Huh? Are they all real?.

"His Highness is inside, so are you all ready to pay your respects to him?"

After exchanging glances, they all nodded to indicate that they were ready.

Only then did the three of them respectfully knock on the door and say:

“Your Highness, Conan Heather has arrived, and we are all here. Would you like to see all of us, or something else?”

After asking the question, everyone waited for the princess inside to respond.

But for some reason, no sound came from inside.

This made the transmigrators outside feel slightly uneasy.

Just as they were beginning to wonder if something had gone wrong, a response finally came from inside:

"Come in, everyone. I'd like to see exactly who's here."

This greatly relieved the time travelers.

It seems there's nothing seriously wrong.

Why is the princess only replying now?

The gate was opened, and the group of more than thirty time travelers finally met the legendary princess.

A classic blonde beauty, possessing a refined and aloof air.

But after just one glance, everyone quickly lowered their gaze and knelt down on one knee in unison, saying:

"May the throne and the goddess forever protect you on your path, Your Highness!"

Conan was naturally among the crowd, more so than the others who understood better what gods and kings were.

Although he heeded the advice of the others, he did indeed glance at the mysterious princess a few more times than they did.

Instead of the retro court attire he had imagined, she was dressed in very modern and casual clothes, which would have made him seem less distinguished from her if he hadn't known her identity.

He would definitely think she was just an ordinary girl from the humanities, at most just that her appearance was indeed stunning.

So, this is the princess?

He seems like just an ordinary person.

Conan began to have some doubts about what the other party had said earlier.

He didn't sense anything particularly different about the other person.

But the attitude of those around them was genuine; they were all so excited, apprehensive, and respectful.

So, is it because my eyesight is too poor?

Lost in his thoughts, Conan suddenly heard the princess ask:

"So, who is this Conan Heather?"

Upon hearing this, Conan instinctively stood up, but before he could actually get up, he was terrified and pressed down by the other transmigrators around him, who said:

"His Highness did not give you permission to stand up!"

Who would dare to stand up before the Crown Prince!

It should be noted that the term "royal offspring" is only used because people place more emphasis on the existence of the king. In reality, according to the understanding of the Human Alliance, they should be called "divine offspring"!

“That is him, Your Highness. Please forgive his lack of manners. As you know, his situation is not the same as ours, and he does not know everything he should know.”

This made the other party shake their head and say:

"It's alright, I don't care about that. Compared to these trivial matters, I'd rather ask you properly, so get up."

Hearing this, the time travelers finally released Conan's head, but they didn't forget to add a word of caution:

"Remember, never look directly into the princess's eyes! You are a mortal, she is the heir to the throne!"

This description made Conan realize more clearly just how strict and hierarchical the pyramid society was over there.

It's astonishing that these people, who grew up in the People's Federation and each held a high social status, have become so humble.

It’s getting more and more interesting!

As mentioned earlier, the arrogance and complacency lurking in their hearts will only completely dissipate when things go wrong.

Ultimately, one must either come to terms with their own situation or withdraw completely.

Conan, having risen, obeyed the other's instructions, lowered his head, and bowed slightly, saying:

“Your Highness, I am Conan Heather.”

After a moment, he tentatively asked another question:

"And please forgive my intrusion, but I really wish to know the name of someone as distinguished as you, since I know almost nothing about you."

Conan's words nearly scared the kneeling transmigrators to death.

Didn't I tell you never to show off your little skills?

This guy still doesn't understand what an absolute difference in status means.

Asking such questions is perfectly fine here, because picky people, unless they're crazy, won't get angry about it. But it's different over there; they really don't treat people like human beings.

What's more, they were facing a royal heir!

Fortunately, they didn't receive a thunderous wrath; instead, they heard the princess's reply:

“Elmeran, my name is Elmeran Westeros.”

After a brief pause, Ayr still chose Westeros as his surname.

After all, if she were to use her real name under these circumstances, it would definitely confuse these people.

Then, compared to Moen's surname, she obviously couldn't choose Baratheon, after all, that was the wildcat's surname!

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness Elmeran. And then, what would you like to ask me?"

"According to the information you provided, you said that over the past seven years, you have explored your white world in seven different directions?"

“Yes, Your Highness. Seven directions, nearly two years in total. But I never saw a single living person. All I saw were some animals and an endless world of ice and snow.”

Aier raised an eyebrow slightly and asked:

"And what about the last direction?"

