As the hopeful cheers of Kree Village faded into the distance, the carriage wheels finally set foot on the main road leading to Mason Royal City.
In the twilight of deep autumn, the silhouette of Mason Royal City appeared faintly at the end of the plains.
Unlike the stale, decaying gray-white of the Royal City of the Kingdom of Orr, the city walls of Mason Royal City, though still mottled, had been simply repaired by Irene with her people, actually revealing a sharp industrial aura.
"Rumble—Rumble—"
The heavy city gates slowly opened amidst the excited chants of the defending soldiers.
The soldiers stood tall and straight, the long spears in their hands glinting with cold light under the setting sun. When they saw the banner painted with Mason appear on the horizon, the leading commander abruptly knelt on one knee, his voice roaring like thunder:
"Welcome Your Majesty's triumphant return! Mason is immortal!!!"
As the convoy slowly drove into the city, the scene on both sides of the street completely stunned Vasha and Daphne, who were newcomers.
The residents of the Royal City were not the haggard, ghost-like figures hiding in the shadows that the King of Orr had spoken of. They spontaneously pushed open their doors and surged toward the sides of the street. The moment the carriage passed, they knelt down in unison like a receding tide.
"Welcome, Your Majesty!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for granting us food for the winter..."
That kind of piety, devoid of any coercion and coming from the depths of their souls, condensed into a heavy pressure in the air. It was likely because they had already received news that the Royal City would distribute winter grain when winter arrived. This was something Sophia had instructed Victor to handle in advance.
However, this scene is a bit too grand.
Sophia leaned against the soft cushion, watching the residents kowtowing like pounding garlic through the gap in the carriage curtains.
This Queen only wanted them to live to pay taxes and work for me; why does it feel as if I am about to ascend to godhood today?
But this feeling isn't bad either.
Meanwhile, in front of the solemn Mason Palace, the atmosphere appeared somewhat tense. Chancellor Victor was leading a group of officials, waiting in line with solemn expressions. Standing at the very front was Irene, sporting bright pink twin-tails and restlessly fiddling with a gear part in her hand.
Irene's current expression was very colorful.
In previous letters, Sophia had vaguely mentioned subduing two incredible capable people.
What the hell?!
Irene roared frantically in her heart, even wanting to crush the part in her hand.
I had a hard time establishing my status as the Chief Inventor in this magical desert. The Tyrant actually poached new talent from a bumpkin place like the Kingdom of Orr? Could it be... could it be that the other party is also a Transmigrator?
If it's someone studying nuclear physics, or a more professional agricultural expert, wouldn't my level of making hair growth shampoo and muskets fall out of favor?!
Irene's azure eyes were written full of anxiety. In her logic, she was Sophia's only partner in this world. Now someone was actually coming to snatch her 'Client Mommy'?
"Miss Irene, your tool is about to poke my stomach," Victor reminded helplessly from the side.
"Shut up, Victor! This is a state of combat readiness!"
Irene gritted her teeth, staring dead at the black carriage slowly approaching. The carriage stopped steadily. Willow got off first, and then, a fair hand filled with a sense of power lifted the curtain.
Sophia Mason walked down the steps under Delilah's protection. That golden crown radiated a cold oppression of Royal Power under the setting sun, causing even Irene to subconsciously shrink her neck.
But Sophia did not walk directly toward Victor. Instead, she turned sideways, leaving some space behind her. Immediately after, two young girls with vastly different temperaments walked off the carriage one after another.
Princess Vasha, dressed in a pale gold traditional Orr dress. Although her face was somewhat weary from the journey, that elegance and steadiness of a hereditary First Princess was like a gentle, jade-like ancient mirror.
Daphne had long golden hair as bright as moonlight, and emerald eyes like jade that curiously and timidly surveyed this Royal City full of the smell of metal and gunpowder. The holy aura on her body, brought about by the magical world, left the surrounding people of Mason almost staring in a daze.
Irene's gaze locked onto Daphne in that second.
Blonde hair and blue eyes? Looks like a porcelain doll? And comes with special holy light effects?
Alarms screamed shrilly in Irene's mind. Are these two the new capable people the Tyrant recruited? Crap, this appearance level is too high; it's simply a Magical Girl template! Does Sophia really like this kind of style?!
No, don't! Magical Girls or whatever, that's too ahead of the times! I feel like I'm going to be instant-killed, what do I do, what do I do...
"Your Majesty."
Chancellor Victor was the first to kneel, his voice agitated. "Welcome Your Majesty's triumphant return! The news from the Kingdom of Orr has already traveled back. Your thunder at the banquet has already deterred the entire plains!"
"You may rise."
Sophia waved her hand faintly, her gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Irene, whose face was full of unconvinced defiance. Seeing Irene's stubborn look of 'I don't accept this,' Sophia felt it was somewhat amusing.
"Irene, come here." Sophia spoke coldly.
Irene sidled over like a cat with its fur standing on end. While subtly sizing up Daphne, she laughed dryly: "Your Majesty, you ran quite a long time this trip. You even brought back two... 'local specialties'?"
Even Daphne understood Irene's rejection.
"Let me introduce you." Sophia pointed at Vasha. "Vasha-Orr. She will temporarily stay in Mason to... play."
Next, Sophia looked at Daphne. "Daphne-Orr. She will stay in Mason from now on. She is responsible for medical treatment and injuries. In other words, she is the only life-saving straw after your musket explodes in the chamber."
With them, This Queen can finally lie idle like a salted fish in the palace for a while, right? Sophia sighed with satisfaction in her heart.
Daphne looked at Irene curiously. This girl emitted an aura of strange objects she had never seen before, different from the people of this world. Those bottles, jars, and odd-shaped tools hanging at her waist made her, a Magical Girl, feel a burst of baseless resonance.
However, Her Majesty Sophia is also different from others. Perhaps because Her Majesty Sophia is different from ordinary people, the people under her can also grow spiritual energy freely?
As soon as Irene heard that neither of them was in a research post, she instantly let out a long sigh of relief.
Phew... as long as they can't build rockets! One is here to play, and the other is a doctor. This is great; aren't these my future playmate and private doctor?
Thinking of this, Irene immediately switched to a smiling face, her bad mood swept away completely. Her pink twin-tails swishing, she extended her hand toward Daphne:
"Oh my, why didn't you say so earlier! Hello there, I am Irene, Mason's Chief Inventor! That... since you know magic, let's research tomorrow if we can debug my inventions together with your magic?"
Daphne dazedly held Irene's small hand, which was stained with coal ash and machine oil, feeling a burst of confusion in her heart.
Invention? I don't quite understand, but I suppose the world of Magical Girls also has this kind of inventor.
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