Symphony for the Insect Princess

"Why are you here, from the Pantheon?"

Butcher glared coldly at Stella, who gave him a soft, somewhat embarrassed smile.

"The knights came to the City Lord's Mansion in a hurry to report that they were in trouble. At the same time, the City Lord's informant also sent news that a powerful monster had appeared in the city."

"Those nosy boys... But it's not your turn to come here, right?"

"Senior Anthony thought we couldn't just leave it alone. I happened to be on patrol and closest to the scene, so he sent a message—"

"Okay, okay, I get it, tsk!"

Butcher waved his hand impatiently, his attitude still very unfriendly, but Cedroon and Rodrigo on the side noticed that Butcher did not use any swear words when speaking to the woman, and his tone was more or less softened.

"Ah...right, that..."

Rodrigo suddenly spoke, and the three of them looked at him at the same time.

"I'm just a teacher passing by. My students are waiting for me not far away. I'll just—"

"—Do you think this is a public restroom and you can just leave whenever you want?"

"——If possible, we would like to make friends with you, Your Excellency."

Butcher and Stella spoke at the same time, and at the same time, a large group of magic warriors, priests, and paladins surrounded him as if emerging from the ground. Rodrigo's shoulders immediately drooped, and he muttered, "As expected..."

High-level magicians and magic warriors are still small fry, but the magician level is already a combat force that cannot be ignored. Leaving it alone may very likely sow trouble. With the three giants plus a city lord's mansion, they definitely want to keep themselves within their sight.

You must not resist, otherwise you may be mistaken for a rival trying to steal the great treasure and be killed directly.

"I understand... I will cooperate with the investigation, but I hope my students will stay with me."

Rodrigo raised his hands in surrender and lowered his head helplessly. Butcher muttered, "You're smart." Stella said with a kind smile, "That's great."

"So……"

Stella turned to another person.

"Miss, could you please stay? If possible, I would like to invite you to the City Lord's Mansion for a detailed discussion."

"..."

Just as he was about to leave, Sedroon turned around and looked at her impatiently.

There was no warmth in his eyes.

Stella asked kindly, "Excuse me, what should I call you? Since we are about the same age, how about -"

"Same age? How old are you?"

"I just turned twenty-five last month."

"Wow, I'm twenty-three, and you're two years older than me."

"Oh? You're so talented at such a young age, you really are—"

"--But, the difference in breasts doesn't seem like two years."

"………………ha?"

Stella was stunned, and Sai Zhuoang pointed at her flat chest with his chin with a mean smile.

Rodrigo on the side was stunned, while Butcher bent over with laughter.

Then, as if in protest, Sedroon shook her upper body, and her plump breasts also shook continuously.

"Hey, Priest, have you ever drunk milk since you were a child? Or are you actually a male?"

"..."

Stella still smiled.

But the staff she was holding tightly made an ominous crackling sound.

"I'm sorry, miss, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"'Don't talk to me if you have small breasts', that's what it means."

"...You're really humorous. Perhaps we can find a place to discuss your physical development in detail."

"Get the hell out of here! I'm leaving now."

Sedroon gave Stella a middle finger and walked away.

——He stopped after taking only two steps.

She stared at the space in front of her, then released a little magic power. Wherever the magic power passed, silver-white stardust appeared, like a wall.

"Boundary? What do you mean by that, you flat-chested bastard?"

"I want to make friends with you, isn't that okay?"

Stella still had a smile on her face, but a few veins popped up on her temples.

"This is a specially crafted barrier. Teleportation scrolls, blinking, or any other space-travel magic will be blocked. So please—"

"Shut up, you."

Sedroon interrupted her with a cold smile.

With a puff, flames suddenly ignited on her body.

It was not a bright orange-red, but a mixture of pitch black and scarlet, emitting extremely strange magical fluctuations.

"What a nasty day, you pigs..."

Her body was wrapped in red and black flames and disappeared silently and quickly into space. First her feet, then her legs, then her chest and abdomen, and finally only her head was left.

"Pray to your gods, idiots, and pray that I don't run into you again next time!"

After saying this, her body completely disappeared in the flames, and the flames dissipated in the air, eventually disappearing without a trace. The barrier had no effect of blocking it at all.

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Chapter 41 Before the Incident (I)

On a street that was mostly destroyed, in the darkness obscured by the shadows of the ruins, a cluster of red and black flames appeared out of thin air.

It was just a flame at first, but after a few seconds it expanded to the size of a human body. When the flames dissipated, Sedraon appeared from it.

“…Wow.”

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the people in front of her.

A young man, a dwarf, a muscular woman, and a large group of mercenaries following them.

The three leading men looked cautious, while the mercenaries behind them had expressions of awe and fear mixed on their faces.

After swallowing hard, Osam spoke: "...Ms. Sedroon, you're back?"

