Today's princess is still cute

Everyone has been very nice to me, and I cannot let them down. Now my training intensity is twenty times that of a normal reserve knight. If they have to run five kilometers, I have to run fifty kilometers and do one thousand push-ups.

It was really hard at the beginning, and it was only in the last two days that I was almost adapted. But Teacher Cesar told me that they would start adding more projects in a few days.

But I can feel myself getting stronger every day, and that’s the reason why I keep going. I know very clearly that my talent is not outstanding, so I need to work harder.

Now I have mastered the first skill, charge, which is a skill that all knights must master. I think my proficiency is pretty good, but I am always criticized by Teacher César for being like a stupid bull.

Maybe I will start learning the second skill, Vatican swordsmanship, tomorrow.

Teacher Xizel said that the basic sword skills you laid for me are very solid, and I should be able to learn them quickly.

My source energy stone has gradually adapted to my body and can convert energy very quickly. Even Lord Ellis admires my compatibility with the divine power.

After all, I was recognized by God during the ceremony of formally joining the Holy See and pledging allegiance to God. I saw a huge light at that time.

His Holiness the Pope told me that if I could mobilize more divine power, I could become the Son of God like he was.

I don’t dare to think about such exaggerated things. I just think that it is enough to be the best version of myself now.

Regarding my half-Darkmoon Elf identity, the Vatican has already sent people to Ziye City to deal with it. Even if someone wants to investigate in the future, they won’t be able to find out. However, I have changed a lot now, and those people from before probably wouldn’t be able to recognize me.

Grandpa, there is one more thing I want to tell you.

I met a very cute girl. I think I like her very much and I can also feel that she likes me. When I have the chance in the future, I will definitely bring her back to Ziye City to see you.

I will stop writing the letter here. I have to go out for afternoon training later.

Grandpa, I hope everything is well with you.

Cardinson, written on August 1180, 8 of the Blue Calendar.

Chapter 70 Madman Cardinson

"Drink! Ha!"

Under the sun, a group of young knight candidates were practicing stabbing and slashing with swords, sweat was streaming down everyone's face, and there were two priests standing beside them to prevent any accidents.

There are fewer people this time, so only Burke was sent to be their instructor. After all, it's not the kind of group with hundreds of people every time, otherwise the instructor this time should be Rong Ke.

They now have different Templar Knights teaching each subject, and in the later stages there will occasionally be Morning Star Knights coming to teach. The quality and intensity of training are no different from previous years.

"Harrington! What are you doing! When you thrust your sword, don't always think about pushing your shoulder forward, and keep the attack distance in mind!"

"Arthur, Arthur! Arthur from the Webster family! Are you listening to me? Are you in a daze? I'll ask you to run ten more laps later, believe it or not!"

Roars rang out one after another. Burke, whose voice had long been hoarse, stood beside the queue and felt as if the veins on his forehead were about to explode.

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he will inevitably become explosive when teaching a group of rookies. Moreover, the instructors are all knights, guys who are brave and rush forward every day. How can you expect them to be gentle and easy-going?

This is not a training ground for priests. You can't call over the ridiculously good-tempered Bach Ellis, right?

Burke glanced at the five girls and nodded silently.

Girls are much more obedient than boys during training. The fact that they can come here to be knights shows that they have the determination and are more willing to work hard.

Burke always hinted, intentionally or unintentionally, that girls were definitely inferior to boys in many aspects, in order to arouse their competitiveness and fighting spirit.

The two people he paid more attention to were Beth Clement and Fiona.

I don't know what to say about the former. She is very good in other aspects and very talented. She can always be the leader among these girls. But the biggest problem is that the traces of her family's martial arts are too deep. So deep that even if she starts practicing the basic swordsmanship of the Holy See version, she will habitually use the routines and techniques she learned, and then constantly correct and repeat them.

Such a person is destined to find it difficult to achieve great success in the Vatican, unless she is willing to spend more time and effort than others to correct the impact of the things she has practiced since childhood.

Burke plans to find a female knight to give her psychological counseling in a few days and then plan her future development path.

He wanted to curse as soon as he opened his mouth, so he shouldn't offend the little girl's self-esteem.

As for the latter, the girl named Fiona really gave Burke too many surprises.

