Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

Secret Tower, the Temple of Dark Moon.

Grace of the Three Queens looked a bit decadent.

Although the word does not fit well to an elegant and bright beauty, it is true. Her long blonde hair is still neatly combed, and her face is still beautiful, even her clothes are perfect without any wrinkles.

But even if her dress is flawless, she can't conceal the lack of **** paleness on her face, and with those azure blue eyes that seemed to have been severely hit and lost, she stared blankly at the candlelight swaying on the table in front of her. When she heard someone calling her, she slowly raised her head and looked at it with dull eyes.

"His Royal Highness the Three Queens?"

The mud couldn't support the wall. Seeing Grace's horrible performance, the Mita magicians who were present flashed this idea in unison, but mud also has the advantage of mud, that is, it is easy to control. Christon has the right to inherit the royal family, and only the three kings, Grace, is the easiest puppet on the throne.

Therefore, the voice of the magician who called the three queens became softer and harmless, and all the contempt was converged. Although it is still insignificant, it will not let the other party notice this subtle emotion, and the temples are still mixed. The sorcerer who was pale, but his face had returned to his youthful appearance, asked gently:

"How are you preparing? This may be your last chance, Your Majesty the Three Queens. This time we will get closer to the Imperial Front, but if you still can't make it, then everything is in vain. Your desire for the throne is only Is this?"

Grace looked down slightly in silence, of course there was more than that. She had made up her mind since she was sent to the Holy See. She must become the new king of Christon, and must have freedom and power. Even if you are conspiring with the tiger.

But when the retort reached her lips, she couldn't say it.

That day, Mitta's plan was very good.

They set up a temporary teleportation circle in the blind corner of the palace. Since they can't get to the imperial front, it is also a choice to approach the king's palace. There she finally met her father, who hadn't seen him in more than ten years. He looked a lot older than he used to be. He also lost his vigorous momentum. He was old.

When the old king faced Mitta’s sudden impulse, although he was panicked subconsciously for a moment, he quickly reacted. Even if the group of magicians touched him, they did not dare to touch him. When he was about to yell the guards to let them in to take someone, someone called him:

"Father."

Regarding her father, Grace couldn’t tell her emotions and feelings. She always thought she hated the man who sent her into the cage with her own hands, but when she saw him again, she felt that she had always persisted. It's not that strong.

She seemed to be looking at her father from a strange perspective, he was old. Even if he is old enough, he can take the throne he has always liked most from him. I saw him abandoning his children for the sake of the stability of the throne.

"It's Grace..."

The old king also recognized his only daughter.

His turbid eyes were gleaming. Although he loved beauty and wine, he was a diligent and diligent king when he was still young. He also quickly thought about why his daughter, who had given up, came to him.

"Although I have seen the information about your being taken by the Mitta, I also thought that you would conspiracy with the Mitta and become another contender for the Christon throne, Grace. But I didn't expect that your situation would be Like this..." The old king swept past the miracles behind the three princes who seemed to be huddling her, but at a glance they could see that they were in fact the one who held the sovereignty.

"I'm a little disappointed in you, Grace."

Not just talking about it, but the expression of the old king is also an expression of disappointment without any cover, which makes Grace feel like a fragile feeling of pride that is expected to be praised when facing her father. Her soap bubble was punctured, and her smile was stiff on her face, terribly funny.

"Father? I escaped from the prison of the Holy See. I also bypassed many barriers and came to you. Now I stand in front of you, Grace! I should be your only heir. Right? Alex is a crippled man, Grorence is a lunatic, Odysseus has long since disappeared—"

Grace couldn't control her emotions.

She also didn't want to yell at the father, and didn't want to lose face in front of the people of Mitta, but she couldn't help it. She looked at the old man in disbelief. The old king's body was weakened, and she was not as strong as a woman, but Grace couldn't help but...began to be afraid.

She is not a strong-minded person.

"It's not you who came out of the Holy See, Grace."

The old king's eyes were like sharp blades, and a sword pierced into Grace's heart, dripping with blood! "Did you get out of the Holy See by yourself? Didn't you! Didn't you leave there with the help of Wilton, Lord of the Tower, do you really feel like you escaped from the prison? Don't lie to yourself, Grid Liz, you just jumped from one cage to another."

"A trap in a cage, a waste that is content with the status quo and depends on outsiders. I don't care about what traitorous agreement you and Wilton of Mitar have reached. But Grace, you are not qualified to be Christon’s new king!"

"Father, you locked me in a cage with your own hands! I obviously don't have to live so hard and so cautiously. I'm the third queen of Christon!" The father who hates him but cares very much. Wang Guangquan denied, and Grace, who was not so strong, collapsed in an instant.

