Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

Valken's eyes narrowed. "I think respecting other people's privacy is a common practice."

Finnian didn't care about Valken's hidden meaning and just asked again, "Are you really not curious about what such a legendary figure looks like?"

Valken stood in front of Her Royal Highness with an extremely tough attitude, fearing that Finnian would directly take off Her Royal Highness's mask. "I'm not curious. If she wants, she will reveal her true appearance to the public sooner or later."

Finnian shrugged, "Then find someone to watch him. I'll be leaving first."

Finnian also took a short break in the middle of the journey. Among the fourteen people in the group, except for Leslie Ann, Finnian was the one who persisted the longest.

He was not really interested in Leslie Ann's appearance. After he put Leslie Ann on the bed, he was going back to his own residence to rest. He just heard the medical staff whispering about what Leslie Ann's face looked like under the mask.

Finnian then noticed that Leslie Ann was wearing a mask on her face.

He vaguely remembered Leslie Ann's appearance. When did he put on this mask?

It doesn't look like an ordinary mask.

Perhaps because he was too tired, Finnian couldn't even see the appearance of the mask clearly.

The more Finnian tried to see Lesley Ann's face, the less clear it became.

The more I tried to see the mask more clearly, the more futile it was.

He wanted to get some clues from Valken, but Valken became wary.

To some extent, Valken probably knew what Lesley Ann really looked like.

Cecilia slept for a long time, and only woke up when night fell again.

Valken also left to deal with military affairs and did not return until dinner time.

As soon as Cecilia opened her eyes, she saw Valken sitting beside her bed. She subconsciously wanted to speak, but she shuddered and felt the mask on her face.

The mask is still there.

A piece of paper appeared out of nowhere, and it said, "Thank you for your care. I would like to stay here for a while."

Valken understood that His Highness wanted to restore his identity.

He would naturally satisfy His Highness's wish, but he also wanted to remind him, "Your mask is quite unique, Your Excellency."

Cecilia was shocked.

Normally people shouldn't see the mask on her face, they should only see the face she wants to show.

Could it be that because I fainted and lost consciousness, the mask lost its effect?

It's bad.

Cecilia didn't even dare to imagine how many people had seen the mask during her coma.

Even - could someone have lifted her mask while she was in her coma?

As soon as this idea came to mind, it was rejected by Cecilia.

No one except herself can take this mask off her face, so it seems that her identity has not been exposed yet.

Only then did Cecilia take a look at where she was. It seemed to be a temporary place built for the assimilated soldiers. After the assimilated soldiers showed no obvious reaction, they returned to the team that Droville had reorganized for them.

When Cecilia was explaining the method, Drover didn't understand much else, but he still understood the sentence "there is a chance that assimilation will occur again."

Just in case, Droville organized all the relieved soldiers into a regiment, so that even if assimilation occurred again, other soldiers would not be put at risk.

These soldiers actually knew what was going on. Drover was a general who liked to speak bluntly. "If the vampires attack again, I want you to be the vanguard and charge into battle."

People are selfish and want to maximize their benefits, and naturally they also want to minimize their losses.

Their numbers will only get smaller and smaller until Duke Bulwell or Petra sends reinforcements.

Fortunately, many people in Aslaide City volunteered to join the team to resist the invasion of the demons last night. What surprised Droville the most was the Guild called Wandering Adventurers.

It can be said that he became famous in one battle.

In the newspaper sent from Aslade City today, Droville saw the headline: Breaking News! Aslade City has been breached by the demons.

DeRoville was so angry that he threw the newspaper on the ground without even reading the text.

He and his soldiers were still fighting bravely on the front line, but his compatriots had sentenced them to death and uselessness somewhere unknown.

As night was approaching, Droville and the patrol team on duty in front of the gold mine road began to be on guard.

Droville has even notified all the regiments and teams to be ready to go to war with the vampires at any time.

The soldiers were also annoyed.

Human beings generally live by the rule of working from sunrise to sunset and resting from sunset to sunrise.

For two consecutive days, the vampires launched sudden attacks at night, and the fighting lasted until almost dawn.

During the daytime rest period, the superiors would occasionally issue some tasks, which made the already tired soldiers even more exhausted.

When will days like this end?

Until the moon rose above the treetops, the patrol team had not found any trace of the vampires.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Droville was still a little worried, but he only left one regiment ready for defense and support at any time, allowing the remaining soldiers to take the time to rest.

Not to mention that these soldiers didn't get enough rest these two days, even Droville himself didn't get much rest either.

He was very clear about the number of casualties on his own side, and he only had a rough estimate of the number of vampires.

But he was not very sure about this judgment. If the vampires called for more people, according to the speed of their movement, it would not be surprising for them to get support tonight.

Such a terrifying night passed, until the sun slowly rose from the horizon, and Droville realized that the night just passed was actually Christmas Eve.

Could it be that those vampires simply fled back to their lair?

It is not impossible.

It would be nice if he really escaped back to his nest.

Droville tried to have his men try to enter the gold mine and block the tunnel dug by the demons.

The patrol team had not taken more than two steps into the mine tunnel when they were nearly attacked by the vampires lurking in the dark.

When this news reached Droville, he couldn't understand why the vampires didn't launch an attack last night if they didn't retreat?

The vampires' self-healing speed is enough for them to heal the wounds they suffered in previous wars within a day.

But they did not raid again.

What exactly is this sixth-generation vampire planning?

The princess who had disappeared for a whole day suddenly appeared in front of Droville. "He just wants to delay for three days to increase the number of their blood clan."

Droville reacted instantly.

Was it true that the vampires' indiscriminate assimilation of human soldiers that night was already paving the way for this plan?