On the bench on the first floor of the church.
Jenny worried about Loran’s safety and wept secretly.
Renee savored the milk in the glass bottle, completely intoxicated by it.
The maids standing around were expressionless, performing their guard duties.
Everyone was busy with their own affairs; they all had bright futures.
The harmony was only broken when Princess Elizabeth walked down the stairs in her high heels.
At this moment, she was beaming, her tender little tongue licking the corners of her mouth as if still savoring the aftertaste.
Loran really satisfied her too much.
Not only did her appearance suit her taste.
That seemingly innate strength and unyielding spirit blended perfectly with the maternal and gentle nature she revealed inadvertently.
While it made her feel a sense of challenge, it also reminded her of her mother, who had made things difficult for her in every way when she was a child.
In her view, a true mother should be like Loran, strong and gentle.
Moreover, Loran also possessed remarkable alchemy talent.
It was truly worth using the precious Steel Brand.
If it weren’t for the recent cooperation with the Church of Light, Elizabeth would likely have snatched her away directly instead of using the Steel Brand to slowly scheme for her.
However, this already made her feel satisfied.
After all, her initial goal was to settle the public opinion storm and safety hazards of the zaun mana furnace.
As a result, the matter had been mostly resolved at the first stop, and she had also gained such a satisfactory young girl.
As for the next part of the itinerary, it was to immediately rush to the Wayne Design Bureau to investigate the problems with the zaun mana furnace.
After all, it concerned the empire’s energy reform, and such a large flaw was not allowed…
or at least, not one this large.
Just as Elizabeth reached the first floor, she saw a plain-looking gray-haired nun stand up nervously and beg her:
“Your Highness, Miss Loran is a very kind person who has never done anything bad.
Please do not hurt her, let her go!”
The nun was naturally Jenny, who actually resented this group of people who had captured Loran.
But even with her country-girl knowledge, she knew the weight of an imperial princess, so she could only plead for Loran in a humble manner.
Elizabeth’s smile became even brighter.
“How could I hurt Miss Loran?
I can’t even cherish her enough.”
Elizabeth answered Jenny’s question, but her mind was on something else.
Your beloved Miss Loran has already submitted to me, yet you have to beg me, praying for my forgiveness.
This gave her a stimulating feeling, like having an affair with someone else’s wife.
And that lame Little Nun, she must be in this same humiliated state too.
Elizabeth looked toward Renee’s direction, but was stunned.
Renee didn’t have a shred of worry; she was squinting her eyes, cradling her little face with one hand, completely intoxicated by the deliciousness of the Loran brand milk.
…
Especially the effects within the milk, which only she could perceive.
Having retained the remnants of the Death Goddess and becoming an Undead Witch, she possessed the most powerful soul perception ability in the world.
Therefore, she understood the special nature of the stabilizing potion and the unknown milk earlier and more clearly than anyone else.
Magic power, elemental power, soul power, the moment she drank the milk.
It was as if they had encountered a ruler; they all became gentle and stable, and could be easily mobilized and manipulated by her.
It was as if this seemingly ordinary bottle of milk was something of a higher level.
“No one understands the power of this bottle of milk better than I do.
Everyone is an idiot.
The most mysterious and valuable thing in this church is actually this inconspicuous bottle of milk in her hand.”
“Including that little princess who looks so arrogant, hehe…
That ignorant little girl is probably just happy about getting the recipe…”
Renee thought triumphantly in her heart, and disdainfully looked up toward the stairwell.
But she ended up meeting Elizabeth’s red eyes.
In those eyes, there was confusion, bewilderment, and a deep sense of curiosity.
After meeting Renee’s disdainful gaze, it quickly turned into suppressed anger.
Renee suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.
Damn it, she was still too weak; her soul perception only covered her surroundings, and she hadn’t noticed this stuck-up princess coming down.
…
After Elizabeth set her gaze on the lame Little Nun drinking milk, she became deeply interested.
If she remembered correctly, Loran seemed to be the savior of these two sisters and had kindly taken them in.
Then their relationship should be quite good.
Just what kind of drink was so delicious that it could make this Little Nun forget the safety of her own people?
Just as she was about to go over and ask, the lame Little Nun came back to her senses and cast a disdainful look at her.
The gaze was filled with arrogance, disdain, contempt, and deep scorn.
How many years had it been since anyone dared to show her such a look of contempt!
And it was such a Little Brat, about the same height as her.
This reminded her of her mother in her childhood, and that damn sister who always overshadowed her…
the Saint of the Church of Light, Seraphie Irina.
So Elizabeth, suppressing her anger, walked to Renee’s side.
When Renee realized something was wrong, she immediately put on a child’s innocent look.
But Elizabeth wouldn’t be fooled; she had the maids stop Jenny who wanted to rush over.
Then, ignoring Renee’s feigned pitiful look…
She snatched the milk from Renee’s hand, put the cork back in, and put it directly into her space ring.
Drinking milk, huh?
Looking down on her, huh?
Can’t deal with that sister who ran off to the neighboring country, but can’t I deal with you, a Little Brat?
Watching Renee’s face begin to flush and tears starting to well up in her eyes, Elizabeth was satisfied.
“Hmph!
Let’s go!”
Immediately, a swarm of maids and guards surrounded her, got onto the carriage, and drove away.
…
Jenny was still shaken at this moment.
“How are you?
Did Little Renee get scared?
Did that evil princess do anything to you?”
She supported her still somewhat dazed sister and asked nervously.
That Princess Elizabeth or whatever was simply the most evil and worst person she had ever seen.
Not only did she bully Miss Loran, but she also had to make things difficult for her poor lame sister.
Renee hadn’t even provoked her, she was just drinking milk obediently.
That was just ordinary milk, and as a royal princess, to actually snatch a child’s milk, she was truly devoid of morality!
Jenny pulled Renee into her arms and patted her back gently to soothe her.
…
Renee also came back to her senses and looked at her empty right hand.
She’s crazy!
A dignified imperial princess, snatching milk from a child like her…
Why doesn’t she go to the street and snatch lollipops, better yet, snatch them from all the children on the whole street; that would be even more impressive.
A mere mortal, can you even feel the special nature of the milk, yet you snatch it; you’re really sick.
Renee patted Jenny.
“Sister, I’m fine.
That bad princess just snatched my milk and didn’t do anything to me.”
Jenny looked at her sister’s slightly flushed little face with heartache and comforted her:
“It’s okay, don’t be sad, Renee.
It’s just milk; Sister will buy you another bottle.
You’re not in good health right now, so you really should drink more milk.”
Renee thought to herself, this milk isn’t something you can just buy anywhere; I’m afraid only Miss Loran has access to it.
“Sister, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” She said, then urged Jenny.
“That bad princess has already left, let’s hurry up and go see Miss Loran.”
Jenny nodded, picked up Renee, and was about to go upstairs.
But the blonde nun was already coming down, supporting herself on the banister, her face flushed.
“No need, I’ve already come down.”
Loran showed an awkward smile; her legs were a bit weak, but she still maintained her composure.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine and haven’t been hurt.”