"Huh? Isn't this nonsense? But you guys——"

Sedroon tilted his head and gave a strange smile.

"You're quite courageous. Just a few minutes ago, you were trying to distance yourself from me and just stood by and watched in front of that muscle idiot, and now you're coming at me like a pig again?"

Osam's shoulders visibly shrank, and the other two's expressions also darkened.

Not out of anger, but out of fear.

There is no doubt that Sedroon is not only proficient in both magic and martial arts, but her magic and martial arts have reached the level of a magician and a war spirit respectively. If she were placed in Balbra, she would at least be the commander-in-chief of a very large mercenary group.

The thought of such a person actually traveling with them, and joining as a "temporary team member", and causing many conflicts with their men along the way, made them feel a pang of fear. It would be very easy for Sedraon to kill them, and the only explanation for their survival until now was that Sedraon happened to have no interest in their lives.

But now that he knew the truth, why didn't he just run away but instead came to me?

Because I can't bear it.

I can't bear to give up this powerful fighting force.

So it's worth the risk.

"Ms. Sedroon... maybe there were some misunderstandings between you and our people before, but those people are no longer in this team. Maybe I am a little arrogant to say this, but-"

"'But could the powerful and beautiful Queen Sedraon team up with us lowly, ugly reptiles, please?' — You're not trying to say that, are you? Are you kidding me?"

"..."

Not good, she was in a very bad mood - Osam felt that disaster was coming. He lowered his head, sweating profusely, and began to think about how to escape -

"sure."

"Isn't that right—huh?"

"I said, sure."

Sedroon looked at them with a half-smile, his eyes narrowed, and his bright red eyeballs shone strangely between his eyelashes.

"It's not a bad idea for me to continue to stay in your team, and just be a member of the team. Don't ask me to be the captain or anything like that."

"...Are you serious?"

"nonsense."

"Eh? But, uh..."

"Because it would be boring without cannon fodder around."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Nothing, you must have heard it wrong... huhuhu."

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"Welcome everyone to the City Lord's Mansion. Please wait a moment while the maids prepare the new guest rooms."

In the spacious hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a girl with long dark blue hair and royal blue gloves represented the City Lord and welcomed everyone.

Rodrigo rubbed his hair mischievously, obviously not used to such a scene, and his students were also very nervous.

"I am Aisia Cortis, the daughter of the city lord, Saenris Cortis. You can just call me Aisia. Please take a seat."

Aisia personally led the group to a row of soft-looking sofas. The girls looked at the maids and guards leaning against the wall with a mixture of fear and excitement, while the three boys' eyes seemed glued to Aisia. Although Qimila was also a striking beauty, she still looked a bit immature. In terms of figure and temperament, Aisia was superior.

"Naerys, bring the tea."

Aisia waved to the side, and a maid immediately came over with exquisite tea sets and poured tea for everyone.

“Oh my god…” “Even the maid…”

Although the boys tried their best to lower their voices, they still made loud exclamations of admiration. This maid was about the same age as Aisia, a little older than Qimila. She had a dreamlike beauty and a well-proportioned figure that was the best in the world. In terms of appearance alone, she was even better than Aisia and Qimila.

The maid always had a calm smile on her face. After pouring tea for everyone, she bowed and stepped aside without any unnecessary movements.

Aisia picked up the teacup and took a sip. Every detail of her action was full of the demeanor of a young lady. The students followed her example and took a sip, but their imitations were not correct.

This detail was noticed by Aisia.

As the highest institution of learning for magicians, most of the students in Mishra Academy are children from aristocratic families or magical families. However, judging from their actions, they seem to have received no special etiquette education, so they must be of commoner origin.

At that moment, a man in his sixties appeared beside Aisia. He was dressed in a neat butler's uniform, his hair meticulously combed, and his expression calm and solemn. He must be the steward of the City Lord's Mansion. Just standing there, he exuded an inexplicable sense of oppression. Rodrigo was fine, but the students were clearly feeling uneasy.

(This butler... a wizard? Or a war spirit? In any case, he's no ordinary character...)

Rodrigo thought to himself, and Asia introduced: "This is Piers Corey, the chief steward of the City Lord's Mansion. If you need anything, you can always find him."

Pierce Corey saluted gracefully, and for some reason, the pressure on him did not weaken when he saluted, but became stronger.

"Well..." Aisia put down her teacup and smiled. "Everyone already knows my name. Can I..."

"Uh, ah, my name is Rodrigo Plants, and these are my students—"

Rodrigo hastily introduced himself and then looked at the students.

"I'm Shul Slay, hello..."

"Carlo Whiterian, please...please give me your guidance."

"E-Erwin Baker! Um, sorry, I was a little nervous..."

"Kokoro Shuman, this is my sister Cocoa."

"My name is Clara Goodman, sorry to bother you."

And then there's the last one.

Rodrigo suddenly had a bad feeling.