Chapter 41 Banquet (Part 1)

K City seemed to have not encountered such a big event for a long time.

A princess from a small Northern European country came to China to study. To better experience life, she specifically got rid of her retinue and arrived at her destination alone. While the relevant departments were preparing the welcome event in a hurry, our princess was freeloading food and drink at a Chinese high school student's house—this was the script directed by Sandora.

The big-eater girl in front of me was quickly shoveling food into her mouth, while I tried to suppress my twitching face and said, "Sandora, can't you find a place to live? Are you going to freeload at my place every day?"

Sandora mumbled with her mouth full, "Mmm—because I like being with you—and I didn't expect your sister can cook so well…"

My sister responded a bit shyly, "Thank you…"

Even now, my sister still found it incredibly unbelievable that I could somehow bring a princess home.

Seeing that my sister was still somewhat unnatural, I said helplessly, "Sis, just relax. Apart from the title of princess, this girl is no different from us."

My sister immediately retorted, "Ah Jun, you shouldn't say that! Sandora is still a princess after all. We should be respectful; otherwise, it could become an international dispute…"

Dear sister, you think too much. Having a conflict with Sandora would actually elevate it to the level of a racial and interstellar dispute. Calling it an international dispute is too trivial.

These past few days, our classmates had been fervently discussing what the sudden appearance of the mysterious princess might be like, but they didn't know that the subject of their discussions was actually the noble golden-haired girl beside them who consumed the food of three people every afternoon. The reason was simple: although Sandora had the aura of a princess and initially arrived with four foreign bodyguards who looked impressive, her appetite directly shot down any possibility of people relating her with the identity of a princess.

Three days passed in a flash. The foreign princess coming to this city for study was indeed a big deal, and the mysterious nature of the princess who had yet to make an appearance attracted even more attention. During this time, I gradually understood how Sandora managed to create such an incredible identity for herself.

Sandora's target was Liska, a cold island country in Northern Europe, with a land area of sixty thousand square kilometers and a population of more than five million. Due to the cold climate, most people lived around the capital, Fudun, while the rest of the country had vast, sparsely populated icefields. Because it didn't have any special products or globally influential figures, this relatively sizable island country didn't have much fame. It only relied on its developed commerce and recently booming tourism industry to maintain a relatively affluent lifestyle for its residents. Sandora and her subordinates took a fancy to this Northern European country with its vast icy wilderness and large influx of foreign populations.

I never knew what kind of abilities Sandora acquired in the Abyss. I had only seen her Abyss combat form and knew nothing about her Abyss abilities until yesterday when she personally told me what they were.

Event Composition.

That was how Sandora described it.

Specifically, it involved converting her will into a direct causal interference power, forcibly turning a fictional event into reality. Using this ability, Sandora fabricated the identity of a princess for herself.

Undoubtedly, this was an almost godlike ability—if it didn't come with so many restrictions.

With a success rate of less than one-tenth, the larger the scope of influence, and the more detached from reality the fictional event, the greater the backlash harm to the user. Each activation put the user in a near-death weakened state for twenty-four hours, and a failure could even trigger a collapse of the causal law…

With so many restrictions, I really didn't know whether to call this ability godlike or a mere annoyance. Kudos to Sandora for being so bold; she dared to take such a risk despite the serious consequences.

"It's not so bad," Sandora waved her hand dismissively when I criticized her for taking too much risk, "Anyway, it succeeded, didn't it? I just won't use this ability in the future."

In a small café near the city center square, Qianqian, Sandora, Pandora, and I were whiling away our boring afternoon—after continuous extra classes, we were indeed a bit unused to suddenly having a day off.

I peeked outside at the almost fully prepared open-air banquet venue and said to Sandora, "It's almost time; if you don't show up now, won't those prep members be frantic?"

"No worries," Sandora waved her hand and grabbed my plate of snacks, stuffing them into her mouth, "I told them I would appear at the right time. If they can't even manage that, there is nothing I can do about it."

"Sandora," Qianqian said, still a bit confused, "Are you really a princess?"

"Absolutely." Sandora stuffed the last piece of my snack into her mouth and then snapped her fingers, "Waiter, one more serving!"

Why was this girl so different from how she acted in private?

Qianqian kept turning her head, her gaze sweeping between us, and suddenly blurted out, "Lately, it feels like you three are acting strange, like I'm the only normal one here."

"Because you are the only ordinary person here," Sandora said seriously.

"I really want to have superpowers too…" Qianqian said weakly, lying on the table.

At that moment, a commotion broke out outside, and we peeked out to see a team of foreigners dressed like European court officials from the Middle Ages riding motorcycles entering the venue.

"I think they would look better on horses," Qianqian commented.

I nodded in agreement, "Indeed, riding motorcycles in ancient costumes looks quite silly."

Since the open-air banquet had already started, there was no need for us to waste more time here. I had specifically starved myself since noon just for this moment…

This was a genuinely open gathering, where anyone could join regardless of status or background—as long as you wanted to come, you could participate. Of course, suitable people filters still existed, but we were not in that filtering range. The intriguing identity of a foreign princess and the promise of free food attracted countless people, some wanting to see beauties, some looking for a free meal, and many hoping to enjoy both at the same time…

Although the city center square was huge, the crowd that gathered was even more overwhelming, almost filling the entire square. The four of us could barely move in the crowd. Only then did I realize that the so-called free food service was simply deceiving us. Finding the few scattered food points amid this massive crowd was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. Honestly, I was starving… I should have fought harder when Sandora took the snacks from my plate earlier.

After squeezing for a while, Sandora suddenly sighed, "Earthlings really are many."

Qianqian exclaimed, "The way you said it makes it sound like you're not an Earthling!"

I chuckled dryly, "This girl is full of nonsense."

Looking at the dense crowd around us, I suddenly worried, "If this continues, won't it be impossible for us to get in until the banquet ends?"

"If I don't show up, can the banquet end?" Sandora rolled her eyes at me, showing no signs of worry at all.

"Do you have a good way to get in?" I looked at Sandora's confident expression and couldn't help but ask. It made sense; with Sandora's identity and experience, how could she not have thought of such a simple thing?

Sandora giggled and then waved her hand, "Livelihood experience complete. Now, follow me!"

This girl indeed had a backup plan!

The three of us followed Sandora out of the crowd and took several twists and turns until we reached the other side of the square, where a small group of well-dressed foreigners were anxiously pacing.

Sandora straightened her slightly crumpled clothes, her demeanor suddenly changed from a mischievous neighbor's little sister to a noble foreign princess, then she walked forward and reprimanded, "Why are you so rude!"

The few foreigners were startled by Sandora's sudden voice. When they saw her face, they were almost overjoyed and ready to jump, but remembering they were in front of the princess, these well-trained security personnel quickly calmed down. Yet, their voices still carried undisguised excitement and relief, "Princess! You're finally here; we couldn't reach you,"

"Alright," Sandora waved her hand, "Didn't I tell you? With my four bodyguards, I'll be fine—enough of that. Time is short, these are my friends, take us in together."

"This…" The foreigners looked at each other, "This is inappropriate, right?"

"Do you have doubts about this?" Sandora asked coldly, unleashing the full power of her spiritual suppression. The foreigners shuddered and shook their heads repeatedly, "No doubts, no doubts…"

"Now I believe it," Qianqian stuck out her tongue, "Sandora is indeed a princess."

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