The Third Princess had originally been studying in the homeland. But with the war in Area 18 only just over and Cornelia repeatedly mobilizing troops for the Battle of Kashgar, someone needed to oversee the Royal Family's charity and medical services. She had volunteered to join her sister and take charge of hospitals, refugee resettlement, and postwar relief.
Having a Princess welcome the Regent of Great Han was also appropriate to the two sides' current political standing.
Gilford had seen nothing amiss at first, until Lin Cuo descended the gangway.
The system's character interface entered his field of vision almost at the same moment Euphemia did.
Diplomacy 19, military 5, administration 11, intrigue 10, learning 15, valor 8. Among her personality traits, merciful, kind, patient, chaste, temperate, naive, and brave shone almost too brightly. Below them were two special modifiers rarely seen in ordinary characters.
[Royal affinity: she can reduce the instinctive wariness that groups of different social standing feel toward symbols of imperial authority.] [Intuitive insight: despite lacking systematic training in intrigue, she can discern what others truly value from small details.]
Deeper still, there was a less conspicuous source of stress.
[Self-doubt: she believes she lacks her elder sister's military talent and her elder brother's political ability, often viewing herself as a decorative Princess with no real power.]
Lin Cuo's eyes lit up instantly. Here was a living national public-affinity card, one of the ideal core candidates for the future songstress project, civilization community broadcast, rule by culinary passion, and cross-world hero recognition module.
When Euphemia saw that his left arm was still secured in a cooling brace, the ceremonial smile in her eyes quickly turned to genuine concern. She took two steps forward, stopped at an appropriate distance, and extended her white-gloved right