"I obviously can be high above. I could have learned to govern the country like Alex, or go to the military like Glens. As long as I have the same status and treatment as them, as long as I have a choice, I can do it too. ..."

"You can't do it, Grace."

The attitude of the old king is very firm:

"Do you think you can do what they can do as long as you have the same platform as Alex or Glarence? Alex is my favorite heir. His talent is the only one in the world, as early as he was ten years old. I was able to take over Christon’s authority from me, and deal with any political affairs perfectly. If it weren’t for Shiryl’s production, he was...chosen, he would have been Chris as early as eight years ago. It's the king of the meal."

"And Glenn, he had no inheritance right before Alex’s accident, but he was an ambitious and ambitious child. He joined the border guards of Christon incognito, and was able to travel from an unknown soldier. The general of the imperial front is almost impossible for a person who does not rely on his family as a commoner."

"But he did it, and he did an exceptionally good job! He has been in the army for nearly ten years, and now all the forces in the army that support him are created by himself. Except for Alex, he He is the most suitable person to ascend to the throne."

"Gliss, I still remember that when you were ten years old, you were still acting like a baby in your mother's arms. You can't deny that the resources you had at that time were actually the same as those of Alex. And when you were twenty, You should be complaining in the Holy See. In terms of talent, you can't compare to Alex, and you can't compare to Glenn by strength. You can't even compare to Odysseus."

"At least Odysseus left the Mita on his own."

Grace is going crazy!

She wanted to refute loudly, but she had to admit that everything the father said was actually correct.

She asked herself, at the age of ten, can she really handle Christon's piles of government affairs as easily as Alex did? Can she really survive the hardships of her military career when she was twenty?

No, she can't do it.

Someone sighed softly, and a Mita Mage who was wearing a tight mage robe stood up, her voice was gentle, but there was also an indifferent chill:

"His Royal Highness, since His Majesty the King does not want to pass on the throne to you, there is no need to say more. Just follow our plan. Please make your decision--"

"Decision..." The king's eyes sharpened instantly. He looked at the group of dark magicians with a vigilant look, and then looked at the three queens Grace with complicated eyes mixed with other things, "Why, Grace, do you want to kill a father?"

"You don't need to listen to His Majesty the King’s nonsense, Your Majesty the Three Queens. As he said, His Royal Highness is outstandingly talented, but he is disabled after all. The second prince is outstanding in strength and has a large crowd, but he is crazy. No one knows if he will be crazy again in the future, will he?"

The mysterious magician ignored the king's vigilance.

She only slowly induced:

"And now, aren't you standing in front of His Majesty the King? No matter what he says, you are the closest to the throne, not the prince and the second prince. As long as you are cruel, you only need to cut the throne. It can only be yours..."

A dagger was stuffed into Grace's hand.

She was pushed from behind, and she staggered a few steps forward and came to the king's face. She didn't dare to look up at the face of the father, but it must be very scary. She trembled involuntarily, with her hands in her hands. The blade of the knife is unstable.

Do you want to kill the father?

Can she really do it?

Father, you only need to admit me!

Really...Is it this far?

After a long time, seeing the three princes still hesitating, the elderly king sighed, he seemed to not care about the dagger in Grace's hand, he took two steps forward and patted his daughter's drooping head. , The voice finally softened a lot.

"Gris, if you had the courage to kill your own father, many years ago, you should have run out of the Holy See with that courage. Look, you can't do it."

The blade finally slipped from the palm of Grace's palm and fell on the ground. After a crisp but ear-piercing bang, someone in Mitta’s magician couldn’t help but mutter, “Why are you still hesitating at this time? I said earlier, did the Mitta just come to the palace for a day trip at such a big risk? It's really..."

Until the person next to him pulled his arm, and then squeezed it fiercely, this person stopped, although the pressure was very low, but there was still a clear and audible complaint in the five extremely quiet hall. The people in the Mita were all wearing black robes of the same style, covering the whole body tightly. Grace couldn't tell who said this, but this didn't prevent her from breaking down.

The leader of the magicians stood there quietly, not scolding her companion's bad words, which proved that she actually thought the same way. She suddenly raised her head and looked outside the door surrounded by a transparent barrier. With a regretful sigh:

"Then there is no way, let's retreat first, our enchantment has been discovered, these defenders are really annoying."

The voice of the leader of the magician is still gentle, but her eyes are not so friendly when looking at Grace who is shrinking. Her eyes are extremely cold, disappointment and impatient emotions linger in her heart, she has been watching The three queens Grace, who couldn't stand sliding on the ground, seemed to be looking at a dead person.

It dropped the chain at a critical time, this idiot.

If it weren't for a child whom everyone expected in her stomach...

This kind of thought flashed through her mind, and she sighed slightly again, restraining her intention to kill, her voice was still gentle and gentle, "Let's go, Your Highness Grace."