mijobooks Chapter 8 Don't pretend, I really will throw you in the dungeon.
Chapter 8 Don't pretend, I really will throw you in the dungeon.
Inside the damp, cold, and cramped dungeon.
Sylvie Ben Pasar, the second princess of the Pasar Empire, is also a genius mage at the Royal Magic Academy of Wiss City.
At this moment, he wrapped his arms around his bent knees and rested his chin on them, as if he was thinking about something.
Since Mystra reset the magic network five hundred years ago, the magical power granted to humans has been restricted.
Today, the highest level a mage in the entire continent of Vivana can reach is fourth-circle spells, even if they dedicate their entire lives to it.
Sylvie, at only eighteen years old, had already mastered second-circle magic.
Of course, besides her own diligence and eagerness to learn, her wealthy king father also contributed to her success.
Sylvia raised her head and pouted.
She immediately raised her hand to touch the cold metal ring around her neck, an item that restricted her from using magic.
However, including this time, she has tried 47 times and still cannot remove the metal ring.
"Sister, it still doesn't work?"
The voice came from beside me, tinged with obvious frustration.
Sylvie turned her head and looked at the girl huddled to her right.
Elena Ben Pasar, the third princess of the Pasar Empire, is a trainee priest at the Royal Theological Seminary.
"Your neck is burned." Elena reached out to touch the burns on her sister's neck, but pulled her hand back halfway. "If this continues, you will..."
"Shut up."
Sylvie's voice was soft, but her tone was as hard as stone.
"This mere Demon-Sealing Ring thinks it can trap me?"
She gritted her teeth, and her fingertips began to gather magic again.
"hiss--!"
Sylvie shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, then went limp and leaned back against the wall.
The 48th time.
Seeing her sister in so much pain, and feeling powerless to help, Elena could only bite her lip, tears silently streaming down her face.
In truth, things shouldn't have gotten this far.
Three days ago, Sylvie led an elite team of three to the Elk Forest to carry out a mission to exterminate goblins.
The so-called elite consisted of a servant, Sylvie herself, and her priest sister who had no healing abilities.
Naturally, Sylvie is the elite.
For her, eliminating goblins was just a matter of lifting a finger.
However, to her surprise, a mage came to the lair.
Sylvie initially didn't take this mage seriously, until she was ambushed and had her magic-sealing ring put on her.
The end result was that the servant was killed in battle, and she and her sister were imprisoned.
"Sister! Stop trying... Lady Owl must have already brought the message back to the Royal Court."
Elena's voice pulled Sylvie back from her memories.
"I have a feeling someone will come to rescue us today!"
Upon hearing this, Sylvie suppressed her competitive spirit, closed her eyes, and gently bumped the back of her head against the stone wall.
She regretted not acting sooner.
In this way, the servants will not die because of him.
Seeing her sister's dejected appearance, Elena decided not to comfort her anymore.
So he clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and tried to ask the gods for protection.
Incidentally, the gods' responses to this matter always depend on their mood.
When choosing a profession, they actually perform a ritual like Holy Resonance or Holy Light Baptism.
Normally, I read their messages but don't reply.
But at least today, Elena received a response, not from a god, but from two lunatics.
"elder sister."
"What's wrong?"
"The ground... seems to be shaking."
Sylvie frowned and quickly shielded her younger sister behind her.
Then, by the faint light of the fire, he looked at the stones on the ground ahead that were slightly pulsating.
"Crack—"
Several stones were pushed aside from below, and the black soil rose up.
Two heads popped out like groundhogs with a "poof".
"Dude, is this map even correct?"
"Where's the treasure? All we see are broken stones."
"The room marked with an X on the map is definitely here."
"You must have dug in the wrong direction."
"I'm the village's recognized master tunnel digger!"
Does this include men?
"I don't know, I haven't been caught yet."
"Then let's come out first."
The two of them used their hands and feet to climb out of the hole, stood up, and patted the thick mud off their clothes and trouser legs.
Suddenly, Bruce sniffed with his dog nose.
"Dude, something's not right."
"What's wrong?"
"It smells like a woman!"
"Where?!"
"Who...are you?"
A clear yet husky female voice interrupted their excited conversation.
Bruce jolted and quickly turned around.
Xia Nan instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword, drew it, and turned around.
"Who?!"
At this moment, Xia Nan vaguely saw two figures huddled in the corner.
The smaller one was shielded behind the person in front, revealing only half of her pale face and long, light blonde hair.
The slightly plump girl standing in front had long, light pink hair cascading over her shoulders, and her deep blue eyes resembled two natural sapphires. Her face had the charm of a loli with a hint of an older sister.
