Olivier?
When Hiberton first heard the name, he was stunned.
He remembered every member of the Alandin delegation, and there was no woman named Olivier among them.
Olivier!
But soon, he remembered why the name felt familiar.
This… this…
Olivier was originally male, right?
Did something happen recently that turned him into a woman?
Hiberton’s mind was a chaotic mess.
As the representative of the Alandin delegation, he had been observing Olivier’s actions.
But aside from a distant glimpse at the banquet on the night they arrived at the City of Emerald Shadows, he had never seen this prince again.
He was even more reclusive than Miss Winnidith.
The outside world couldn’t get any news about him.
Even something as important as discussing the details of the trade route with Elaril had been handed over to his subordinates.
This was completely different from what he had heard in the Empire.
So, Hiberton had been worried that Olivier might be secretly preparing some conspiracy.
The facts proved his worries were correct.
He had no complaints about this, only regret.
He was simply outmatched, completely unable to foresee that the other party had reached a cooperation with the Elves and the Orc Tribes, leading to their current situation as fish on the chopping block.
But he never expected that when he finally saw this prince again, he would have transformed into a delicate, feminine woman.
A woman disguised as a man?
No, impossible.
Hiberton immediately dismissed that guess.
Not to mention why he would reveal his true gender at this moment, the change in his aura, now like a deadly poison, was utterly inexplicable.
Just a few days ago, his aura was merely alluring!
“Hehe, it seems you all remember who I am. Mmm~ I’m quite satisfied.”
Perhaps because she had just obtained this body, Olivier raised her slender arms and spun in place twice.
Her wide, red skirt bloomed like a field of demonic flowers.
Dangerous, yet impossible to look away from.
“Am I beautiful?”
She stopped.
Her eyes were seductive as silk, her smile radiant as a flower.
Her red lips, parted slightly from the vigorous movement, exhaled a moist breath as tempting as fine wine.
Hiberton suddenly had the impulse to fiercely kiss those red lips beneath him.
He knew full well this was a battlefield, and the woman standing opposite was their greatest enemy.
But once this thought arose, it clung like a bone-deep poison.
No matter how he resisted, his gaze would unconsciously drift to Olivier’s lips, to the deep valley of her chest, to the glimpse of fair skin beneath the wide hem of her skirt.
“Young Master Hiberton, please hold onto your true self. Do not sink into her bewitching charm.”
Aidan’s words were like icy winter water, instantly dousing all his impulses.
Only then did he notice that Aidan had expanded the range of his holy light from just the injured Aaron to encompass all of them.
How long could he hold on?
Hiberton wasn’t sure, but judging by his expression, maintaining such a domain was clearly not easy for him.
“Oh?”
Olivier was a bit surprised.
Her charm combined the neurotoxin of the Shadow Snake Tribe, the corruption of dark magic, and the illusionary arts inherited by the Dark Elves.
One could say that unless one’s will was extremely firm, anyone who saw her would unconsciously slide into the abyss of obsession with her.
Moreover, her body had just been refined; this was the moment her power was at its peak.
Even Gaius had almost succumbed upon first seeing her.
Yet, with her going all out, that Empire priest could still maintain his true self?
How interesting.
Olivier loved watching the drama of such willful saints succumbing to various temptations and turning into ugly beasts.
“Your Highness, you shouldn’t have come out.”
Beside her, Gaius had no idea what attitude to adopt towards this prince who was both familiar and unfamiliar.
He had thought today would be the day the royal family welcomed a new descendant.
He never expected that by nightfall, this prince, upon whom he had placed such high hopes, would transform, wearing a vibrant dress prepared who knows when, into a woman exuding a captivating charm.
And that vessel he believed would bear the royal grandson was nowhere to be found.
He hadn’t even sensed when she had left.
“This is the first step for Alandin to defeat the Empire. Uncle Gaius, do you think that as a princess, I am no longer qualified to witness it with my own eyes?”
Olivier raised an eyebrow slightly.
It was an action full of allure, yet Gaius felt immense pressure.
“I absolutely did not mean that!!!”
Gaius knelt and apologized, sweating profusely.
After becoming female, Her Highness’s temper seemed to have become much more assertive.
He could no longer connect the seductive woman before him with the boy who used to stand behind him.
“My loyalty to the royal family is as clear as the sky! Whatever you command, Your Highness, I will obey!!!”
“Oh? Truly anything?”
Olivier suddenly said with heightened emotion.
“Then go and save Mr. Aaron.”
“Huh?”
Not just Gaius, even Hiberton and the others who heard this were stunned, seemingly unable to believe their ears.
But the Alandin Guard Army and officials, including Kieran, looked as if this was perfectly reasonable.
This made Gaius reflect on whether his actions in the Everlight Fortress over the years had been somewhat excessive, which was why Her Highness hadn’t told him the truth.
“Don’t worry, I won’t make you save him for nothing.”
Olivier smiled and took a bottle from her bosom.
“This is medicine I bought from the Orc Tribes. Its potency is extremely strong. As long as the heart and brain are intact, even if there’s only a breath left, it can bring someone back!”
“But similarly, its side effects are equally formidable. If the patient who takes this medicine cannot take another type of medicine as a mitigant, their body will uncontrollably swell, and finally…”
“Pop like a balloon.”
Olivier exaggeratedly mimed the word with her mouth.
Gaius finally understood what she wanted to do.