Asian Girl Completion Manual

The story begins like this:

Elizabeth studied in the Military Academy of the Royal Academy. Most of the Military Academy were children of nobles from Nali. There were few civilians or students from the business class. People said that the Military Academy of the Royal Academy had an invisible threshold for admission, and the nobles could not give up. The most important military power, even the most basic right to study, is not willing to give up.

This reason is obviously wrong or incomplete; the nobles may not be willing to give in, but driven by the growing parliament and the power of the two parties, the Royal Academy, as the home of the Griffins, will certainly not be tilted specifically towards the old school. of feudal aristocracy.

The real reason is that the study at the Military Academy is very difficult and the tuition fee is very high. It is comparable to the tuition fee at the Magic Court and more than twice as high as the normal business school and science school.

Of course, Her Royal Highness Elizabeth does not need to worry about high tuition fees. What she is really worried about is academic difficulties. There are many theories that need to be learned to lead troops, and the requirements for royal people are even more frightening.

Maybe she did complain once or twice before, but not now, because without these academic difficulties she might not have known the boy.

She still remembered that it was an afternoon before the midterm exam in the middle of the first semester of the first grade. There was always a lack of quiet people in the noisy Royal Academy, and Elizabeth, who was struggling with her thesis, was one of them.

"In the consideration of modern warfare, magic is a part that must be considered. As an excellent commander, you not only need to know how to use magic in war, but also have a certain understanding of all its principles and costs. This week's homework , a 2,500-word paper on the use of magic in modern warfare, will be submitted to me next weekend. It requires at least fifteen citations, strictly in accordance with the [Hailson Citation Format Example]... That’s it, get out of class is over!”

In the classroom, the professor's unquestionable words came out, and he left the classroom without caring about the mourning students in the audience.

Such strict requirements made even the perfect smile on the face of Elizabeth, the eldest princess, a little unbearable. She endured it for a whole day. It was not until the tea party with the noble ladies in the afternoon that she couldn't help but express her gratitude to these sisters. hugged him softly,

"I shouldn't have chosen this course. We haven't even finished studying basic military management. And I have four exams to face next week. How can I finish writing... I basically know nothing about magic. I know, it seems I can only drop out of class..."

"Ah, it's rare to hear Her Royal Highness Princess Elizabeth feel so unsure."

Among the many aristocratic sisters, a sister who was studying in the third-year liberal arts college smiled and looked at Elizabeth, who was obviously the youngest but sitting in the main seat. After hesitating for a moment, she recommended a "possible helper" to Elizabeth. ,

"But don't worry too much. In fact, I have a helper here... I have a cousin from far away who has recently come to Saint-Ery to study. His name is Trundle, and he is studying in business school. He doesn't want to live with us, so he lives in the city. I rented a house in the district and shared it with a student from the Magic Academy.”

Speaking of this, the sister introduced her family's relationship nonchalantly while slowly leading to the main topic.

"His roommate who shared the same apartment was very special. He ranked first in the entrance examination of the magic school. He had just completed the full course plus three elective courses in the first grade. I heard that the professor of the magic class was planning to take the exam this time. When he passed the exam, he was asked to finish all the content. It was his own request..."

"I heard from Trundle that the child was born in poverty. Your Highness can write to him and ask him for help, and he will definitely help you."

Before she could finish her words, the other sisters next to her burst into laughter, covered their mouths and mocked,

"Is this suggestion better to be avoided? Let Her Highness Elizabeth write a letter to a poor student asking for his help in completing an academic paper? Isn't it too embarrassing to spread the word? Or do you just want Her Highness Elizabeth to embarrass this person?"

"No...no, how dare you do this?"

These words made the sister who suggested it turn pale, laughed awkwardly, and explained in this way.

Okay, maybe she did not think it through well. If it were a child of another noble family, it might not matter, but Her Royal Highness Elizabeth must not be like this...

Elizabeth also knew that she was unintentional, so she did not pursue the matter further. Instead, she calmed things down gently and asked,

"I'll think about it. What's his name?"

"Ah, Fisher! Fisher Benavidez, that's the name. Trundle mentioned it many times, so I remember..."

Elizabeth smiled, but everyone knew that it was impossible for her Highness to write a letter asking about academic papers. After all, her identity as the eldest princess was still here.

"Okay everyone, let's stop complaining. I'm going to the church to pray. Farewell, ladies."

