However, the Sophia Mason before her—this Queen of Mason rumored to be tyrannical, cold, and decisive in killing—had surprisingly not asked her a single sentence since coming out of the dungeon.
She clearly saw my glowing hair strands, and she knows what I have done in the past. Could it be that she has long since seen through the fact that my soul does not belong to this world?
Or perhaps, in her eyes, she only needs to be able to utilize my power, so she doesn't even have the interest to inquire?
Will it be like with the King of Orr, who treated her okay on the surface, but would actually lock her into a new dungeon after taking her back?
The more Daphne thought, the more afraid she became. The more she thought, the more she felt that Sophia's slow and methodical action of tasting the apple pie revealed a terrifying aftertaste of 'This Queen already knows everything'.
Should I confess?
Daphne wondered, is this Her Majesty Sophia waiting for her to voluntarily confess everything herself?
Monarchs all like to let people of lower status speak up first; only in this way can they manifest their nobility.
But how should she begin?
Confess everything? Or... fabricate a reason that people of this era would be more likely to believe?
But would doing that really be okay?
On the other side of the carriage, Princess Vasha knelt quietly to the side.
She did not touch the confidential reports of the Kingdom of Mason on the table, because she knew deeply that even though she had already pledged allegiance, those core data were taboos she should not touch before truly entering the Mason Royal City and establishing absolute trust.
Vasha displayed excellent royal upbringing and steadiness.
She looked at Sophia, her eyes containing not only admiration but also an additional trace of gentle submission.
Royal Father said that only an elegant lady with upbringing like her could marry most nobly, and that neither a Witch like her sister Daphne nor a Tyrant like Sophia could compare to her.
But is that really the case in reality?
Royal Father said the Queen of Mason is a devil, but if she were a devil, how could she break into that gloomy and cold dungeon just for a mere Witch?
Vasha sighed lightly in her heart.
Her Majesty Sophia's silence at this moment was likely her making long-term plans for Daphne's final destination.
She does not need to ask, because she has enough confidence to control all variables.
Although Vasha was not accustomed to sharing a room with Daphne, they would probably have to be in contact for a while after this, right?
It seems Her Majesty Sophia values Daphne greatly.
If Her Majesty Sophia ignores the identity of a Witch and only looks at Ability, then she, compared to Daphne who can use Witchcraft, seems to be at a disadvantage.
Vasha placed her gaze upon Daphne.
She always felt that this sister of hers was different from before. Although they were not familiar when they were young, it seemed that ever since Daphne was called a Witch, she had become even more of a stranger.
Sophia was currently sinking her entire person into the encirclement of velvet throw pillows.
She indeed did not intend to ask Daphne.
Ask what? Ask her if she transmigrated here?
Ask her why she knows that strange magic, and if she transmigrated from an anime? That's too much trouble...
She didn't even go to cross-examine Irene; after all, everyone has a little secret of their own.
Sophia yawned lazily, the tears at the corners of her eyes making her cold countenance appear slightly more grounded in the mortal world.
What if she tells me directly that she is a Magical Girl? What expression should I use to respond?
Should I discuss Magical Girl transformations with her, or exchange transmigration experiences with her?
As long as she can display her healing effects normally, even if she really fell from outer space, This Queen will pretend not to have seen it.
Sophia lifted the red tea Vasha handed over and took a sip. Feeling the fragrance of the tea bloom on the tip of her tongue, she noticed that the pair of emerald eyes on the opposite side were staring dead at her.
"Something the matter?"
Sophia spat out two words coldly.
Daphne trembled violently, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz:
"Your Majesty, do... do you really not want to know the secret of my 'Witchcraft'?
If I... I am saying if..."
The originally flowing air inside the carriage seemed to freeze in an instant.
Sophia waved her hand, and Willow, who was at the side, took Vasha and left the carriage, moving to the carriage behind them.
At this moment, only Sophia and Daphne remained inside the Queen's carriage.
Of course, Delilah, who was riding a horse outside the carriage, could hear the activity inside at any time.
Daphne held her breath, waiting for that anticipated judgment.
"If I am not Daphne-Orr herself?"
Sophia put down the teacup, her pale golden pupils flickering with some kind of profound light under the dim lamp shadow.
She looked at Daphne's head of golden hair strands, then looked at those emerald eyes that were so clear they could reflect the soul. She casually grabbed a piece of apple pie that still carried residual warmth and stuffed it into Daphne's palm without allowing any explanation.
"Since you have followed This Queen, let those boring pasts rot in your stomach."
Sophia's voice remained steady as ice, yet it set off heaven-shocking waves in Daphne's ears.
"This Queen only looks at results, not the process.
In this world, ordinary mortals always like to call Truths they cannot understand Witchcraft, but This Queen does not need that kind of shallow definition."
Sophia shifted to a more comfortable posture and closed her eyes lazily.
"Regardless of who you are, regardless of where you come from.
As long as you stand under This Queen's banner now, you are the Chief Physician of the Kingdom of Mason.
I want your loyalty, your Ability.
This Queen is not interested in the rest."
"However, regarding your Ability, after arriving in Mason, I will have Willow send you for investigation."
Daphne held that piece of apple pie in a daze, feeling the heat transmitting from her palm.
She knew... she indeed knew everything!
Even knowing, she is willing to accept it!
Daphne's eye rims turned red instantly.
In this moment, that sense of loneliness brought about by transmigration and that sense of inferiority produced by being treated as a Witch thoroughly disintegrated in the face of Sophia's matter-of-fact acceptance.
No need for definitions, not looking at the process... Her Majesty Sophia actually possesses such a grand magnanimity!
In this kind of feudal era, having such a monarch is the good fortune of this era!
Is she telling me that in her Kingdom of Mason, even if I am a soul from another world, I will receive equal respect?
She actually didn't think to burn me to death directly... She has never even mentioned this secret to anyone from Orr.
After coming to this world, Daphne felt that everything was terrible.
A cold-blooded King, feudal thoughts, a man-eating era...
Showing a little bit of Ability would lead to being dragged away and burned to death as a Witch. Even men whose Abilities differed from ordinary people would be said to be Witches disguised as men and dragged away to be burned to death.
Daphne had originally thought her journey in this world would end like this...
Being locked up for a few years, and after the King of Orr consistently failed to obtain her Ability, he would take her away to be burned to death.
After being burned to death, she would probably be released, right?
Daphne had always been waiting for that kind of release, but she never expected her new salvation to arrive instead.
Daphne gently took a bite of the apple pie, and that sweet taste of caramel rushed straight to the bottom of her heart.
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