Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

"Do you still think you're princesses? You've already been kicked out. In this cold winter, Your Highness should hurry up and find a reliable man! Let a man warm you up!"

The libertine laughed lewdly, and the girl's face turned pale and then red, but she had no choice but to pull her mother away.

They were expelled from the palace five days ago. At that time, only the mother was expelled because the father doubted her chastity.

What angered Charlotte was that not a single person in the palace stood up for her mother. Even her older brothers and sisters, whom she always looked up to as role models, were all silent in front of their father, watching helplessly as their mother was driven out and forced to eat porridge with the refugees.

So Charlotte, in a fit of anger, stood up and chose to go with her mother. She took her mother's hand and went to the city wall to scoop porridge for her. Charlotte remembers that almost half the city came out to watch. Charlotte and her mother ate the porridge they had begged for under everyone's gaze.

Not long after, their father left, but the number of people watching them did not decrease. They were surrounded by people every day. The first few days were okay because no one dared to approach them because of their noble status. They could barely fill their stomachs with the food from the poorhouse every day. They also found an abandoned house in the city and settled down. Although the environment was much worse than before, they could at least survive.

But as they wandered outside for longer and longer, the king showed no intention of bringing them back to the palace, and they attracted more and more men.

A queen abandoned by the king, wandering the city with her beautiful fifteen-year-old daughter, a former princess, is like throwing a piece of fat meat in front of a pack of hungry wolves.

For the first few days, the libertines were afraid of their status and the stares of those around them, so they dared not approach them. Charlotte was able to use her princess authority to keep these men at bay.

But as her days of wandering grew longer, her authority became less and less effective.

These libertines became shrewd; they discovered that even if they flirted with the two men, they wouldn't be punished. The fearsome guards wouldn't punish them for their actions, so they began to act with impunity.

Moreover, in their view, the empress and the beautiful princess would eventually need to rely on a man. After all, they had nothing outside. The upbringing and beauty they had cultivated in the palace were just a burden outside. In addition, the princess's empty and flirtatious majesty meant that such a person would eventually either fall ill or be abused in some unseen place. Therefore, finding someone to rely on as soon as possible was the right solution.

But who would dare to take in this mother and daughter now? They were driven out of the palace by the king, and the nobles treated them like plagues, avoiding them at all costs. The police and public officials dared not approach them, fearing they would enter their jurisdiction. Commoners dared not associate with them either, closing their doors and windows whenever they saw them, as if they were terrifying monsters.

Chapter 83 The Wandering Queen and Princess

Only refugees, vagrants, and those fearless libertines follow them around all day, chasing after these two beautiful flowers, teasing them, whistling at them, and regarding them as sweet mares.

After following them for a few days, they discovered that the young princess acted more like an adult, while the queen behaved more like an innocent little girl.

In the Queen's eyes, the world seemed pink. She regarded everyone as a good person. When people kindly gave her things, she would gratefully accept them all. Even if it was men who wanted to pursue her or playboys who gave her things, she would still accept them all, believing that the other party was only acting out of kindness and never thinking about the consequences.

Because of the empress's innocence, all the libertines who sent her gifts felt they had a chance, having long forgotten her identity, or rather, that identity was more stimulating to them, causing these libertines to covet this beautiful young empress with the princess day and night.

It's no wonder these people were so excited, because Charlotte's beauty was clearly inherited from her mother.

The mother and daughter look alike. Judging from their appearances alone, the mother is almost a more mature version of Charlotte, like Charlotte's older sister.

The difference is that even in her later years, she has maintained a great figure and her face is still as young and beautiful as a little girl's. If you don't look closely, you can almost mistake her for a teenage girl, and you can't tell at all that she has given birth.

This young and beautiful queen, however, displayed a naive and innocent nature, which was Charlotte's biggest headache.

My mother married into the palace at the age of nineteen and has never been in contact with the outside world since, and knows nothing about it.

In her mother's simple mind, there seemed to be no concept of bad people. She seemed unable to see that others had ulterior motives towards her. Even when she was outside, she still treated people outside with the same attitude she had in the palace. This left the princess feeling helpless and at a loss. Many times, Charlotte could only take her mother's hand and turn away.

“But… Charlotte… we still…?” Queen Mary looked confused as her daughter roughly grabbed her hand.

"Stop talking, Mom, let's go!" Charlotte had no choice but to drag her mother away.

"I'm sorry, my daughter was very rude..." Before leaving, the Empress did not forget to explain to those dissolute men.

Seeing her mother's naivety, Charlotte felt a sense of panic. It had only been five days, and these scoundrels already dared to offend them like this. What were they going to do in the future? Did they really have to find a reliable man?

Thinking of this, Charlotte felt another surge of anger. She thought of her father; her mother had done nothing wrong, yet that man wanted to drive her out of the palace. He was insane… utterly insane! She didn't know when it started, but her father had completely lost his mind, even now with this war…

Charlotte took her mother back to the abandoned house. Because there was no coal, they couldn't use the fireplace for warmth. For the first few days, they could get through the nights with the help of kind people who gave them wood. But as the nights grew colder and things for starting a fire became increasingly precious in Asgard, they gradually ran out of wood. Fortunately, she and her mother were in good health and could tough it out on their own.

