My Players Are So Fierce

1073: 364.

Huh!

You guys aren’t fighting over men anymore?

Boring!

1073: 364.

Huh!

You guys aren’t fighting over men anymore?

Boring!

Transylvania is actually a rather sinister place.

Perhaps it really is due to poor geomantic omen, just as Murphy was muttering about Miss Biqi having procrastination, the eldest daughter of the Shivel Family was blocking the road with her guard turned childhood friend turned bestie, Lady LiWen, in a towering rage, just as Milian was about to get off work.

Because Milian served as the Crimson Regent, her “security level” in Crimson Castle had been maxed out by Murphy long ago.

Entry and exit involved not only a special “bulletproof carriage” for escort but also at least three elite Witch Hunters to provide protection at all times, and during night travels, the Chief Guard “Mad Woman” Bonnie arranged for Vampires to protect her from the shadows specifically.

But Milian didn’t really need all these measures because both the Spiritual Overlord and Duchess Trish constantly maintained their Perception over the entire city’s spiritual energy.

Should something actually happen, Blood Vulture Duke’s instant teleportation would be much more effective than any measures.

However, as a local Governor, it was necessary to have the proper pomp and circumstance; one can’t just wait for Trish to make a move every time there is an incident.

After all, security is often more about symbolism than practical significance; regarding this point, the former Prime Minister with the strongest bloodline, who was reincarnated from Another World due to his broad-mindedness, Little Eight Gaga, had a great say.

He had personally proven with his life that no security fairy or well-hidden beautiful bodyguard could match regular exercise, vigilance, and most importantly, committing fewer wrongdoings and attracting fewer enemies as the most effective measure.

I digress, let’s return to the interesting story unfolding in Transylvania.

As the Crimson Regent’s carriage was just leaving the administrative office, it was stopped by two girls blocking the way, with Miss Biqi boldly standing in front of the carriage, hands spread in a Posture suggesting, “I won’t let you through unless you run me over.”

The evening breeze blew down the street at that moment, lifting Miss Biqi’s golden hair and causing the curtains that shielded the carriage to flutter, revealing the inside where Milian was dozing off.

She was truly exhausted and didn’t notice the disturbance ahead at first.

However, the three Witch Hunter guards beside the carriage were very diligent; they immediately drew their weapons, and the last escort driving the carriage even held a red oak seed ready to release protective spiritual energy, fully demonstrating their strong abilities in protection.

Yet no one attacked immediately, instead exchanging looks with each other.

Because they all recognized the fair-faced blonde girl in front of them, who had been following Kudler, the People’s Guard, around the city these past few days, and due to Lord Kudel’s high reputation among the commoners, this “enemy nation’s lady” from the Anjou Region also became well-known to many.

“Lady Biqi, what are you doing here?”

Milian’s Chief Guard, the former soldier from Natalie’s squad, Norman, sheathed his weapon and rode forward with his iron mask, asking in a low voice:

“If it’s official business, please visit the Regent tomorrow morning; Milian, who is toiling for Transylvania, is very tired right now.

She urgently needs to rest at her residence.”

“It’s precisely because it’s a private matter that I had to wait until Miss Regent got off work before I could talk about it, I don’t want to use my own affairs to occupy her work time.”

Miss Biqi said nonchalantly:

“I just want to talk to her about my fiancé, you don’t have to worry, look, LiWen and I didn’t even bring weapons.”

Upon hearing this, all four Witch Hunters by the carriage were taken aback at the same time.

Being masked, Norman’s true expression could not be seen, but in truth, he was also stunned.

After all, a situation where one lady stops another distinguished lady to talk about her fiancé would be explosive and thrilling gossip in any country, background, or era!

In summary, wouldn’t this just boil down to the three words “fighting over a man”?

Holy crap!

I had heard that these Nobles live life lavishly, and witnessing it today is truly extraordinary.

Of course, Norman had known Milian for more than a day; he didn’t believe the Crimson Regent would be involved in such indecent affairs.

Not to mention, with her daily workload, she scarcely had enough time for sleep, let alone to indulge in these distractions.

So after a moment of shock, Norman immediately refused in his cold and hoarse, unpleasant voice:

“You jest, as a Black Iron Knight, do you really need a weapon to harm an ordinary person?

Our duty obliges us, and we cannot allow you to approach the Regent under these circumstances; if you insist on talking to her, then please go to the secretary’s office and schedule an appointment in advance.

Perhaps tomorrow, Miss Milian will be able to make time to talk with you.”

“But I am leaving tomorrow.”

Miss Biqi sighed:

“These past few days at Crimson Castle, I’ve only watched you all fight with the Beilao, exciting as it really was, but I didn’t get any actual business done; I just want to say a few words to Miss Milian before I leave.

I know it’s hard for you to trust me, given my identity as a noble of the Golden Flower Kingdom.

How about this?

Could you deliver a letter to Miss Milian for me?

When I find the opportunity in the future, I’ll visit again.”

“That can be done.”

Norman nodded, and Miss Biqi was about to write a letter on the spot, but at that moment, Milian’s puzzled voice came from the carriage: