A delicate female falls into the interstellar beast world

When Cyril learned that Elvia had arrived at the Ninth Military Academy, he wanted to send a message to Xin Zijin to remind her.

I found that the tall and familiar man who exuded a strong aura was already standing in front of me.

"Uncle...Uncle." The boy's voice was a little stuttering. He looked at the man in front of him.

Elvia's face was expressionless as always, and even looked dark and deep.

Cyril swallowed unconsciously. It had been a long time since he saw his uncle with such a sour face. He looked like he had been dumped by his wife. What unhappy and sad thing had happened to him? He should tell him about it to make him happy.

Of course, he didn't dare say a single word of these, or he would be beaten.

Cyril put on a friendly and caring smile.

"Wow, my dear uncle, the highest official of Saint-Atienne actually took time out of his busy schedule to come to the academy to see me. I am so touched."

Hearing Cyril's pretentious words, the tall man frowned slightly.

"Don't pretend, I came here secretly. Don't let anyone know our identities in the Federation.

Also, no one knows that you are the Prince of Saint-Atienne, right?

"I don't know, no one knows." Cyril waved his hands hurriedly. Only one person knew.

"That's good. To avoid causing unnecessary trouble to Saint-Atienne, you will continue to use your identity as an ordinary resident of Saint-Atienne."

"Okay, uncle." Alvia nodded.

"I came here today just to ask you when you plan to return to Saint-Atienne."

Cyril was obviously stunned. He was doing well in the Federation, so why was he suddenly asked to go back? Besides, his beloved girl was still in the Federation, so he definitely would not go back.

"Well...Uncle, I won't go back yet, and the academy competition is about to start..."

"The academy's competition has nothing to do with you. You've learned enough at the Federal Academy.

Now it’s time to prepare to train you to be the future crown prince. I will train you personally, and when you take office, I will hand over all the power of Saint-Atienne to you…”

"Wait, uncle!" Cyril felt something was wrong the more he listened. What was wrong with Alvia? Why did he suddenly want to train him personally? And what was he planning to do?

If all responsibilities and rights are given to him, what will Elvia do?

Elvia, the top worker in Saint-Atienne, suddenly decided to quit! How could this be possible? She knew her mother, the Queen, had the title of Queen but was not responsible for any work.

Elvia sighed in a feigned deep voice, "My uncle is old now. This is a society for you young people. I am ready to retire and hand these things over to you young people."

Cyril's mouth twitched. "Uncle, what nonsense are you talking about? You are in your prime now. Not only now, you can do this for another two or three hundred years without any problem!"

If he goes back like this, once the responsibility falls on him, he will definitely be very busy in the future because he does not have the strength and means of Elvia.

He would have even less time to see Zijin after that, and there were so many males around Zijin that it was already difficult enough to compete for a position, so he would have even less chance this time he went back.

Cyril shook his head and said, "Uncle, I won't go back."

Elvia thought about the other purpose of coming today, which was to give a necklace to her nephew. She took out the necklace that Cyril had customized from the jewelry designer in Saint-Atienne from the space twister. The packaging box was exquisite and gorgeous, and it could be seen that the owner had instructed the maker to be careful.

"Is it because of that female?"

Cyril's eyes lit up and he happily took the gift box. He didn't expect that although his uncle was strict on weekdays, he was still very efficient at work. If he waited for the jewelry designer's deliveryman to deliver it to his door, it would probably take some time.

At this moment, he wanted to give this gift to Zijin as soon as possible.

Seeing that Cyril didn't seem to hear his words clearly, but just looked at the gift happily with a look of amorous feelings on his face, Alvia knew that his nephew, who usually seemed to be dismissive of females, was really interested in that female.

Their Yian family is like this. They are indifferent until they meet their beloved orcs. But once they truly set their eyes on someone, they will do anything for her. In their eyes, hearts, and even the whole world, there is only room for her.

Was it because he was too busy? Ruyan left him. For such a long time, Alvia had thought about it countless times. It was obviously she who abandoned him, and it was obviously she who was so cruel.

He even knew that she might have used some method to deliberately avoid him, otherwise why couldn't he find any trace of her after so long, even after he mobilized so many forces and powers?

Was it something he had done wrong? Did she really want to escape him? Why did she leave so decisively?

It's his fault. Ruyan is so good, so well-behaved, and so delicate. She must blame him for being too busy. She is angry. That must be it.

Saint-Atienne should have tried to hand over these affairs and responsibilities to Cyril long ago. He is the future crown prince, and it would be good for his growth if he took over earlier.

And most importantly, he will have enough time to find his Ruyan in the future.

My thoughts suddenly recalled what I saw today in the open field: the blond male protecting the genderless female from behind. They were so dazzling and so in love.

If it was his Ruyan, he would do better and keep Ruyan firmly by his side, not letting her get hurt at all.

"Cyril, you should be clear about your identity. You are the prince of Saint-Atienne. If you really like that female, you can let her marry you and return to Saint-Atienne with you."

Cyril didn't expect his uncle Elvia to say such a thing. As an elder, he was of course very happy that he could recognize them, but would he marry into the family?

Thinking about how Zijin had desperately tried to escape from Elvia's manor, she probably didn't like that kind of confinement place. Moreover, she also had Migole, Asosius, even Rachel, and many males that he didn't know about here.

These are her ties, and the relationship is even closer than that between them. He knows Zijin's personality, so how could she be willing to marry into his family, even if she is the noble queen?

Cyril shook his head. "She wouldn't want to."

Alvia hadn't expected this to be the problem, and was a little puzzled. "Why? Aren't you truly in love?"

If you are truly in love, sticking to your beloved is the dream come true. For example, he is unwilling to be separated from his beloved female at any time.

Cyril's bitter smile deepened. Uncle, your true words hurt even more. He hasn't even taken the position yet.

If his uncle knew that he was still a bootlicker, he would scold him to death. No, no, he must not know.