"Goodbye, Your Highness."

The Mother Goddess Church is the state religion of Nali. In other words, all the countries in the Western Continent are deeply influenced by the Mother Goddess Church, but the churches in several countries are different.

In order to show the closeness between the royal family and the church, Elizabeth's external gentle personality makes it best for her to add the identity of a "devout believer of the Mother Goddess", which will make the people feel closer and more likeable.

It's just that Elizabeth may be questioning in her heart what the purpose of doing this is.

The princess of Nali cannot inherit the throne in any case, so what can she do if the people like her?

The answer is, as a political resource, the political resource of marriage.

One day in the future, when my father needs to support a noble or other force worthy of his support, it may be a rising star of the Griffin Party, or someone from the development company of the new party. In order to gain the support of the people, He may marry himself to those people to strengthen the Golden Palace's connection with them.

Elizabeth knew that this was the best fate for her.

She may have some complaints in her heart, but she also understands the difficulties of the royal family or her father, and understands the difficulty of change. Perhaps she has indeed accepted her fate, and just played the role of a gentle and friendly eldest princess until she met a stranger. Gentlemen stay married for the rest of their lives.

That day, she took a carriage to the largest church in Saint-Neli to pray.

In front of the spacious prayer hall, like thousands of churches, there is a statue of a kind and kind Mother Goddess. She quietly looks at the people coming to pray below.

In the church, the bishop recited the blessing in a loud voice. The devout believers sat on wooden chairs, quietly closed their eyes and made standard prayer postures, feeling the call of the seemingly void Mother Goddess.

Many people have become accustomed to seeing Her Royal Highness the Princess at this time. Even the bishop greeted her. When she sat down and was about to start praying, she suddenly realized that the wooden chair she was sitting on was on the other side of the chair. There is another person who prays quietly.

He was a quiet, handsome young man. The short black hair on his head and the three-dimensional facial features unique to the Nari people all indicated his mixed-race Kadunali identity. What really attracted Elizabeth was the Royal Academy uniform he was wearing.

Yes, the Royal Academy actually has a uniform, but no one except the academics at the academy wears it. Most people wear private uniforms.

But the Royal Academy, which represents a new school of thought, should have very few followers of the Mother Goddess, especially those who wear such a conspicuous Royal Academy uniform.

Elizabeth glanced at the standard prayer posture of the young man with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but suspect that the man in front of her was actually a speculator.

He may know that he has to come here to pray every week. He is proud of his good looks, so he specially puts on a school uniform that shows that he is in the same school as him and comes here to pretend to pray, hoping to establish a relationship with the eldest princess...

You can't blame Elizabeth for being sentimental. She has indeed seen too many such people.

She could have ignored it originally, but she didn't know if it was because of the "personality" on the carriage that she was not sure about. She suddenly pointed at the other person's prayer posture rather unkindly and reminded her,

"You should cross your fingers when praying to the Mother Goddess. Your prayer posture is wrong."

The gentleman who looked handsome from the side ignored her, and it wasn't until several seconds passed that he seemed to realize that the other party was talking to him.

His rather stern face glanced sideways at Elizabeth, then turned his head indifferently and replied perfunctorily,

"I am not praying to the Mother Goddess, so my posture is correct, and I am not a believer of the Mother Goddess, Your Highness."

Elizabeth was slightly stunned. She looked at the fingers of the man in front of her, and then realized that he had bent his middle fingers standardly without crossing them. In the teachings, the longest finger represents the Mother Goddess.

He is praying for others.

“You are not a believer of the Mother Goddess but come to church to pray?”

"You are not a believer in the Mother Goddess, so why are you here?"

Elizabeth's pupils shrank slightly, and she didn't understand how she could see through her personality. She wanted to continue asking but she saw that he put an index finger in front of her lips to signal her to be silent.

this man

Elizabeth ignored his silence and continued to ask in a low voice,

"How did you know?"

The man glanced at her speechlessly and explained helplessly,

"A truly devout believer will be very focused even if he closes his eyes when praying, but when you close your eyes, you are just in a daze. At least it is not pious, right?"

"Were you looking at me just now?"

Elizabeth no longer asked, but suddenly smiled, and Gedelin's golden face suddenly burst into unimaginable charm, causing the young man in front of her to shake his eyes, and replied a little sluggishly,

"As a princess, of course you attract a lot of attention from others, and I am no exception."

