The prince adjusted his clothes, shook his cloak, and rose from his seat with refined elegance, frequently nodding to the surrounding crowd.
"This... I... don't need it, right?" Helen was bewildered.
"Helen, Prince Richard is a standout among the Holy Temple Knights. Stop declining," Great Shaman Wei An was beaming at the little fox. "I've seen your followers, they're too vulgar and not fitting for your noble status."
"I think I don't need it," Helen responded to the prince's fervent enthusiasm with an icy gaze and a curt tone.
"Why?" Prince Richard was surprised.
There was dead silence all around, the atmosphere frozen solid.
Liu Zhenhan laughed to himself from afar, feeling boisterously happy.
"Ahem..." The beautiful priestess cleared her throat and spoke, "Helen is a girl, don't we have to consider this when sending a Holy Temple Knight to act as her guardian?"
"You mean..." Great Shaman Wei An was also stunned.
