The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

A few rays of sunlight filtering through the bed curtains made her long, flowing golden hair shimmer and sparkle, complementing her silver knight's armor.

Princess Kurara of the Grand Duchy of Posey.

Chapter 029 Princess Kurara of the Grand Duchy (Bonus Chapter for 14000 Favorites)

Princess Kurara of the Grand Duchy of Posey was discovered to possess a talent for the attribute of light from a young age, setting her on the path to becoming a paladin. Now fourteen years old, she has come to the academy to study.

"Don't go too fast, there's enough time. Don't disturb the civilians," Kurara instructed the female steward in the same carriage.

The princess's housekeeper in the Grand Duchy is similar to a personal nanny, serving as a full-time caregiver for all her needs, including food, clothing, and shelter.

"Yes, Your Highness." The housekeeper immediately gave the order.

The convoy slowed down slightly.

Throughout the journey, Kurala spent most of her time resting with her eyes closed.

But after the convoy had traveled for a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, her emerald green pupils sweeping back as if she had noticed something, but she did not say anything to warn them.

A few breaths later, the cavalry commander guarding the caravan noticed and shouted, "Be alert! There are cavalry behind us, and they're moving very fast!"

Soon, a scout reported: "It's the banner of the Fite Empire's ministers, and it bears the crest of the Cromwell family!"

“The Fite Empire…the Cromwell family…” Princess Kurara repeated softly, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly, “a short rest by the roadside.”

"Yes! Slow down!" The convoy slowly stopped by the roadside to rest.

The Grand Duchy of Posey, though not strictly a part of the Fite Empire, was nonetheless a vassal state of it.

The Posi Empire was once a formidable power, but a coup d'état fragmented the country, leaving only a small faction to maintain its traditions. However, its strength was insufficient to continue calling it an empire. After several twists and turns, it submitted to the Fete Empire, which had risen in recent decades, and was granted the title of Grand Duchy.

Princess Kurara's father, as the head of the family, was granted the title of Grand Duke, nominally belonging to the Fite Empire. However, not being a unified nation, the Grand Duchy of Posi possessed independent economic and military rights, and inevitably clashed with imperial forces.

The Cromwell family, a direct descendant of the Fite Empire's noble families, holds a status no less than that of the Grand Duchy of Kurara, yet they are the most serious adversaries.

"During the rest period, put away the flags and emblems of the Grand Duchy." Kurara didn't want to cause trouble, so she kept a low profile.

The knights did as instructed and lowered the flags from the carriage.

Soon, the sound of even louder hooves approached, and five carriages, escorted by hundreds of knights, drew nearer from afar.

They were even faster, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Stop." A man's voice rang out from inside the galloping carriage, standing out clearly amidst the noise of the riders.

So, as Cromwell's massive convoy passed the Kurara convoy that was resting by the roadside, it slowly came to a stop.

"Princess Kurara, let's go together." The voice that spoke belonged to a young man.

He didn't step out of the carriage, but his voice, amplified by some kind of crystal power, traveled clearly to the other caravan.

Kurala recognized who it was and frowned, saying, "Tell him I'm not feeling well and am resting."

Even though they had put away their flags and badges, the other party still openly stated their name, clearly indicating they had been prepared. Kurara felt to herself that she was being manipulated.

The housekeeper, recognizing the man's identity, drew back the carriage curtain and announced loudly, "Viscount Cromwell, my princess is unwell and is resting here. Please..."

"Hehehe, Kurara, you can't be that afraid of me, can you?!" A cold laugh interrupted the housekeeper's words, and Cromwell scolded again, "Also, a housekeeper is not qualified to deliver messages!"

Many riders from Cromwell's team immediately burst into laughter.

Cromwell is the next heir to the Cromwell family and a noble viscount with a title recognized by the Cromwell family, who can be directly referred to by the name Cromwell.

Given this status, it wouldn't be a problem for her to reprimand the housekeeper of a princess of a grand duchy.

The housekeeper, Kurala, turned pale with anger.

brush--

Kurara's carriage door was pulled open, and Kurara leaped into the air. In the middle of the leap, she reached out with her right hand and grabbed a metal spear that the guard knight was straddling his horse.

In the sunlight, she was dazzlingly beautiful in her silver armor, the silver light flashing like lightning and her golden hair like a rainbow. With a lithe twist in mid-air, the spear in her hand shot out, heading straight for Cromwell's carriage.

Buzz————

A loud whooshing sound rang out.

The two guard knights opposite hurriedly drew their swords and slashed, trying to block the attack of the spear.

Thud, thud—

With two clanging sounds, the knight's sword nearly slipped from his hand.

But the spear continued its momentum, fiercely attacking the carriage.

Ding—The carriage's protective array immediately activated, and a visible, ripple-like protective shield appeared around the carriage, followed by the sound of a crystal shattering.

