Zong Shen's demeanor made Alana feel a little less awkward.
Clearly, she was the one of royal blood—the princess of Pendragon.
Yet whenever she faced Zong Shen, she could not help but feel inexplicably nervous.
As though he possessed some innate aura of intimidation.
Thus, every time Alana met Zong Shen, it was like a child seeing a stern teacher.
It was not quite unease; she simply found herself unconsciously yielding to him.
Perhaps it was because of his identity as one of the Chosen Ones, or perhaps because of those memories from her time as a slave.
No matter what, Zong Shen held tremendous weight in her heart.
Zong himself understood that as well.
So whenever he met Alana, he tried to act as gently as possible.
The Fifth Princess was a pitiful person. There was no need to use coercive tactics on her.
Zong Shen sat opposite her as though they were old friends.
Then, smiling, he took a bottle of fine purple Rare Grade wine from the Storage Grid.
He pulled out the firm cork with his bare hands and poured a full glass each for Alana and himself.
"Want a drink?"
Alana did not usually drink.
So after gently pushing the glass toward her, Zong Shen asked in an inquiring tone.
"Alright."
With her head lowered, Alana replied in a soft voice.
Within the territory, she had always maintained the disguise of an ugly appearance.
At present, Zong Shen was the only one in the territory who knew her true identity.
Even Howie and Maryl were unaware of the truth.
It was only because Alana was diligent, coupled with Zong Shen's special instructions for them to take better care of her, that they paid her more attention.
It had to be said that her disguise was