Not only did her physical fitness improve quickly, but she was also very talented at learning things. Basically, if you stabbed with a sword, she could imitate it a hundred or eighty times and then do it properly.

Although Fiona took first place after Cardinson in the self-awakening ceremony, that cannot be used as a reference for talent. It is more of an examination of one's character. Therefore, people in the Holy See do not care too much about it, unless they are like Cardinson, who directly breaks the historical record of one minute and thirty-six seconds, which no one can match.

Burke had been observing for a while and decided to report it to Lord Mello the next time he met him to see if he could get her to train with Cardinson for a few days.

After the reserve knights practiced for a while, Burke shouted, "Take a break! Reunite in ten minutes."

The young people immediately breathed a sigh of relief, put down the wooden training swords that had been lifted so high that their arms had lost feeling, and sat down in groups of three or five on the edge of the playground to rest.

“This is too bitter, this is too bitter”

Arthur wailed and half-collapsed on the ground. None of the things he brought from home were of any use, as they had all been taken away by the Vatican. He had to either ask his family to take them back, or leave them here until he finished his training.

Leonard sat next to him, sipping water. "It's not too late to apply for withdrawal now. After the allegiance ceremony, you will have to serve as a Vatican knight for at least twenty years."

"Haha." Arthur smiled awkwardly. He was just yelling, but he didn't want to go home in disgrace.

Harrington seemed the most relaxed among them. In his words, it was much more tiring when he was swinging the hammer in the blacksmith shop at home.

After Arthur recovered, he took a sip from his water bottle and sighed, "We're really not tired. Think about Kaisen. Alas."

Everyone knew that Cardinson was accepted as a disciple by César and was taken out for training alone, but no one was jealous or envious.

On the first day, he trained to the point of near death. If Sir Ellis had not arrived quickly, he would have been dead.

The next day, while they were running five kilometers, Cardinson had already run twenty kilometers and was ready for the next round.

On the third day, when they returned to the dormitory after eating in the cafeteria, Cardinson was still squatting in the playground holding a big iron ball.

Fourth day

For a whole month, they seemed to have never seen Cardinson rest. Even when they got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, they could see a figure training alone in the distance on the playground.

When we meet normally we just say a few words in a hurry and don't have time to have a proper chat at all.

It's too much, it's like risking your life.

Don't be afraid that others are more talented than you, but be afraid that people who are more talented than you will work harder than you.

Even Fiona, who had always refused to accept the result, secretly admired him.

Cardinson's suicidal training made this period's candidate knights work harder. After all, no one wants to come here to eat and wait for death, and those who have such ideas will not be selected.

"Kaysen is really amazing." Leonard was convinced. It was almost as if he was witnessing a new star rising in the Vatican.

According to inside information that was circulated from an unknown source, Cardinson's winning rate in sparring with some senior Vatican knights was maintained at 70%.

He is only seventeen years old.

Now a nickname has spread throughout the Vatican—"Cultivation Madman!"

I have no ill intentions, but everyone thinks he is too cruel.

The friends were trembling with fear and were too embarrassed to say that Cardinson was their friend. Arthur used to like to show off everywhere, but now he kept silent.

Because the way other people look at them is really uncomfortable - are these the friends of Crazy Kaisen?

Harrington was about to say something when he saw a figure running quickly past the playground.

"Eh? That's not it."

"Kaysen? Where is he going in such a hurry?" Arthur looked at Cardinson's back in confusion, feeling that something was wrong.

Because in that brief moment, he looked at Cardinson's face, which was full of fear.

Chapter 71 I Don’t Want to Regret

Time goes back to ten days ago.

In the imperial city, Angelina walked slowly on the way to the emperor's study.

She wore a crystal crown today, her long black hair was piled high, revealing her slender white neck. She had a delicate yet dignified makeup, and wore an elaborate and elegant dress. Every move she made was filled with royal dignity.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Angelina has arrived—"

When the palace servant in front of the study saw her coming, he called out softly into the study in a feminine voice and then bowed to her respectfully.

"Your Highness, His Majesty is waiting for you inside."

Angelina smiled and said gracefully, "Thank you."

She took a deep breath calmly, walked into the study with each step being the same distance, and met the most powerful man in the world.

Katspera III.

her father.

