Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

Chapter 132 Meeting

But the procedure had to continue. The priest cleared his throat and looked at the people in the audience, "Are you all willing to bear witness to their wedding vows?"

Valken and others' "unwillingness" was drowned out by the crowd's "willingness".

It attracted the attention of many people around.

At this point, the most critical part of the wedding has come to a successful conclusion.

Even Babbitt didn't quite believe that the wedding ceremony could be completed so easily.

Cecilia changed into a more casual dress, which was not as bulky as the previous one, and appeared in the manor again with Babbitt's arm around her.

Cecilia saw Valken from a distance.

She knew Valken hadn't left.

Valken should have gone.

Babbitt was a step slower than Valken. At that moment, many situations flashed through Babbitt's mind, and he subconsciously held Cecilia's hand on his arm.

Valken saw all of Babbitt's little movements.

Cecilia still kept her enthusiasm and greeted Valken, "Hey, isn't this the master from Petra? Why haven't you gone back yet?"

Valken cried in his heart, His Highness asked even though he knew why he was here.

"I heard that His Excellency the Duke is about to get married, so I thought I'd stay and share in his good fortune."

Babbitt felt his palms were sweaty.

If it weren't for the special occasion today where both parties needed to wear gloves, he swore that Cecilia would have noticed something strange by now.

But Cecilia still felt that there was something wrong with Babbitt. She had suspected him before, and today was a good opportunity to test him.

"By the way, I heard someone mention that His Excellency Valken, the princess' personal knight, I'm a little curious, is this true?"

Valken didn't understand what His Highness meant by asking this question, and there was some inquiry in his eyes.

This makes sense. Cecilia smiled at Babbitt apologetically. "Forgive me for not having seen such a big scene. I'm really curious about the extent to which His Majesty the King loves the Princess. Would he really let the head of the Knights be the protector?"

Babbitt heard the strike in the words.

He interrupted first, "Your Highness certainly deserves the best in the world, even if it is a knight."

He maintained a smile on his face and looked at Valken, "I think your majesty must think so, don't you think so, Captain Valken?"

Unlike the two "newcomers" who were all smiling, Valken had almost no joy on his face. He looked at Babbitt solemnly and confirmed what Babbitt said, "You are right. Your Highness really deserves the best in the world. I believe that Your Highness will definitely find a lover who truly loves you in the future."

For just a moment, the smile on Babbitt's face broke a little, but he quickly returned to his full smile, "We have other guests, so we'll leave first."

The change at that moment did not escape Cecilia, who had been observing Babbitt.

He really knew that she was the princess.

It doesn't matter how he knew it or when he knew it. What matters is that he knew it.

Cecilia persisted for a while, then whispered in Babbitt's ear in a coquettish tone, "I'm a little tired, can I go in and rest for a while?"

Babbitt was wavering.

If Cecilia was acting at this time, she might have followed Valken if she had agreed to the other party.

But Cecilia was originally a princess of a royal family, and was raised in a pampered manner by Gallup, so it is not impossible that she is tired at this time.

While she was struggling with her conscience, Cecilia said, "Well, let's go for another walk and I'll go rest, okay?"

Babbitt closed his eyes, then turned around and called his confidant, "Take the lady down to rest."

Cecilia stood on tiptoe and kissed Babbitt on the face with a bright smile, "Thank you, Your Excellency the Duke."

After she finished speaking, she picked up her skirt and trotted away like a child who had gotten into trouble.

Looking at Cecilia's receding back, Babbitt touched the place where Cecilia had just kissed him.

This is really a trap with honey.

"Lord Babbitt, we're waiting for you! Come quickly!"

During the following process, Babbitt was absent-minded, and even ordinary people could see Babbitt's loss of composure.

Someone was drunk and joked while holding a glass of wine, "The master really loves the lady. He is so distracted after being away for so long."

Everyone laughed.

People believed the beautiful love story that Babbitt had spread throughout the city over the past seven or eight days.

Who wouldn’t be excited by the story of a powerful duke falling in love with a commoner girl at first sight?

Babbitt took the opportunity to leave.

He walked faster and faster, constantly comforting himself in his mind.

Don't worry, Babbitt. We haven't received any news from the people below yet. Cecilia is still in the manor.

He thought of Valken's words again, "Your Highness will surely find a lover who truly loves you in the future."

It's sarcastic that His Highness and I are not truly in love.

It’s really funny when you think about it.

There were three people present, and everyone was acting.

Cecilia pretended not to know Valken, and Valken also pretended not to know Cecilia.

As for myself, even though I knew that both of them were acting, I still had to pretend that I didn't know that Cecilia was the princess and that I didn't know that they knew each other.

He didn't even look at Cecilia's expression at that time.

I was still panicking at that time.

Babbitt was almost running, but when he reached the door of the temporary lounge, he became timid again.

"Sir, are you here to see your wife?"

Babbitt looked at him coldly, and the other party shuddered, "Madam said she had rested and did not come out."

Hearing this, Babbitt just nodded, then pretended to be calm and pushed open the door.

The lounge was a bit messy. The sofas and chairs were piled with Cecilia's changed clothes. Bottles and brushes were lying in a mess on the dressing table nearby. The whole room looked like a war had just been fought.

I haven't seen the dress Cecilia was wearing just now.

Babbitt breathed a sigh of relief.

It was called a temporary lounge, but in fact it was also a small suite. Walking further inside, Babbitt saw a closed door.

After a few seconds of psychological preparation, Babbitt steeled himself and quietly pushed open the door.

The curtains in the room were drawn, a candle was on at the head of the bed, and Cecilia was leaning against the bed, reading a book.

Hearing the noise, Cecilia raised her head, looked against the light to see who was coming, and smiled beautifully, "Did you find a reason to come up here to rest as well?"

For a moment, Babbitt really felt that Cecilia was his wife.

Even though he knew clearly that Cecilia was pretending.