When she was a princess, these things were insignificant to her. The fireplaces in the palace burned 24 hours a day, and they never had the chance to feel cold. She never imagined that warmth would become such a luxury after she came out.

Charlotte still remembers the howling sound of the cold wind hitting the doors and windows when she was sleeping wrapped in a blanket at night. It was the sound she feared most at night.

She was terrified that the window would break one day. She had no idea how to repair it, nor did she have the money. Also, at night, strange noises, like wolves, would come from outside their doors and windows. She was afraid that strange people were lurking outside and would suddenly break in...

The mother, on the other hand, remained calm. Despite being driven out of the palace, she acted as serene as ever. She was sad for a moment when she was first driven out, but she quickly recovered and returned to her former self, like a carefree little girl who never worried about lacking food or saddened by her current miserable life.

Charlotte felt that her mother was the kind of person who had never experienced hardship, so she couldn't imagine their future misery, but she couldn't say anything because she also had to rely on her mother's optimism to survive.

Charlotte sighed, just then she heard terrible noises coming from outside the doors and windows. Those vagrants were squatting at her doorstep discussing something:

"I remember that abandoned house had an owner, didn't it...?"

"Yes, I remember that house originally belonged to a couple who fled Esgard to escape debts. The house either belongs to that couple or the creditor, and they have the right to take it back."

“Yes, this house belongs to someone else. How can this mother and daughter occupy someone else’s house? We in Lucerne are a country that values ​​property the most. How can we allow such a thing as occupying property? Even the queen and princess cannot do that,” someone said with a laugh.

The sounds outside sent chills down Charlotte's spine. This house was an abandoned one they had found in Asgard. At the time, Charlotte thought she was lucky to have found such a place to live, but now she realized that they were only able to move in because the people there were too afraid to make a sound.

But if the homeowner returns, or if someone claims the house as theirs, they will be evicted.

This house was one of the few comforts they had found in the past few days. Although the environment wasn't great, at least it was a place to shelter from the wind and rain. If they lost even this house, how would they survive the winter in Asgard? They would really have to sleep on the streets...

Charlotte grew increasingly terrified as she thought about it, when she heard an even more terrifying sound:

"Hey! How can we tolerate this kind of property grabbing?! This is Asgard, the place that respects property rights the most! We must act on behalf of the gods and drive out those who are grabbing property!"

These people who spent their days surrounding the Empress and Princess were mostly idle loafers and busybodies who thought their lives were worthless. They were neither afraid of death nor did they covet the beauty of the Princess and Empress. Upon hearing the suggestion, the libertine seemed to have found a target, and his suggestion immediately received the support of most of them:

"Yes, for the sake of sacred and inviolable private property! We must launch an attack on the house!" the men outside said like soldiers.

A terrifying thing happened. Charlotte looked at the doorway, her face pale. It seemed that everyone who had been squatting outside the house had now gathered at the door.

Charlotte was only separated from her mother and the man outside by a wall. What would happen if they broke in? What should she do? Charlotte trembled with fear at the mere thought of this possibility.

Chapter 84 My Backing is Very Strong

Charlotte clenched her fists. She possessed extraordinary strength and could handle the vagrants outside, but the city wasn't a jungle where the strong preyed on the weak. Once the fight was over, everything would be fine.

What will she do after she defeats those people outside? After all, there are only two of them, living in a drafty house, unable to protect themselves from the harassment from outsiders day and night.

They are kept silent in the city. After all, they are occupying other people's houses. They used to be high and mighty royalty. Outsiders don't have much pity for them to begin with. If they hurt others, their reputation will only get worse.

Charlotte felt annoyed, but looking at her mother sitting on the bed with an innocent expression, Charlotte gritted her teeth, finally stood up, told her mother that she had to go out for a while, and walked towards the door.

It's just like being in a palace here; if you don't stand up for yourself, no one will help your mother.

She summoned her blessing, a pair of blue scissors as thick as an arm. Holding the handles, she felt a little more at ease. She pushed open the door and faced the people outside.

"Oh, Your Highness is armed too." The libertines whistled excitedly when they saw the door open, and they teased the princess when they saw she was holding scissors.

"A bunch of lackeys, get out of here before I get angry, or I'll lose my temper..." Charlotte narrowed her eyes dangerously, raised her head haughtily, her swan-like neck beautiful and long.

Although she was expelled, the princess was still a princess after all. When she was in a dignified and noble manner, she was still the same as before, making people feel that this was someone who had been raised in the world of power.

But she forgot that if she had no power, yet still acted arrogantly, her enemies would not only not fear her, but would also be excited by it.

Charlotte's threat had this effect: the men laughed even louder, even becoming excited by the princess's words, while Charlotte heard many harsh sounds entering her ears:

"She still thinks she's a princess!"

"As expected of Her Highness the Princess, that's impressive!"

At this moment, someone stepped forward from the crowd, seemingly the leader. He scratched his head and said with a smile:

"Your Highness, let me tell you, you can't survive out here without a man to rely on."

