After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

"By the way, Ingrid, I have a few gifts for you."

As he spoke, Charles exchanged several items from the system panel, then took them out and handed them to Ingrid.

Ingrid took the items that Charles handed her.

This is a dark blue knight's skirt armor, paired with metal gauntlets made of white iron.

Also handed over was a longsword with an ornate hilt, on which was engraved an inscription: “Whoever can draw this sword from the stone will be the King of England by the Mandate of Heaven.”

Claude, standing nearby, seemed to have noticed something and looked at Charles with a shocked expression: "Could it be... that red dragon from Britain in the book called 'The Night of Fate' in the Black Tower Bookstore...?"

Charles nodded solemnly: "That's right, exactly."

"What is this?"

Ingrid was raised strictly according to the code of chivalry from a young age and rarely read entertainment novels from the Black Tower Bookstore, so she didn't understand the riddle that Ciel and Claude were playing.

She weighed the knight's skirt armor, gauntlets, and longsword in her hand.

With her already near-legendary status and the strength to tame the Holy Pegasus as her mount, she could naturally see that there was not a trace of magic in these things.

In other words, this is not an armament prepared for combat by superhumans.

But rather, it's more like a ceremonial prop used in ceremonies.

"This is called a cosplay outfit. It's a new product I'm planning to launch at the Golden Deer Merchant Guild..." Xia Er explained, "Could you try it on and see how it looks?"

Ingrid looked at Ciel and Claude, who were looking at her expectantly, and then at the so-called cosplay outfit Ciel had mentioned. She felt that something was not right.

She wanted to refuse, but just as the words were about to come out, the female knight caught a glimpse of Sylvia, who was furtively looking at the three of them.

She silently mouthed a few words to Ingrid, then quickly looked away, afraid that Charles would notice.

"Your Highness—"

"Just keep spoiling him."

Ingrid sighed inwardly and began to put on the props.

As she put on each prop, she saw Claude and Ciel's eyes light up simultaneously.

"It's so similar, so incredibly similar!" This was Claude's exclamation.

"The moment I saw Ingrid, I knew she had the potential to cosplay Saber!" Ciel said with a hint of pride.

"Although she might be more suited to the white-skinned Saber in terms of temperament, considering her figure, the blue Saber is still the most suitable for Ingrid."

Claude suddenly collapsed to the ground, propping himself up with his hands, and looked at Ingrid: "Could you add another line? Yes, that one—'Tell me, are you my master?'"

"To be serious and aloof, it would be even better if you could add some queen-like aura."

"of course can."

A cold smile appeared on Ingrid's pretty face.

Then, she lifted her heavy metal riding boot and stomped on Claude's toes.

what--

It is said that on that day, every nobleman in the Second Palace heard a scream of unknown origin.

......

Ingrid returned to Sylvia's side in a cheerful mood.

Then, she saw the Dawn Saintess who appeared to be reading a newspaper carefully, but whose attention was not actually on the newspaper at all. Instead, she kept sneaking glances at the direction where Charles was not far away.

On the other side, Charles and Claude found a table and were each holding a cup of tea, talking loudly and passionately, their discussions occasionally punctuated by Claude's gasps of surprise.

After listening for a while, Ingrid roughly understood that the two seemed to be preparing to launch a brand new beverage called "Coca-Cola" in the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce, and had high expectations for it, even going so far as to raise the slogan of unifying the beverage industry during their high-flown discussions.

"Your Highness—"

Ingrid's words jolted Sylvia awake; she flinched like a startled cat before calming down.

"Don't scare me, Ingrid, how come you walk so quietly?"

Actually, I was wearing metal riding boots, and the sound of my footsteps could be heard from more than ten meters away.

You were so focused on His Majesty Ciel that you didn't even notice me standing right next to you.

Ingrid didn't voice her complaints, and sat down next to Sylvia.

With the exception of a very few Discipline Priests, most of the divine mages in the Dawn Church focus only on auxiliary divine spells and are not very good at combat.

