Chapter 442: Brother, Let Me Show You...

The moment Duke finished saying, "It's my duty," the young girl was thrown into disarray.

Her mouth opened and closed silently, screaming:

Duke.

I've always...

The girl's heart swayed like a willow in the wind, uncertain.

Her heartbeat was loud and clear, shaking her eardrums, shaking her chest. Her chest felt so uncomfortable, the overflowing sense of excitement was like a volcano about to erupt in her chest, as if it would tear her heart apart and break free at any moment.

The air had become dry at some point, her mouth half-opened as if locked in place, unable to open any wider.

The warm air invaded her lungs, and when she exhaled, it made her entire throat and mouth feel like they were on fire.

She was shy and unbearable, but her rationality was urging her to take action.

The Duke Marcus in front of her was the most outstanding young man of the Alliance's ten nations, the greatest hero, without a doubt. He was busy all day, he was glorious and great, he was the hope of all mankind. If she gave up this opportunity to confess, she might never get another chance.

Numerous voices in Calia's mind rushed towards her:

Speak up, Calia!

Gather your courage, Calia!

Don't you aspire to be like those girls in novels who bravely pursue their love and seize their own happiness?

He's a duke of the southern kingdom, once the war is over, he'll return to the southern continent! Your father, who is always trying to gain more territory for Lordaeron, won't allow you to marry far away.

Despite her illustrious background, she was very clear that her enviable princess status was not valued by Duke.

There was no deliberate flattery, no fear from a distance, just a sense of peace.

Neither humble nor arrogant, but giving a very comfortable feeling.

This is what she wanted!

Such a young hero is what she has been seeking in countless midnight dreams.

Her heart screamed again: Take action, Calia!

Rationality was driving Calia to take action, and then...

Calia gathered every bit of courage in her body, what she thought was a shout was actually spoken in a normal volume.

"Can... Can... Can... Can I be your follower?"

Oh my god! What kind of nonsense did I just say!

I should have said 'Would you like to date me?'

But... it's so embarrassing! I can't say that!

Wuu wuu wuu! Calia cried, the girl cried sadly in her heart.

Especially after seeing Duke's bewildered expression, the girl was even more ashamed and wanted to die.

What on earth did I say!?

Biting her teeth, squeezing out the last bit of courage from her body.

"I want to follow you and travel the world!"

Huh? Something seems wrong? Hasn't this become a standard follower's statement? I just need to say I like him in a normal way!

Wuu wuu wuu!

But Duke...

Duke still keenly sensed Princess Calia's intentions. As a veteran player who crossed over just before the 6.0 version of the game, Duke didn't know that Princess Calia would become one of the most popular followers in the Priest Temple in the later timeline. This didn't prevent Duke from increasing his fondness for Princess Calia.

Duke stared at Princess Calia:

Her golden hair, like a waterfall, was tied into a chic bun behind her head, revealing a long, ivory-white neck. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and her serious and anxious expression made people feel a dreamlike sense of unreality.

At this moment, Princess Calia embodied the most girlish side, a pure beauty that made all men's hearts throb and couldn't help but want to protect. Coupled with her noble and extraordinary temperament in every move... this was fatally attractive to any normal man.

"Huh!" After a brief daze, Duke's brain started to work at high speed.

From an emotional and sensory perspective, hooking up with the famous sister of Arthas, a legitimate, high-born princess, would undoubtedly satisfy any man's vanity.

Just think about it, if this former prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron... this Arthas, who from donning armor to his defeat at Icecrown, had more than seventeen heroes, including three kings and a blue dragon, fall under his warhammer and Frostmourne, causing the entire continent and even the whole world of Azeroth to tremble, had to call Duke his brother-in-law.

Oh, oh, oh!

That kind of sour and refreshing feeling, just thinking about it would make one climax.

Unfortunately, rationality was telling Duke that this was courting death.

Just as Duke couldn't move Arthas now, Duke also couldn't make a move on Princess Calia. If the wheels of history couldn't be stopped, then the outcome of the Second War at the Dark Portal was almost a foregone conclusion, and the Third War was inevitable.

According to the original history, all investments within the borders of Lordaeron were destined to be wiped out under the fierce attack of the Scourge.

Throwing a million gold coins into the sea could at least splash up a huge wave. But investing in Lordaeron in any form was destined to fail. Not from one end of the street to the other, but straight to the center of the earth.

Thinking of this, Duke made a decision - he would take the princess, but he wouldn't give a penny to Lordaeron.

Duke shamelessly adopted Medivh's integrity. At this moment, Duke was possessed by a saint, he unconsciously had the most holy temperament, the greatest sentiment.

Duke's gentle smile, those eyes that seemed to draw people in, that magnetic voice, made the inexperienced Princess Calia intoxicated.

"People who want to become my followers are as numerous as the stars in the sky. Calia, what can you do?"

Princess Calia sensitively noticed that Duke didn't use 'princess' or 'your highness', which made her uncomfortable, but called her by her name more intimately. Although this was a very common thing in people's daily lives, it made Calia ecstatic.

"Can... Can I call you Duke?"

Duke nodded with a smile.

"I... I'm actually a mid-level Discipline Priest."

After saying that, Calia showed Duke her Holy Light, which was indeed incredibly pure, and her cultivation was quite high.

Duke was dumbfounded.

Duke had gathered quite a few followers, several future marshals, several heroes, those who could fight and tank, those who could eavesdrop on intelligence, those who could lead and stand alone, but he didn't have any pure healing professions.

A full-time healing priest hero is a big healer! Big healer! Understand? A group of big men fighting in front, severely injured and almost dead, the resurrection often relies on the most critical healing, oh, no, it's [Greater Heal].

At this moment, Duke was even more determined to take Princess Calia away.