"so…"

They didn't talk anymore. They both lowered their heads to pray, and neither of them was that pious.

The young boy was obviously praying for someone devoutly, but his posture was not standard. His posture was obviously so standard that there was no flaw in it, but his heart was not religious at all.

Elizabeth, who closed her eyes, was suddenly curious as to whether the handsome young man next to her would peek at her again while she closed her eyes.

"The Mother Goddess said, be pious, be kind, be selfless..."

The earnest teachings of the bishop above turned into gospel. Elizabeth quietly opened her eyes and looked to the side uncontrollably. It seemed like this was the first time she had done this. She made such a move regardless of her personality. It was obvious that this was the case. It would not be a good thing if "ungodly" things spread, but for some reason, Elizabeth was sure that the other party would not tell them.

They seemed to have some kind of unexplainable tacit understanding. It was obviously just the first time they met, just like this moment.

When Elizabeth opened her eyes and secretly turned to look at the man beside her, the man who was praying also opened his eyes at the same time. Both of them subconsciously looked at the person who was some distance away from them, so they both I saw the other person turning his head...

Elizabeth had nothing to hide from. She just opened her mouth and looked at the other person. The young man in front of her looked at her in a neither humble nor condescending manner, but he shrank a little away under the gaze of her slightly flashing, bright golden eyes.

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They didn't have any unnecessary conversations, but they were both a little surprised that the other party would do the same thing as themselves.

In order not to embarrass the other party, and in order not to overstep and offend the princess, the young man in front of her seemed to want to stand up and leave at the same time, because the prayer seemed to have ended, so they stood up at the same time.

Seeing the other party's similar movements again, Elizabeth couldn't help but smile, which made the scholarly and extremely restrained gentleman in front of her more and more embarrassed. Elizabeth took the initiative to become a "gentleman" and said,

"you first."

"Thanks."

He was not polite. He stood up and walked to the bishop in front of him. He handed an envelope to the bishop. Elizabeth recognized it. It was a "faith". It is usually written by a living person to a relative who has passed away and handed it to the bishop. The word also means that he has a relative who is a devout believer of the Mother Goddess, and was buried in the church, sleeping under the Mother Goddess' seat forever.

After the bishop nodded kindly, Elizabeth and the young gentleman did not look at each other in silent agreement until the gentleman left the church through the main entrance.

Sensing the departure of the young gentleman from the same school, Elizabeth stood up in silence for a moment and walked towards the bishop. After chatting with him for a moment, she expressed her respect for the Mother Goddess and how the Mother Goddess guided her life. She also did not forget to like A devout person donated some money that way.

No one can see the true thoughts of this "perfect believer of the Mother Goddess" except the gentleman just now.

Maybe he did it on purpose, wanting to get on the royal family's high tree?

But that strange tacit understanding couldn't make Elizabeth think that way.

She just followed the bishop, talking and watching as he took the message handed over by the young gentleman just now and came to a wall made of stone boxes behind the church. Each stone box was engraved with The letters contain the ashes of devout believers of the Mother Goddess. The bishop is responsible for burning the messages sent by the family members to ensure that the thoughts of the family members can reach the Kingdom of the Mother Goddess and be known to them.

At the corner of the stone wall, the bishop waved the envelope in front of a stone box and whispered,

"Messenger of the Mother Goddess, your mortal relatives express their sincere thoughts to you. May you sleep peacefully in the kingdom of the Mother Goddess."

Elizabeth looked with her golden eyes and saw a single line of words engraved on the stone box:

[Thank you for giving me a home when I was lonely. Even if you have left and I am alone again, you will always be my family. 】

[In memory of: Teresa Benavides, a great and devout nun]

【Fisher Benavidez】

Elizabeth looked at the words on the small tombstone. The "family" in the words seemed to glow, causing ripples to appear in her golden eyes.

She took a deep breath and looked at the church behind her, where the young gentleman had long since disappeared. But a second later, she seemed to remember something, and suddenly looked back at the name on the tombstone.

"Fisher Benavidez?"

"What did you say, Your Highness?"

"Ah, nothing. Thank you for your teaching, Bishop. I have to take my leave first."

"As you please, Your Highness."

Elizabeth smiled perfectly, but her steps involuntarily accelerated a little, and she left here briskly.