An Su stared at the fresh blood on her hands, thinking to herself how her girlish heart was indeed brimming with vivid red vitality.
"Like a vase sitting in the church, sipping flower tea, and accepting the protection of Holy Knights, that's what good upbringing for a princess is all about." Cersei revealed a flawless smile, lightly lifting the hem of her white dress, "Please rest assured, Mr. An Su."
There was no need to kill the enemy; merely sitting in the church made it possible to effortlessly skip classes and complete tasks, and... potentially usurp the identity of the Dawn Saintess, who left a monumental impact in history and whom successive Radiant Holy Saintesses regarded as the benchmark.
An Su gazed at Cersei's perfectly innocent smile and slightly furrowed his brow.
—So this was Princess Cersei's plot...
