Long purple hair that reached her heels, golden eyes, and a divinely bestowed flawless face...
An angel! A goddess!! A breathtakingly beautiful Princess Your Highness!
"Uh..."
Sirin looked at the frenzied "fans" ahead of her. They were countless times more terrifying than even Durandal's fans!
And just hearing what they were shouting left her completely speechless!
They wanted to have babies with her?
Aren't you men? How are you supposed to give birth?!
And what was that about ovulation? That was way too obscene!
Sirin had no idea how she had made it through that stretch of road. Fortunately, the armed police had worked hard, and none of the crazed fans had rushed in. Otherwise, she would not have been able to resist opening a portal for "him."
As for where the other end of that portal would lead, she had no idea.
After returning to the Imperial Palace, Sirin naturally went to see Guan Xing and Rita first.
However, after meeting Guan Xing, Sirin arrived before Blade of Immortality—now the imperial guards and secretarial corps—with a complicated expression.
"Princess Your Highness!" "Princess Your Highness, Saint Ann!"
Seeing Sirin arrive, the Blade of Immortality members who had been training stopped what they were doing and hurriedly saluted her.
"Ah! You don't have to be so formal!"
Looking at these companions who had spent more than a decade with her, Sirin did not care much for such empty formalities.
"The rules cannot be broken," Cornelia said, shaking her head with great seriousness.
"Fine. Do as you like."
Seeing this, Sirin could not be bothered to say anything more.
"Was Princess Your Highness's journey smooth?"
After a polite greeting, Kurotama looked at Sirin and asked softly.
"Everything went smoothly. With Great General Durandal and me taking action, what could possibly remain