Even Sylvia, the Dawn Saintess, is no exception to this.

Even though Sylvia's magical skill level is almost on par with His Highness the High Priest of the Dawn Church, once she gets close, even a fourth or fifth-tier physical attacker can put her in a tough fight.

For this reason, as early as when Sylvia was chosen to become the Dawn Saintess, Ingrid, the only daughter of the leader of the Holy Light Knights of the Dawn Church, was chosen as Sylvia's guardian knight.

The two grew up together since childhood. Even when Sylvia was undergoing her sainthood trials as the Dawn Saintess and traveling the continent incognito, she followed her all the way. At that time, they also joined the Morning Star Adventurer Group, which was in which Isabella belonged.

Although they are not related by blood, Sylvia is no different from a sister to Ingrid.

It could be said that even Sylvia herself might not understand herself as well as Ingrid does.

That's why Ingrid knew perfectly well what Sylvia was thinking about Charles.

Putting aside their previous travels across the continent, Sylvia began making various preparations a whole week in advance for her upcoming meeting with Charles in the capital.

Not to mention spending several days choosing clothes, Sylvia dragged Ingrid to the cosmetics counter at the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce to try on perfumes for the entire afternoon just to choose from for their meeting today.

However, despite making thorough preparations beforehand, progress is often slow to materialize once the meeting is actually held, due to various reasons.

Ingrid watched from the sidelines, feeling increasingly anxious.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly began, "Your Highness, I think that since you wish to take your relationship with His Majesty Charles to the next level..."

"Then perhaps you could try to be more proactive."

"No, you're wrong, Ingrid."

Sylvia's melodious voice rang out softly: "I recently read a romance comic from Black Tower Bookstore... and learned a completely new theory from it."

Even if you become lovers or husband and wife, there are still clear rights and obligations between lovers and husband and wife.

"If you want to gain a higher status in your future married life, then you must never be a loser!"

"Love is war!"

"In a relationship, the one who takes the initiative to reveal their feelings first is the loser."

"Charles may be excellent, but I will not lose this war!"

Sylvia tossed her long, flowing golden hair, which fluttered in the wind, and looked quite confident.

"After all, I am the Dawn Saintess!"

Ingrid stood there speechless.

In other words, is there a possibility...?

If you haven't taken the initiative to officially confirm the relationship, then...

Perhaps someone else will strike first...

However, before Inglet could even utter a word...

next moment--

A commotion broke out at the entrance of the palace.

This was accompanied by exclamations of "vampire" from many nobles.

The red-haired, crimson-eyed vampire progenitor, dressed in a magnificent court dress, walked through the crowd in the palace under the astonished gazes of the nobles.

Then, he went straight to Ciel, who was having a long talk with Claude, and moved closer to Ciel without hesitation.

“Your Majesty Charles, I have come here specifically to see you.”

Aisveta spoke slowly, the two of them almost touching, the girl's breath falling on Ciel's ear, carrying a warm sensation.

......

boom--

The person sitting next to him was clearly a frail, incapable sorcerer—

But at this moment, Ingrid clearly felt a dazzling killing intent rising into the sky.

"Stealing cat!"

Chapter 42 If you lose, you have to agree to one condition: 5k

"Please allow me to introduce myself, Your Highness Charles."

The vampire progenitor turned slightly to the side, a few strands of crimson hair falling down beside Charles.

Today she was wearing a dark purple court dress. Compared to her entrance exam at the Advanced Extraordinary Academy, she had styled her striking crimson hair into a long ponytail, revealing her swan-like, gracefully curved, snow-white neck.

Paired with a sparkling ruby ​​necklace, it looks elegant and noble.

What is most striking about her are her ears, which are slightly pointed. Although they are not as long and slender as those of the high elves, they are still enough to distinguish her from ordinary humans.

“My real name is Esveda Brunstad, representing the city of a thousand years.”