This caused Conan to pause briefly, and after a moment, he lowered his head and said:

"I dare not, Your Highness, for I dare not explore in that final direction, for I fear shattering the last hope."

"You really haven't tried at all? Didn't you stay over there for almost seven years?"

"No, Your Highness. Since all seven directions failed, my exploration of the last direction has only reached as far as my field of vision can see, and it has taken no more than half a day."

During those seven hellish years, he dared neither commit suicide nor shatter his last hope.

He hesitated so much that he himself felt desperate.

"Then my order to you is to proceed in the last direction!"

These words sent a shiver down Conan's spine. Although he now had a reason to move forward, he still instinctively resisted it:

"Your Highness, I do not mean to disobey you, but I would like to ask, what if we find nothing in the last direction as well?"

Having gone through so much time and roughly adapted to her identity as a princess, Er calmly said:

"Then move on. Don't worry, if you die over there, you'll come back here permanently, and I'll make sure you're satisfied with the compensation."

"But if you find something, you will be rewarded far more than you can imagine."

“I know you are very different from them, so I want to tell you, rest assured, everything I represent is beyond your imagination.”

At this point, a slight smile played on Aier's lips. Leaning back in his chair, he gently raised his eyes, his hands lightly resting on the armrests, and surveyed the crowd as he spoke:

"Because my name is Hermelan Westeros."

Westeros was once just the surname of a powerful duke in a mighty empire, but now it represents royal power.

At present, whether over there or over here, royal power is supreme!

Although being treated as Moen's daughter always made El feel uncomfortable, she had no choice but to learn another way to comfort herself.

That is—well, both over there and in the People's Union, there's a tradition of women taking their husband's surname after marriage. So, wouldn't it be better if I were called Elmeran Westeros?

Aier's voice made the time travelers humbly lower their heads.

Even Conan Heather, who still wasn't quite sure what the other side was made of, followed suit and knelt down on one knee.

However, at that very moment, an untimely vibration sounded, a message notification from the terminal.

The owner of the voice immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

But instead of shutting down his terminal, he hurriedly checked it.

Because he's in charge of security. The sound of this alarm indicates a security problem.

After taking one look, he exclaimed:

"Your Highness, the other location used as bait has been attacked! And the attackers used a truckload of high explosives, destroying the entire building, including the blast protection layer! This means that you were targeted!"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

Someone dares to attack the princess?!

Meanwhile, on the other side, someone was frantically calling out to his men:

"Stop, stop, fucking stop right now!"

In front of him was a prophetic stone tablet.

The stone tablet offered no written revelation, only a crown and a group of jesters and clowns who died in various ways beneath it.

Chapter 345 The Blasphemer (4k)

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, how could this happen, how could this happen!"

The man cursed desperately while constantly contacting his men.

He never expected that they would run into something so outrageous.

What are Baratheon's true intentions? Why would someone connected to the king be the one to come?

As for Baratheon, there are only three things related to kings: goddess, king, and princess!

Either of them is something I wouldn't even dare to imagine.

It was originally just a strong warning and a test.

But why is this happening?!

They had planned it perfectly; since it was a big shot, the gadgets they prepared wouldn't be lethal, so it would only be a stern warning.

This demonstrates our stance, tests the other party, and prevents the situation from spiraling out of control.

But now, they've directly blasphemed the king!

At most, a minor issue of armed conflict can instantly escalate into a religious war!

And why didn't this damn stone slab give any warning beforehand? Now that it's started, it's moving!

Are they playing with them?

The man even remembered what the slab gave them after they asked it before they began—a picture rather than the words commonly used in prophecy—and he remembered the cheers of the crowd.

So they went ahead with confidence.

Then, this damned stone slab, without anyone using it, suddenly gave me another revelation!!!

Unable to contact his subordinates, the man angrily slammed the terminal to the ground.

Amidst the shattered terminal and the crackling of electricity, the man, his eyes red, picked up the stone slab and demanded:

"Why? Why? Why is this happening? What do you mean? Aren't you an inanimate object? Why are you like this?"

The man was intelligent; he was one of the first to arrive, so he knew very well the most likely fate for them in this situation—to be executed and then presented to Baratheon as a gesture of goodwill.

Their superiors may be hostile to Baratheon, but they would never openly break ties with the goddess Ansa.

So it can only be their own problem; these strangers lost control after returning home.

This was even the best possible outcome for them; otherwise, they would have been sent directly to the goddess Ansa to appease her wrath, rather than being executed first to avoid further torment.