Symphony for the Insect Princess

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Hearing Yaerduo's somewhat harsh growl, Winnie lowered her eyes helplessly.

"Okay then... I'll go back to my room and rest."

"You should have rested long ago. We will take care of the other chores!"

"Um……"

I handed Winnie over to the maids, who immediately took her back to her room in great fear.

"By the way, Sister Yaerduo."

"Ok?"

"Thank you for caring about me."

The girl showed a warm smile from the heart. Yaerduo touched her nose a little embarrassedly, and stood there watching Winnie leave, muttering to herself.

"Alas... He's such a good kid, yet he has to overdraw himself like this..."

I want to be someone like Winnie's support and give her support and encouragement.

But Yaerduo found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not really get close to the girl's heart.

At this time-

"Yes, I have to overdraw myself like this, but this is also the duty of a saint."

An unpleasant voice sounded behind Yalduo.

High Priest Shaindoba Mueller.

The Saint is a highly respected being in the Pantheon, and so are the high priests. Whenever the Saint accepts an extremely important task, she will be accompanied by at least one high priest. This has been an unchanging rule for thousands of years.

This time, the mission given to the saint was to deal with the epidemic in the capital of the Kingdom of Azera, and the accompanying high priest was Shandoba Muller.

A man who is good at playing power games and holds a grudge against Winnie because the position of Saint that originally belonged to his daughter was taken away by Winnie.

"What do you mean, Mueller?"

"It's literally what it means. The Saint stands above everyone else, receiving so much praise and receiving so much. It's only natural for her to fulfill this small obligation, right?"

"...The Saint should have grown up carefree in her own family, instead of bearing such pressure and living such a hard life."

"In troubled times, capable people will always be pushed to the forefront, regardless of their own will."

“啧… … … … ”

"and,"

Shandoba tilted his head slightly, giving a pointed and annoying smile.

"We still don't know where this plague came from."

"...Huh? What do you mean?"

"I was just thinking..." Shandoba pretended to think for a moment, then spoke in a very artificial tone, "Don't you think everything is too strange? A new plague suddenly broke out across Maya, and from the very beginning, it paralyzed the epidemic prevention systems of major cities, catching everyone off guard. Rather than calling it an ordinary natural disaster, don't you think..."

More like, a premeditated terrorist attack?

Shandoba lowered his voice, and Yaldur frowned tightly.

"So what exactly do you want to say!?"

"And then, just when the three major powers were at their wits' end, our Winnie Lebenhold appeared. Just in the plague-stricken area, just at the most opportune moment, she was discovered by the Pantheon. And in just over a year, she became the new Saint... 'Coincidence' is truly amazing."

"you--!!!"

Realizing what Shandoba meant, Yaldur's expression changed, and he immediately dropped his hand on the sword hanging at his waist—but he still held himself back.

"Are you saying the plague is related to the Saint? Is this her conspiracy to gain power? Even wishful thinking has its limits!"

"Be careful with your words, Yaldo Gran. Although as the Vice-Captain of the Paladins you have no obligation to pledge allegiance to me, I am still the High Priest, so please be mindful of what you say to me."

“………………I’m so sorry.”

"Humph."

Shandoba walked away with that annoying smile still on his face, and Yaerduo unconsciously clenched his fists.

But she quickly calmed down.

Did Shandoba say these nonsense just to irritate her and have fun?

There's definitely more to it than that.

That guy might be planning something in secret.

It is best to be careful.

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At night——

The Kingdom of Azera is a foggy country, and the capital is no exception.

The night fog is particularly thick tonight.

Most of the capital was shrouded in hazy fog. The sticky humidity seemed to absorb light and sound. The street lights could only illuminate an area of no more than three meters. Everything was silent, not even the barking of dogs or the meowing of cats.

Yaerduo and other paladins who were supposed to be on night watch were trapped in the night fog. Their minds gradually became dazed and they gradually fell asleep.

Kara...