As he spoke, he moved closer to Charlotte. Charlotte watched him warily, trying hard not to back away. She had gone hunting with her father and faced tigers alone before. She knew that when facing a tiger, retreating meant certain death. At this moment, she had to hold her weapon firmly and not lose in terms of momentum.

Therefore, she gripped the scissors and said coldly, "I'm warning you this time, don't come any closer, or I won't be polite."

As she finished speaking, the scissors in her hand emitted a jewel-like light, a sign that spiritual power was about to erupt, and also a warning: if she came any closer, she would activate her blessing.

"Haha! She's threatening us with a pair of scissors!"

"Hey, Your Highness, I have a larger and more suitable weapon here. Would you like to borrow it? But you'll have to come and get it yourself."

"Such beautiful hands should hold something else; it's a shame to only hold scissors."

But her warning was met with even more vulgar mockery. Charlotte was stunned at first, then sadly realized that she had always dealt with knights and knowledgeable people. They might not all have true insight, but at least they recognized the Blessing. But these people living at the bottom of the kingdom were so lowly that they couldn't even recognize the Blessing. Charlotte had already taken out the Blessing and activated its power, but they still thought Charlotte was just holding a pair of scissors. It's like a modern person having already drawn a gun; a normal person would feel fear, but a primitive person would still be wondering what that iron lump in their hand was, and whether it was as useful as their bow and arrow. They yelled and charged forward with spears.

"Boss, what she's holding looks like a blessing."

To Charlotte's surprise, one of the libertines, a knowledgeable person, spoke up to offer a word of advice. Although he was an enemy, Charlotte actually developed a liking for that person.

The man was dressed in black, wearing a hood, and had his hands in his pockets. He had appeared there at some point and was standing at the edge of the crowd.

When the leader heard what the man said, he was indeed stunned for a moment, stopped, and looked at the scissors in Charlotte's hand. His primitive eyes showed a serious expression, as if he was thinking.

"Is that thing... really a blessing?" The eldest brother frowned.

“It’s absolutely true, boss. Didn’t you see the scissors glowing? Ordinary scissors don’t glow; scissors that glow are a blessing,” the man explained in a tone as if speaking to a child.

People like Charlotte would find the man's explanation too idiotic, but to these libertines, his explanation was just right: yes, ordinary scissors don't glow, and glowing scissors signify a blessing.

"At least one person knows what's good for them," Charlotte said with a sneer. "If you don't want to die, get lost."

The crowd actually stopped, and a brief silence fell in front of the house, but no one actually backed down. Countless eyes were fixed on the princess, and they actually stood in confrontation.

"It seems the princess is quite difficult to deal with. Perhaps we should leave."

In the quiet air, the same person made the same suggestion, his words always sounding discouraging.

"Coward, are you planning to run away like this?" the leader scolded him.

“Superhumans are very powerful. Rather than facing danger like this, it’s better to stand on the princess’s side,” he continued.

"Stand on the princess's side?" The person next to him looked like they hadn't quite figured it out.

The man suddenly turned to the princess and said:

"Hey, Your Highness, what reward would we get if we side with you? Could you let me into the house? I've been standing outside for so long, I'm freezing, and I want to go inside to warm up."

The princess was also stunned, instinctively frowning. If it were before, she would have absolutely refused; letting a dirty, strange man into the house, getting close to her and the people behind the scenes, was utterly unacceptable to her. But now…

Looking at the dozens of green eyes, her thoughts began to waver. Reputation... Reputation was obviously not important to them now, and all of this was for their benefit. But if she agreed, it would be tantamount to dividing them. In politics, it is very important to win over one faction.

“Fine, if you’re willing to help me, I’ll allow you into my house.” Charlotte wore a disdainful expression, looking down at the person who made the suggestion, like a princess rewarding someone.

"Yay!" the man cheered, attracting astonished glances from others. This kid had actually received such preferential treatment? He was going to spend the night with the Queen and Princess? In this house…

"Your Highness, I feel that this reward is not enough to motivate me. Are there any other rewards? For example, if I am willing to stand on your side, will you allow me to touch your body?" the man continued to shout, his demands becoming increasingly unreasonable.

Hearing this request, the princess felt disgusted, but she imagined herself as a powerful figure using political maneuvering, and her goal was to divide and conquer her enemies.

“Fine, if you’re willing to stand by my side and drive them away, I’ll allow you to touch my body.” Charlotte stretched out her slender hand and looked down at the person who made the suggestion. She didn’t even realize that every word she spoke was uttered under that person’s guidance, yet she felt that these were all her own decisions.

"Great."

The man cheered expressionlessly, stepped out of the crowd, and stood next to the princess in full view of everyone, clearly having become her lackey.

The libertines stared in shock at the person who had betrayed them. Their eyes held little resentment towards the traitor, but rather envy and jealousy. They had gathered because they coveted the beauty of the princess and queen, hoping to get a piece of the pie. Now that someone was actually going to get a piece of the pie, of course they would be jealous.

The person who made the suggestion continued, "Doesn't any of you want to come over? If any of you are willing to stand with me, you can come with me into the princess's room to warm up, and you can even touch the princess's body."