency.

But who to turn to?

Cecilia searched through the world background information provided by the system for a while. The people she knew were either too far away from her, had disappeared from the world, or had passed away.

Until Cecilia saw the name "Magicians Guild".

Cecilia paused and said, to exaggerate, she had also contributed to the establishment of the Magicians' Guild.

Since I'm in trouble now, it shouldn't be too much to ask the other party for a little help, right?

Cecilia called the maid outside the bedroom, and a girl from the rabbit-eared beast tribe came in.

"Princess, what do you want?"

"Please help me with my makeup, I need to go out."

The maid shrank back and glanced at Cecilia, as if surprised by Cecilia's sudden honorific.

The original owner, Cecilia, had a spoiled personality, and the maids serving the princess were always very cautious, fearing that the princess would sell them out if she was unhappy.

Even though the princess suddenly changed her attitude 180 degrees, the maid didn't dare to say anything.

The rabbit-eared maid immediately called two more maids in to help Cecilia dress up.

Even the most everyday dresses in the princess's wardrobe are intricate and luxurious.

The dress the maids chose for Cecilia was an ankle-length pink and white Rococo dress with pink wind chime patterns on it.

Cecilia took a look and found the medieval clothes more and more pleasing to her eyes.

Unlike the first time she wore this kind of skirt, Cecilia calmly cooperated with the maids to put on the skirt, and waited quietly for them to prepare a suitable hairstyle and accessories for her.

What should have been a simple change of clothes took Cecilia more than two hours to complete.

Cecilia had learned the etiquette of the Kingdom of Anatolia before, but she was not sure whether there was anything special about the princess's etiquette. Fortunately, the problem was not big. Apart from the king and queen, who else would dare to criticize the princess?

Cecilia left the palace and headed straight for the headquarters of the Magician Guild in the main city of Petra. "I want to see your president."

The receptionist at the headquarters was a goat-horned beastman.

When Cecilia saw that all the maids in the bedroom were orcs, she thought it was the original owner's special hobby, but now it seems that is not the case.

Cecilia showed the goat-horned orc her princess badge, and the goat-horned orc respectfully led Cecilia upstairs.

The medieval wooden floor makes a different sound with every step you take.

The Magicians' Guild in front of her was very different from what she had imagined.

On the walls of the corridors and stairs were portraits of successive presidents of the Magicians' Guild, but none of them was familiar to Cecilia.

It wasn't until she saw the portrait of the first president in the president's office that Cecilia finally felt a sense of familiarity.

Sitting in the middle of the office was a young and handsome man who looked no more than twenty-five years old.

After the goat-horned orc led Cecilia to this place, he left quickly.

Such a young president?

"The princess has come in person. Do you have any instructions?" The other party's tone was not polite, and even a little disrespectful.

The young man raised his head, and Cecilia saw his eyes clearly. They were a mysterious deep purple, very much like the first president hanging on the wall, and even more like her old friend whom she had not seen for a long time.

"Are you a descendant of Elal?"

As soon as Cecilia finished speaking, she felt the fluctuations of magic around her. She smiled gently and easily dispelled the other party's magic. She saw that the young president had a serious expression.

"It seems to be true then," Cecilia walked to the sofa in the office and sat down, "Don't be nervous, I won't do anything bad to the Magician Guild, I'm here to discuss cooperation."

There was a secret magical contest between the two, or rather, the young president had been trying to use magic to bind Cecilia.

After figuring that the other party had no other options, Cecilia asked, "Can we talk about cooperation now?"

The young president was unwilling to give up easily and wanted to try again.

Under normal circumstances, Cecilia wouldn't mind taking the position of a kind elder and giving some advice to the younger generation, but she was in a hurry now.

"Unless you use black magic, you can't beat me." Cecilia looked at the other party, "But you are the descendant of Elar, you don't know how to use black magic."

The other party was like a deflated ball, and the condescending attitude he had before was completely gone. "What kind of cooperation do you want to discuss, Princess?"

Cecilia was calm and composed, not even breaking a sweat, and it was hard to tell that she had just had a magic battle with someone else.

"I can help you restore the appeal and status of the Magician Guild, but you have to help me with something in three days."

The princess' twentieth birthday is three days away, and almost the entire kingdom knows this.

The conditions offered by Cecilia really made him excited. The Magicians' Guild had been on a downward trend for a hundred years.

Restoring the Magicians Association is simply the responsibility given to every president when he takes over.

But the young president felt that this matter could not be simple, and he was waiting for Cecilia's next words.

"I am not the real princess. In three days, the real princess will appear at my birthday party. I will be imprisoned on the spot. I need you, or the entire Magician Guild, to save me."

As expected, the young president looked at the princess in front of him who was different from the legend. "Your magic level is indeed very high. You may be the strongest magician I know. But how can I believe that a fake princess can do what you just promised?"

Cecilia looked into those similar eyes and repeated her answer from that year, "Because I am Cecilia, and you can always trust Cecilia."

Different from her answer back then, she added, "Your ancestor Ellar chose to believe in me, so the Magician Guild was established. Now the choice is in your hands. You have three days to consider it. I believe you will make the best choice."

Cecilia stood up and prepared to leave the office. When she reached the door, she turned around and looked at the young president. "Next time, I hope I can have a glass of warm water."