Suddenly, a window on the ground floor of the palace opened, and a slender figure jumped out. The noise she made was sucked away by the night fog, and no one noticed her.

Winnie carefully observed her surroundings. Although the night fog was thick, she could see everything around her clearly. After confirming that the paladins and palace guards were already dozing off, she hurried out to the garden outside the palace.

This garden is the hobby of King Azera. He collected many rare plants and planted them here. It is more like a large forest than a garden.

The one waiting for her is here.

"You're finally here, Winnie Lebenhold..."

The moment she heard the voice, Winnie's body froze.

A figure emerged from the woods, shrouded in black gauze. The shadowy figure was unclear, and even the specific gender or body shape could not be seen. The voice was also indistinguishable between male and female.

"This fog...is it you who created it?"

"Of course, otherwise how could you sneak out to see me so smoothly?"

"Woo..."

Winnie clenched her fists, her body trembling slightly. After several seconds, she mustered up the courage and raised her voice to ask -

"You said Nier went to the border battlefield and was in deep crisis... What exactly is going on?"

"It's just the facts. This is the current situation of your friend."

"Of course, it must be you! How could Ni'er be connected to the border battlefield?"

"So what if it was really me? Of course, it's okay to think that the life of your only relative is in my hands..."

"........."

"Let's bring this up again, Winnie Lebenhold. Assist me. I'll release my plague, and you can use it to continue healing those poor people and secure your position as Saint. That would be good for both of us, wouldn't it?"

"……I reject!"

"No, you won't say no."

"..."

"Does it matter what happens to your best friend?"

"I... Ni'er wouldn't want me to do such a thing!"

"That's just what you think."

"..."

"Think about this carefully, Lady Saint."

Chapter 121 The Disaster of a Saint

"Think about this carefully, Lady Saint."

A strange low laugh appeared under the black veil.

"It's late. Why don't you go back and get some sleep before thinking it over? I should be leaving too."

Winnie's face was distorted, she glared at the other person angrily, and finally turned around and ran away without looking back.

gone.

The figure was quickly covered by the fog.

After confirming that she had indeed left—

"Are you satisfied, High Priest?"

The man in black veil said a name in a joking tone. After a brief silence, the third person walked out from the depths of the woods shrouded in night fog.

Shandoba Mueller.

His expression was very complicated, looking like he was happy, angry, and moody.

"...You are truly an expert at this, 'Demon Lord of the Mist'."

"I don't deserve it. The title of Demon King is just a nickname given by the world. Compared to that, our cooperation is more important, isn't it?"

"Humph……"

Fogaret, the "Demon Lord of the Fog", is the only demon king recognized by Maya today. He has mysterious whereabouts, erratic personality, and his specific appearance and gender are a mystery.

Only strength is genuine.

Foglet, one of the top barrier masters in Maya today, is also the most powerful illusionist - no doubt about it.

"Are you sure you succeeded, Foglet?"

"Are you questioning my abilities? Your Saint is only sixteen years old, after all. She appears strong on the outside, but is delicate and sensitive on the inside... I simply gave her a hint, planted a few simple illusions in her mind, and she completely believed this fabricated story about 'my best friend's life being threatened.'"

"Wouldn't this be too abrupt? What if she suddenly notices something unusual—"

"No, I'm always thorough. Although this is our first time meeting her, I've already used hints to make her think she's met me many times before. She must be feeling a false sense of guilt now, right?"

"Then I'm relieved... But let me be clear, Foglet, you and I are not companions. If it weren't for... I don't want to be involved with you, the Demon King."

"I understand. After all, I've just been acting for half a day. Are you—"

"Nonsense, how could I miss it."

Shandoba raised the thing in his hand, and seeing this, Fogret nodded.

"Wait, Foglet."

"how?"

"Just for the record... this current plague, isn't it really you who's causing it?"

"How could that be? It has nothing to do with me. I have no interest in diseases or anything like that."

"..."

Shandoba's intuition told him that Fogret must know something about the plague.

But it's impossible to confirm.

then,

There was only one thing left to do.