Chapter 110

"Then, you can try to escape. Without our protection, there are a lot of people who want to take you for the promise of the dragon, like today." Hughes looked at the teenager coldly, but then his eyes were shaken by his bewildering appearance, and he could only avert his gaze.

"It doesn't make a difference to me, does it?" Qing Yun's eyes were filled with a cold sneer. This group of people really had no self-awareness at all. No matter whether Joyce was a man or a woman, whether he was forced or not, he was dedicating his life for the entire Kingdom of Studian. As a result, he was treated like this by this group of people?

"Because you will always be just an impostor. Maybe the princess will be lucky to get the favor of the dragon, but without the help of the Grand Mage, you, an impostor, will only die!" Hughes' voice was full of malice and disdain. He turned away, and not knowing whether it was to convince himself or to emphasize the teenager's identity, he said, "Remember, you are only an impostor!"

"But she escaped, and it was only I, the impostor, who came to your rescue." The youth's voice passed through the carriage and reached Hughes' ears, causing his eyes to shake uncontrollably.

Impostor? Qing Yun snorted as Hughes' words made Qing Yun instantly think of what had happened to Joyce.

He was loaded with this ridiculous artifact and was threatened with his life by the Grand Mage. Even though he had the same face as the princess, he had to give up his name, topped with a ridiculous female costume and the name of Princess Lydia, suffering the embarrassment of being snatched like a cargo, to find a way out of life for the whole Kingdom of Studian.

Finally, when he saw the dragon, he was nervous and backed off, but he was also condemned by the world: "An impostor is really an impostor, never as beautiful and brave as the real Princess Lydia."

And as the protagonist of this world, Princess Lydia, who hides behind Joyce, was in the loving care of the Grand Mage and is surprisingly still in the mood to run out and play. But the protagonist is the protagonist. So all those who see Princess Lydia can not help but be attracted by her beautiful face and kind heart.

The Elf King, the Beast King, and the Demon King of the Demon Race all fell in love with Lydia by accident. Even the dragon woken up by Joyce, the "impostor", also became interested in Princess Lydia.

But at this time, the demons and the Kingdom of Studian already made a truce because of Princess Lydia. They no longer need the dragon, so several of Princess Lydia's admirers joined forces to kill the dragon, and Princess Lydia became the real master of the continent without any effort.

However, he really endured everything and witnessed the cruelty of the demons at a later stage, so Joyce sincerely wanted to save the Kingdom of Studian but could never get rid of the name of an "impostor".

When Qing Yun was sitting in the carriage, he suddenly smiled, and his eyes were bent, but there was coldness in his smile. Who is the impostor? Is it not Lydia who hides behind men and gets everything easily?

In the distant Morris Mountains, a dark red vertical pupil suddenly flashed within a dark cave, followed by turmoil in the entire mountain range. The surrounding variety of magical beasts fled in panic.

Immediately after that, a powerful pressure descended. Those magical beasts that had not yet fled were like seeing a natural enemy. They did not even dare to flee but could only lie on the ground.

The dragon, Morris, woke up.

The black scales are almost the same color as the night, and only when the moonlight shines is there a flow of light. Morris stretched his body to completely awaken his power.

He has been asleep for many years. When he first came to this world, Morris followed the guidance of his heart. He rushed into this continent in search of his "treasure", but unfortunately, Morris did not find it.

Morris does not even know what his "treasure" is in the end, only that it is very precious, something or someone he can put in his heart and take good care of.

No matter what it is, Morris knows he needs it. If he cannot find his treasure, he does not have any meaningful existence. This inner emptiness will control Morris' mind so that he becomes tyrannical and manic.

Lest he destroys this continent under the madness of the treasure hidden away, the disappointed Morris chose to sleep, waiting for the soul's deep call.

Today he woke up from a deep sleep because Morris perceived the breath of his treasure. Even if it is not accurate, even if there seems to be something interfering with Morris's perception, he can still vaguely perceive the place where the treasure is.

Tilting his head and letting out an incredibly majestic dragon roar, a gust of wind hit the air as Morris spread his huge wings and flew into the dark night sky, his tyrannical dark red eyes now filled with excitement.

His precious treasure has eyes as clear as a mountain stream. He also has little tantrums and raises his chin high to make a proud appearance.

Oh, and the most important thing, he must be a boy.

Morris rotated his huge body and then flew off in a particular direction.

The princess's escort still marched to the other end of the enchanted forest, through the dangerous forest to the border of the kingdom of Studian, and then through the territory of the elves to finally reach the Morris Mountains where the dragon sleeps.

Not only were there unsuspecting humans along the way, but there are also manic and dangerous beasts deep in the enchanted forest. Beasts that follow their wild instincts and hunt, while intelligent beings were tempted by the dragon's promise to fight for Princess Lydia, the most likely eligible "treasure" of all time.

Almost every day, there is a new danger, and the number of escorts is slowly decreasing. But in this dangerous situation, the knights found that the princess, who had only been hiding in the carriage with the defensive magic array, screaming, appeared in front of their eyes more often.

Although she still wears that dragging heavy dress and the trace of delicate beauty has always lingered in her face, the princess is now bold to stand up and fight with them side by side. The battle is powerful enough to shock people to drop their jaws.

