Days passed one by one, and before long, it was Henrietta's wedding day.
"Princess..."
As the priestess Henrietta had chosen, Louise looked at the Princess in her white wedding gown and found herself at a loss for words.
"Louise, don't make that face."
Henrietta smiled at Louise.
"Today is the day I'm getting married. As my friend, shouldn't you be happy for me?"
"Yes, Princess, I..."
Louise looked at Henrietta, about to say something else, when the tightly shut door suddenly flew open and Mazarin came running in, out of breath.
"What is it, Lord Mazarin?"
Seeing the old minister, who normally never let his emotions show, in such a state, Henrietta immediately rose to her feet, an uneasy expression appearing on her face.
"Albion has declared war on us!"
"What? When did this happen?!"
Henrietta and Louise were both shocked, while Red Ponytail merely yawned in boredom.
"Just now... According to the information we received, our fleet had gone to welcome foreign guests. While both sides were exchanging ceremonial salutes, one of Albion's warships suddenly exploded. They accused us of doing it, and just now Albion sent us a declaration of war, claiming that we disregarded the mutual non-aggression agreement and launched an unprovoked artillery attack against their goodwill fleet. In self-defense, the government of the Republic of Albion has declared war on us..."
"How could this happen...?!"
Henrietta's knees gave out, and she collapsed into her chair. Louise stood there dumbfounded, unable to speak.
For a moment, the air was filled with dead silence, until Red Ponytail spoke.
"See? I told you. If they want to attack you, they can just make up any excuse."
"Miss SABER..."
Henrietta and Mazarin could not help looking at Red Ponytail, who remained calm and even had the mood to eat some