When did she start not liking parades? Oh, by the way, it was two years ago. In front of the whole city, she cleared the way for Lyon's coffin. At that time, she wore a white ribbon on her head.

Now, Christina was sitting on her horse, wearing a laurel wreath and white armor, waving to the people on both sides of the street.

"Mom! Mom..." The sudden shout made the elf blush. Fortunately, Ivy covered Leon's mouth in time. She waved to them both without leaving a trace.

"Citizens, look! Here comes the great hero who put down the green-skin rebellion, the Paladin Christina and her loyal men!" The spokesperson of the capital used his tenor voice to save the distressed Paladin.

All the churches in the city rang their bells, the windows of the houses on the streets were opened, and white rose petals were flying in the sky. The former Walker camp soldier deliberately distanced himself, and the falling roses almost drowned her. The elf raised his hand

, several petals fell into the palm of her hand, the same color as the hot breath from her mouth. A little girl timidly walked out of the crowd, holding a bunch of begonias, which were much cheaper than specially cultivated winter roses.

The elf leaned down from his horse and took the bouquet of flowers. The little girl didn't wear gloves, and you could see the purple frostbite on them. She completed her mission, ran back and hugged her mother's legs. The whole family was wearing very thin clothes.

The man who should be his father took off his hat, and his eyes were red before he spoke: "Thank you, sir." Many people around him repeated this sentence. The elf understood that they were refugees who escaped from the frontier.

"No, no, everyone should thank the soldiers behind." The elf corrected her, pointing behind her.

It was no use. Excited people gathered in front of her horse, patting the horse's back and seeking her blessing. She cast a look at the veteran for help, but Green just smiled, just like the soldiers behind him.

An elf woman with blond hair and white armor killed demons and pacified the green-skinned tribe. Just like ancient legends, Christina is like someone who stepped out of a fairy tale.

The ragged refugees need to go home, the urban gentlemen and ladies need heroes, the poets walking in the pubs need legends to play and sing, and the crisis-ridden government needs a topic to divert attention.

So, put on your laurel crown and your red cloak, ride on your horse and tell the world that you are the white knight who protects the empire.

The elf raised her hand in resignation, and the crowd went crazy with her every smile. In the noise, she was sure that Leon called "Mom" again.

‘Really, I’m going to be angry!’ After all, she is just an unmarried girl.

"How do I look?" Victoria couldn't wait to answer and ran to the mirror. The princess screamed, "What I want to see is the Paladin. She is an incredibly beautiful woman! But you dress me up."

What has it become? An over-decorated peacock!" She took off the diamond clip from her hair, and her eyes wandered back and forth in the room, staring at the dagger hanging on the wall.

"No, no, Your Highness." Regina quickly stopped her. If the royal princess attended the ball with a sword, she would be ready to say goodbye to her career as a maid.

"Then I'm not going!" The princess shook off the hairstyle that Regina had worked so hard to do, jumped on the bed and got under the quilt. Since Geralt's family was declared traitors, her temper showed signs of moving closer to the emperor.

The maid was going crazy. There was still half an hour before the banquet, and the princess had just put on her underwear. She glanced at the skirt on the hanger and the pile of jewelry on the dressing table. Regina also jumped on the bed, she wanted to fight the princess desperately.

The quilt and pillows all fell off the bed under the agitation of the two girls. Victoria couldn't stop laughing because Regina ate her and her head was covered with snow-white velvet. At the most intense moment of the battle,

There was a knock on the door. The queen's voice stopped the girls from fighting. Regina rolled out of bed, followed closely by Victoria.

"I hope you can hurry up. Your father is already conferring honors on the paladins." The queen looked at the debris in the maid's hair suspiciously. When she came in, Victoria had just sat on the dressing table.

"Okay, mother." The princess replied dryly. The queen took one last look, closed the door and went out. She left so fast that Regina only had time to kneel in front of the door.

"Okay, but I don't want so many jewelry. Miss Christina has just come off the battlefield and she will definitely not like these." Victoria tried to figure out the elf's thoughts. If possible, she really wanted to wear armor. 'Why can she wear it?

There are so many people who praise me for wearing armor. But when I touch the sword, I have to listen to my mother nagging me endlessly. It's really unfair!" The princess became more and more angry as she thought about it.

"Ah!" Victoria screamed in pain. Time was tight, and Regina's hands arranging her hair were a little impatient.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." The maid apologized without stopping her movements at all. She had grown up with the princess since she was a child. If status was not considered, she could be regarded as her best friend.

The last time she attended a ball of this size, Leon was still alive. To be precise, she didn't know him yet. The high elf was wearing a borrowed evening dress and attended the celebration to congratulate her on becoming a paladin. She carried

The glass of wine was sitting there, and she kept pulling up her neckline, worried that the dress was too revealing. The men were amazed by her beauty, and no one dared to approach her. The women had mixed feelings about her, and they formed several small circles.

She was kept thousands of miles away. She stood until her legs were numb. Only the Pope and three white knights came to chat with the elf. However, the Holy See did not have much time to accompany her, and her colleagues also had friends waiting to clink glasses.

Leon was the fifth and last man to take the initiative to talk to her that night.

"Yeah, yeah." Manager Logan cleared his throat, bringing the elf back to reality.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Victoria has arrived." Christina and the ladies around her curtsied. She returned to the capital as a heroine and was no longer isolated by people of the same gender as before. The ladies surrounded her and kept asking questions, starting from holding the sword.

I am not afraid of being hurt by stabbing someone, and I am able to go to many places with men.

Fortunately, Emily was with her, and the female mage satisfied them with various suggestive answers. The elf looked at the laughing woman and the mage's swaying breasts, 'She exposed too much, didn't she?'

The princess took her hand, and the two girls, one tall and one short, broke away from the small group where the jokes gradually became explicit, and came to the outer balcony. The servant raised the brazier and brought fur shawls for the two of them.

In this way, the elf still felt cold and couldn't wear any extra clothes under the dress.

"Miss Christina, what is it like to lead troops to fight?" The princess must have been holding it in for a long time.

‘How does it feel?’ She held the newly dug soil and sprinkled it lightly on the coffin. The bones of these loyal and brave soldiers were buried here, and only the nuns would take care of their graves.

"I heard you defeated the devil?" Victoria was so excited that she didn't even notice the elf was in a daze.

"Ah, yes, Your Highness." It would be disrespectful to ignore a member of the royal family's question.

"Leon asked me to say hello to you on his behalf. He said he thought of you every day in hell." Christina wrapped her shawl tightly, maybe because of the cold wind, her whole body was shivering. 'The devil is lying, the devil

Only lies.'

"Can you teach me how to practice swordsmanship?" It turned out that this was what the princess really wanted to ask. When she saw that the elf didn't answer, she was afraid of being rejected, so she said a lot more, "Although Sir James is also very good, he is just dumb.

In the palace, there are no heroes like you fighting outside, and you are still a woman. You should know better moves suitable for girls."

'Hero?' The elf smiled bitterly, 'The last person to be called a hero was Leon, and I buried him with my own hands.'

"Okay, Your Highness, I'm honored." The princess was so happy that she almost hugged her.

The greenskin tribe's crusade was over, and she had plenty of time.

Note 1: The parts in quotation marks in the text refer to the inner activities of the characters.
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