For nineteen years, the girl had never wavered; she always walked on the path that was the most correct, the most just, "Regardless of the outcome, I will bring forth the most noble, the grandest of blossoms."
"Your plan is perfect but there are two problems," Merlin raised his hand, "First, if An Su kills you, according to my understanding of him, with the character of that beast, he's unlikely to leave your body intact—he can freeze someone's blood into an Ice Blade."
"...This is indeed a problem," the girl showed her first sign of perplexity in nineteen years, "It's something he is capable of doing."
"The second problem."
Merlin gazed at Cersei's Magic Circuit, the Princess's circuit was of a unique shape, with branches of the Golden Kite Flower proliferating, every magic branch was a petal of the golden kite, perfect and flawless due to its holiness, and after Cersei became a Demigod, the very end of the branch bloomed into the most splendid flower.