Like at this time, the blonde girl stood inside the circle of a group of demon wolves but did not panic. Instead, she calmly pulled the bow and arrow in her hand into a full moon. Three arrows were fired accurately through the body of the demon wolves, and one even went through the hard skull of the leading demon wolf.

Seeing the death of the wolf king, the rest of the demon wolves immediately dispersed and disappeared.

The "maiden" standing in the middle of the battlefield brushed her long hair that was in the way. A hint of impatience flashed in her blue eyes, but her movements were indescribably valiant.

The knights in the scene were already familiar with the girl's now slightly stronger appearance but were still surprised by the strength she was showing today.

They looked at the noble figure of the young girl dragging her skirt and raising her chin slightly, and the trace of contempt that had risen in their eyes because of her gender had utterly disappeared.

In the eyes of the elves, who have the means to protect themselves, the young girl is now a real princess of a country. She is not just a flower that enjoys a reputation because of her looks and not just relying on the aura of noble birth. Her powerful strength has made this girl with the charm of a leader and is the best interpretation of the word noble.

Serodi went up to check the wound on the top of the wolf king's head and then drew a breath of cold air. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at Hughes, who was not looking well, and sighed: "I didn't expect that your human girls, who also practice riding and shooting, would have such strength."

Hughes had a blank face and wanted to argue, but in the end, he said nothing.

Qing Yun, who finished the battle, did not go back to the carriage but walked to the injured knights. A soft glow emitted from his hands to heal the wounds on their bodies.

This is another reason why the Grand Mage chose Joyce because he has the same healing magic as Lydia. However, healing magic is extremely rare, so Qing Yun suspected that Joyce should have some relationship with the royal family of the Kingdom of Studian.

When he thought of this, irony flashed in Qing Yun's eyes. With the same appearance plus the same magic system, anyone can think of the blood relationship between the two. So the reason why the Grand Mage chose to let Joyce instead of Lydia be sent to the dragon was that he was afraid that he would take away Lydia's position as the heir to the throne, right?

It was useless to think more. Qing Yun looked up at the distant end of the forest. If he guessed correctly, Princess Lydia should have escaped from the palace, and the Grand Mage had also chased after her. Eventually, both of them will reach the territory of the elves, where he will wait to kill the Grand Mage and get rid of this damn thing on himself!

The world's "artifact" was once again spurned in his heart, but Qing Yun's face was expressionless. Since he looked in the mirror and saw his current appearance, Qing Yun had not smiled.

"There you go."

After healing an elf's broken limb, Qing Yun got up but was tugged by the grateful elf's hand.

This elven knight reverently pressed his forehead to the back of Qing Yun's hand: "Thank you, Your Highness. May the light of God shine on you forever."

Such blessings containing respect often appear in the mouths of these guards. Now, in their eyes, Qing Yun is no longer just a sacrifice in exchange for stability and happiness but a real savior that they are grateful for.

As soon as the elf's words fell, and before Qing Yun could respond, he heard the sound of animals running frantically.

The surrounding knights immediately stood up. They were surprised to find that the demon wolves that had fled earlier because the wolf king had been killed had returned the same way.

"Be careful! These magical beasts are crazy!"

Everyone picked up their weapons to aim at the wildly running magical beasts. However, these wildly running magical beasts didn't even notice them. These magical beasts were like being chased by some terrifying natural enemy, forgetting about hunting and only following their instincts to flee madly.

"What, what's going on?" Serodi is also astonished. The elves live in the forest all year round and understand the habits of magical beasts very well. He seemed to have thought of something and immediately had a cold expression on his face, "This group of magical beasts with such panic fleeing for their lives can only mean that there is something more terrifying and powerful ahead!"

Hearing Serodi's words, all the people's faces became grave. After all, they just saw a level eight magical beast running past, so how powerful will the magical beast be behind this?

While everyone held their breath, a few black shadows slowly emerged. When they came closer, everyone was surprised to find that it was only two to three people who came to the forest to hunt?

But Serodi did not relax because the moment he saw the dark-haired man in the lead, his body exploded with sweat.

Danger, complete danger!

"Who is your Excellency? Is that beast wave just now related to you?" Hughes did not have the keen senses of Serodi, and he was relieved to see the few people.

Hearing Hughes's question, the black-haired man at the head of the group did not answer. Instead, his dark red pupils, printed on his pale face, slowly swept over Hughes, Serodi, and others like some cold-blooded animals, before looking away in disappointment.

Seeing that their master did not want to answer the question, one person behind the black-haired man stepped forward: "Our master is Count Olsen from the border city. This time, we only came to the enchanted forest to hunt. We do not know anything about the earlier beast tide."

"Olsen?" Hughes frowned and remembered that he seemed to have heard this name. This appears to be a very old noble family, who has slowly declined. Still, the title has been miraculously passed down for hundreds of years.

The man in charge was indifferent. He did not fix his eyes on Serodi and the others. Instead, he turned his horse around to leave after taking a look to make sure he did not find the one he wanted.

At that moment, a clear and pleasant voice came through: "Border city? Are we arriving? Is there a market nearby?"

Hearing this voice, the black-haired man's ears twitched, and he turned his head, immediately locking his dark red eyes on the owner of this voice. However, seeing the figure of the person who spoke, a strong look of disappointment and puzzlement flashed through the eyes of Morris in human form.

If only...a boy would have been better.