The spear was partially blocked by the protective barrier, but its momentum continued, and it pierced the front of the carriage with a thud.

"Ouch!" The spear was only half an arm's length away from the coachman, who screamed and tumbled off the carriage.

The spear was embedded in the wooden board of the windshield, vibrating and humming.

Kurara landed firmly on her feet, took a knight's sword from the butler who hurriedly got out of the car, and proudly pointed it at the convoy opposite.

The knights on both sides drew their swords, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

"Are all the girls in your Grand Duchy so fierce?" Cromwell's teasing voice came from inside the carriage. "I was hoping to be classmates with you at Nichika Academy, but you've gone to Tsukigaku Academy instead. How ruthless!"

"Those who bully me are bullying me! The honor of a knight cannot be tarnished in the slightest." Kurara narrowed her eyes, her once gentle gaze now filled with murderous intent. "It's destined that some people will only ever be enemies!"

"Haha, we can't let the open conflict between our two families happen so soon, or we'll have a hard time explaining to the Emperor." Cromwell seemed to take it all in stride, laughing as he instructed his knights, "Let's go sightseeing, let them go first."

A few soft laughs came from inside the carriage, and it seemed there was more than one woman.

Without hesitation, the knights of Cromwell's caravan sheathed their swords and pulled their horses, preparing to escort the caravan away amidst the clatter of hooves.

The coachman, who had just fallen off the carriage, scrambled back onto it, trying to get back into his seat as quickly as possible.

"Now that you've fallen, how dare you come back up?" Cromwell's voice rang out.

The coachman was taken aback.

But the next instant, he felt someone grab his back and he was lifted into the air.

While its body was still in mid-air, its head had already fallen to the ground...

A guard in black took his place in the carriage, pulled out the nailed lance and discarded it, then pulled the reins to control the carriage.

Kurara and his men watched Cromwell's convoy turn and leave in silence for a long time.

The pool of blood and the headless corpse left on the ground, along with the knight's lance discarded nearby, made Kurara realize that her path of cultivation would be anything but simple...

"Bury him nearby, then see if there's anything that reveals his identity, and send his family a condolence payment. Come to think of it, it was my fault he died..." Kurara, her face grim, sheathed her sword, climbed back into the carriage, and closed her beautiful eyes. When she opened them again a few breaths later, there was no hesitation in her eyes.

"After a 15-minute rest, we'll head to Moonlight Academy!"

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The elemental talent testing ground at Saint*Vision*Moonlight Optical Academy.

"It's all an illusion; it can't fool me!"

Lorenwei had been teleported back to the starting point, and she cried out in disbelief.

She looked at the pitiful little hexagon in the palm of her left hand, in disbelief.

Six Ds?! Just six Ds?!

Damn it, am I destined to be with 36D?

What about three?

"Hey, number three, I've never seen anyone with such mediocre, average talent before," the teacher chuckled. "You waited until so late to go up for the test, and that's it?"

Lorenwei: "..."

Damn it, isn't the "trash-to-hero" genre outdated?!

Oh, 36D isn't just useless, it's a useless man...

Chapters 030-031: Lorenwei's (in men's clothing) talent is 36D.

Lorenwei couldn't believe she had such a 36D figure.

The third among the dozen or so candidates received an exceptionally average talent rating of six Ds.

At that time, Meilan received one A, two Bs, and two Cs.

Lorenwei, on the other hand, was very confident. She had already passed the tests of the Great Sage and the Cardinal, and she was bound to get an S grade and be in the limelight.

So when she was about to undergo the elemental talent assessment, she strode confidently up the steps with an air of nonchalance.

Unfortunately, she inherited none of the traits of a great sage, nor the grace of a cardinal, nor the youthful spirit of a boy.

Her swaggering walk up the stairs was reminiscent of the model-like strides of the four wealthy men in Stephen Chow's "Flirting Scholar," or the backward-leaning posture of Wang Duoyu leading his security guards in "Hello Mr. Billionaire"...

"What's wrong with this student?" the teacher muttered to himself, looking at him strangely.

Other candidates were whispering among themselves.

"Did he sprain his ankle?"

"No, it's probably a congenital disability."

"Go, Loren!" Meilan shouted from behind Lorenwei, suddenly realizing that the strange gait seemed...

So handsome!

"How do you walk like that?" Meilan immediately followed behind and tried to imitate him a few times, almost falling to the ground. "Amazing! Loren can even walk like that? I can hardly learn it!"

It must be said that her aesthetic sense, including her appreciation of music, is truly unique...

Amidst the bewildered looks from teachers and other test-takers, and the cheers of Meilan, Lorenwei confidently stepped onto the stairs.

The first challenge is the green staircase with the element of wood.

Lorenwei took a steady step.

Hmm? Not a bit of pressure. That's normal; I'm exceptionally talented.