This is a fifty-year-old man with neat short black hair, a high forehead, thick eyebrows slanting into the temples, inverted triangle eyes with deep black pupils, a high nose, and a square face. However, his lips are unexpectedly thin, adding a bit of coldness to his majestic appearance.

"Father." Angelina lifted the hem of her skirt and performed a court salute.

Katspera III looked up from his desk at her and said in a low voice, "Well, sit down. Why did you want to see me today?"

Angelina found a chair to the right of Katspera III's desk and sat down, but she only dared to sit halfway.

If they were father and daughter with a good relationship, they could have said something like "Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?" But Angelina could never say that. In the eyes of Katspera III, this was a sign of disrespect for his dignity.

In his heart, power far outweighs family ties.

The only child in the entire imperial city who could ignore his mood was probably the rebellious eldest princess who only cared about making money.

"Father, I came to see you this time because I have something very important to tell you."

"Speak." Katspera III had a blank expression on his face, and spoke in a tone of command.

Angelina calmed down and said solemnly, "Father, I think it's time to find a suitable husband for my seventh sister. In five months, she will be an adult, and then the things predicted in the prophecy will definitely happen. For the dignity of the royal family, she must not be allowed to stay in the imperial capital any longer."

Katspera III tapped the table with his fingers, and Angelina stopped talking.

"You have twenty-one minutes before I meet with the Minister of Finance. If you can't tell me the whole story during this time, go back and reflect on it."

The emperor looked at his daughter with indifference in his eyes.

Angelina's smile was a little panic, but she quickly suppressed it and said in a well-behaved tone: "Father, I know that as her sister, I shouldn't say such things, but I am also considering our Ulysses family. Her soul has been abandoned by God, and it was you who graciously retained her title of princess and did not drive her out of the imperial city. Now time is running out, and as she grows up, more people around her have suffered."

"twenty minutes."

"I understand that recently a delegation of envoys from the Northwest Barbarians came to the Imperial Capital to pay you a visit. As it happens, there is a young chieftain of similar age in their team, the renowned Berserker genius, Tarim Nulei. The Northwest Barbarians have been making moves again in recent years, frequently harassing the borders of the Empire. I think sending a princess to marry them is a way to appease and confuse them."

"If you were not my daughter, you would be guilty of a capital crime for discussing state affairs in front of me as a woman," Katspera III sneered. "When did our Ulysses family need to marry those low-class people? I remind you that there are still eighteen minutes."

Angelina knew that her words would not convince this man who had a high opinion of himself and always thought that his wisdom and bravery were second only to that of his father, the Emperor of Divine Grace, the founder of the country.

So, she prepared an absolute killer.

"Father, you have been too busy recently and may not know what my seventh sister has done. I have advised her in front of many people, but she still insists on doing it her own way and does not take her royal bloodline seriously at all!" Angelina lowered her head and said softly, "She has an extremely good relationship with the most talented knight in the Holy See, and, possibly..."

Boom!

This time, the sound of the emperor tapping his fingers on the table was loud enough.

"You mean, a knight of the Holy See?"

The eerie voice of Katspera III sounded.

However, Angelina was filled with joy.

"Yes! The Holy See!" she nodded again.

Oh shit!

Holy shit!

Cardinson ran desperately, using all his strength to rush to the door of the Vatican.

While he was still in training, he was found by a Vatican knight, who said that there was an old woman from the court outside the door looking for him.

As soon as he heard it, Cardinson knew something bad was going to happen.

I thought that the fact that there was no news for a month was the best thing, which meant that nothing had happened to Tina.

Now that Tina's personal old maid has come to the Vatican, something must have happened!

Otherwise, as a palace maid, the old maid would never come to the Vatican to find him so easily, and she would not wait at the door, either asking someone to deliver a letter or a verbal message.

Cardinson ran all the way. His heart was already strained to the limit because of the training. He appeared in front of the old maid with a sweat on his forehead. Without waiting to catch his breath, he asked directly, "What happened to Her Highness?"

At this moment, the old maid looked haggard and seemed to have lost some weight in recent days.

"Your Majesty, Lord Payne, His Majesty wants to marry the Princess to the Northwest Barbarians."

Cardinson felt a pain in his heart, his vision went dark and he almost fell down.