Under the Oak Tree - Chapter 218

Chapter 218

For some reason, the princess’s words felt like a scolding to Max. At the same time, she felt more confidence on her shoulders, like the words were also meant to support her. Agnes gave her shoulders a tap and smiled coyly.

Ruth glared at the Princess as if he couldn’t believe what she was suggesting to Max, who looked at Ruth, unable to understand why he was against the idea. Wasn’t he the one who insisted that she learn magic so that he could unload some of his burdens on her? The wizard said his words so fluently as if he didn’t recall any of those times.

Agnes glared at him and screamed, then turned to Max and took her hands.

Agnes looked positively excited by her answer. When she saw the Princess’s face light up, Max suddenly remembered the times when she had to help Ruth with his magic formulas from morning to night. She started to get a little worried that maybe she responded too hastily, but Agnes just pulled her towards the entrance.

At the mention of her looks, Max swept over Riftan’s robe, which was too loose for her.

Ruth, who has been looking for a way to escape the Princess, quickly seized the opportunity. He turned toward the barracks that housed the priestesses and was about to run, when Max stopped him.

Max was taken aback by how Ruth was thinking it so simplistically.

Ruth threw his head back, looked up at the ceiling, and let out an annoyed groan.

Ruth shook his head and sighed.

He patted her shoulder reassuringly and left. The princess took Max directly to her barrack and brought out several of her own outfits for her to try on. She tried on a few outfits that would neither be drab or difficult to move in, but the Princesses’ pants were too long for her and too tight for her hips that in the slightest movement, it might rip. She became infinitely depressed, feeling like a duck with her short legs and wide hips. Her shoulders drooped as she looked at the princess’ slender deer-like figure with envy.

Agnes, a little uncomfortable, handed her a dress this time.

It was a simple navy blue dress that came down to her ankles and provided good coverage. Max finished her look by tying the dagger that Riftan gave him around her waist and circling subtly. Since she had only been wearing swaddled robes for a while, she felt incredibly uncomfortable in her new outfit, like attending a ball.

With a firm expression, Agnes gave her a small wooden pin with Wedon’s crest carved into it.

Agnes explained as if she was fed up with the subject.

The princess snorted bitterly.

Agnes frowned in frustration.

Max felt the blood drain from her face at the ugly truth that was buried beneath all the glory and glamor of these famous men. As if the army of trolls weren’t a big enough problem, now she learned that conflicts existed.

Seeing her face pale, Agnes added quickly.

The princess gave her a soft smile and led her outside. Agnes showed her around the barracks belonging to Whedon’s forces. Max took note of where the wizards were residing, and where the Remdragon Knights stayed, as well as the areas she must refrain from entering, then immediately made her way to the infirmary.

Max simply wandered out of the infirmary aimlessly; knowing how awkward this was going to be and wondering how she was going to approach it. Just as she struggled with her thoughts and stood idly, Idcilla saw her and ran towards her.

Idcilla questioned anxiously as she hurriedly led Max to the back of the tent.

Idcilla looked at Max’s new clothes and sighed.

Max muttered in defense of her husband, but belatedly recalled how she also thought he looked like a lion who walked straight out of hell. Idcilla looked at her with interest, seeing Max’s fiery eyes.

Max’s eyes widened and Idcilla explained with a smile.

She shook her head.

Idcilla interrupted her.

A bitter smile spread on Idcilla’s lips.

Suddenly, Idcilla’s face clouded.

Max promised in a firm voice. She felt guilty that she was now reunited with her husband, while Idcilla still lived every day with concern for her brother.

Idcilla took a deep breath and led Max inside. At first, the priestesses felt noticeably more uncomfortable around her, but when they started working together again, things returned to normal. Plus, there were so many things to do that Max didn’t even have time to worry about her discovered identity.

She naturally went back to her old routine of inspecting wounds and applying healing magic to some. As the hours passed everyone forgot that she was a noble lady who came disguised as a priestess. Princess Agnes’s words rang true, a battlefield is no place for a noble woman. The only thing that mattered in the battlefield is whether you could fight or work in support, and she fell in the latter category.

Max was in the middle of refilling the emergency medicines with mixed herbs, when Yulysion entered the tent. The young man looked uncomfortable seeing the wounded lying on the bed, and urged her on again.

Selena, who was gathering herbs nearby, quickly took over.

Feeling like she was being pushed, Max had no choice but to leave the infirmary. Yulysion took the place by her side and proudly took his strides.

The young knight beat his chest proudly and smiled cheerfully at her.

Max looked at Yulysion, who seemed to have grown taller and more manly in just a few months and he had also become incredibly dignified. A smile spread on her face: the teenage boy, always ready to be a hero, was incredibly cute in her eyes.

Yulysion looked at her, apparently a bit dissatisfied with her reaction.

He narrowed his eyes at Max, as if trying to determine if she is sincere with her words. Then he smiled again with that same youthful tone of innocence.

Max had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from bursting out laughing at Yulysion’s sulky tone as he escorted her back to Riftan’s tent with the courtesy of a true gentleman. He even prepared a magnificent dinner for her, with trays full of all kinds of luxurious dishes. She washed her hands thoroughly and sat down in front of the table.

Note – : Yuri is so CUTE ☹