Special: A Day in Lesiah’s Life (3)

Special: A Day in Lesiah’s Life (3)

The mace came to an abrupt halt when it was less than an inch away from Lesiah’s forehead. Her silver hair fluttered in the breeze that it stirred up.

She remained unscathed.

The princess blew a kiss at the maid who broke out in cold sweat after realizing that she had nearly gotten herself into grave trouble. “I knew you wouldn’t do it.”

After dropping that line, she walked past the maid.

“Wait!”

The maid came back to her senses and quickly turned to stop the princess, only to be met with a handful of dust.

“ARRGHH!! MY EYES!!”

Prior to attaining the saint realm, even warriors with a slightly stronger physical body were nothing more than a mortal. Hence, just a large amount of dust in their eyes was enough to make them clutch their face and howl in pain.

Lesiah dusted her hands and bounced away while humming a little song.

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“You’ll have to get past me if you wish to leave the palace.”

As Lesiah approached the palace’s gate, she was greeted by Coleman’s solemn face. “Your royal highness, I’d advise you to turn back. You stand no chance against me, the strongest expert below the saint realm in Macedonian Empire.”

“Is that so? I didn’t expect the royal knights would be involved today. Even so, I don’t think that is a good reason to make me give up here today.”

Coleman’s sleeves puffed up and a large number of fine threads shot out from it. His fingers danced, weaving them into a large net that quickly wrapped the gates.

“Hoho. Aside from their weakness to fire, a mere rank nine warrior like you definitely won’t be able to get past my magical strings.”

Coleman secretly gave Lesiah a signal with his eyes.

The princess followed his gaze and discreetly threw a glance behind her. The head servant was watching them silently by a window in the distance. However, she didn’t chase her all the way here for some reason.

Realization dawned upon Lesiah.

“I see. I didn’t expect you’d be so well prepared to capture me and to even use the magical strings that could brave anything but fire...”

“Ahaha, of course. I must stop you this time, princess!”

It was only then the princess took out a human face mask and put it on. In just the blink of an eye, she was transformed into another person.

She soon arrived in front of a shabby wooden door and knocked on it rhythmically — nine light and one heavy taps.

A few moments later, but long enough to convince people to leave thinking that no one was at home, a hoarse voice finally rang out on the other side of the door.

“Who is it?”

“A lady of culture.”

“State your business?”

“Literature exchange.”

“Of what kind?”

Lesiah pondered over the question for a moment.

Since this would be the last time she’d come here this month, then perhaps something a bit more exciting?

“The dirty kind,” she replied.

The shabby wooden door, which looked like it would fall into disrepair at any moment, finally opened with a creak.

A middle-aged man poked his head out cautiously and his eyes instantly lit up at the familiar face.

“Oh, you’re here! Come in please!”

He hurriedly ushered Lesiah into his house. “It’s only been a day since we last met but I have certainly missed you, my lady!”

“Let’s get straight to the business... I only want to know if the goods that I wanted before have arrived.”

“Of course...”

The middle-aged man’s eyes crinkled up, making him look even more wretched.

“They’re all here, but... there’s quite a lot. I’m wondering if you...”

Lesiah raised her eyebrow and a satisfied smile broke across her average-looking new face.

“I’ll take everything.”