She wore an ivory-white mage's robe underneath a dark blue short cloak, though both garments were stained with some gray and black.
"Answer me first," Sylvia said warily, speaking first. "Who are you?"
"Then who are you?"
Upon hearing this, Sylvie felt greatly insulted, her eyes widened, and her lips pursed in anger.
"You don't know who I am?"
"You can do whatever you want."
Sylvia took a deep breath, released her grip on her sister, stood up, and stormed up to Xia Nan, meeting her gaze.
"You lowly commoner, open your eyes and see who I am!"
Xia Nan's expression immediately darkened.
Of all the words that can make him angry, "untouchables" would definitely be in the top three.
He was completely unafraid of the other party's imposing manner, and instead took a few steps forward. As expected, he was only 2 centimeters away from touching that soft mound.
But Xia Nan stopped and retorted in an annoyed tone:
"Who are you?"
"You are a dwarf with rotten teeth, a lame eagle."
"A tiger shedding its fur, a turtle hiding its head."
Xia Nan noticed that Sylvie's expression gradually changed from anger to terror, and her mouth slowly opened wide.
Is that enough? If not, there's more.
"you……!"
Sylvie was forced to retreat slowly by Xia Nan's retort until her back was against the wall before she stopped.
She was somewhat stunned by the scolding.
After all, in the 18 years since she was born, all the palace maids, servants, tutors, and even knights and classmates around her have bowed and scraped before her.
She was a genius who had mastered second-circle magic and the apple of Emperor Pasar's eye.
No one, never, ever dared to speak to her like that.
Her eyes gradually welled up with tears.
He had already been locked up for three days, and he couldn't use his magic.
The grievances in her heart, the fear of being imprisoned, the physical and mental exhaustion, coupled with being treated with vulgar language by a stranger at this moment.
I could no longer control my emotions.
"I order you to shut up!"
Sylvie raised her hand, about to slap him.
But Xia Nan grabbed his arm in mid-air and stopped him.
"Oh, trying to ambush me?"
"Gah!"
A strange, wailing sound came from outside, accompanied by the "crunching" sound of stone spears dragging on the ground.
Xia Nan's gaze darkened. He released his hand and retreated into the shadows, the armband in his pocket falling out with him.
"Knock knock knock—!"
Several goblins walked up to the prison gate, tapped the wooden bars with the ends of their stone spears, and cackled a few times, clearly warning the people inside to behave.
Then, with his cloudy eyes scanning the surroundings twice, confirming that the two human females were still in the corner, he spat out a mouthful of mucus, turned around, and staggered away.
The stone cell fell silent once more.
"So you're a paladin?"
Elena stepped out of the shadows and crouched down to pick up the fallen armband.
Xia Nan accepted the armband that was handed back and said with certainty:
"That's right."
Sylvie seemed to have found a way to vent her anger, so she let out a cold snort, crossed her arms, and turned her face away.
"If the Vatican finds out you dug a tunnel to sneak in, they will definitely punish you severely!"
Xia Nan ignored her and turned to Elena.
Why are you being held here?
Elena clasped her hands together and sighed deeply.
"My name is Elena, and she is my older sister, Silvisa. We are princesses of the Pasar Empire."
Bruce's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
"Your Highness... Princess?!"
Xia Nan's expression froze for a moment.
He rubbed his eyes, looked intently at Sylvie, whose face was covered in mud and whose expression was stubborn, and then at Elena, whose eyes were lowered.
Princess?
Xia Nan never expected that the princess he longed for would be imprisoned in a goblin's lair.
This is even more outrageous than Bruce finding a girlfriend.
Besides, I just belittled someone, so it's a bit awkward.
But then again, if the princess has this kind of personality, Xia Nan wouldn't be very interested.
Xia Nan's eyes darted around twice, then he spoke casually:
"So how did you get trapped here?"
Elena then briefly recounted what had happened three days prior.
After a long while, Xia Nan finally understood.
No wonder no one in the guild is taking orders.
It's not that the reward isn't enough, but that someone deliberately suppressed the news.
If the scandal of the princess being captured by goblins were to be exposed, the royal family would lose all face.
Therefore, the only option is to operate covertly, disguising the mission and assigning it to the most elite high-ranking squad.
But by a twist of fate, he signed the rescue mission.
Xia Nan suddenly felt like slapping himself.
I've suffered from my lack of education again!
But now is not the time to dwell on this. Knowing that the other side has a powerful mage, it would be unwise to linger any longer.
"Your Highness."
Xia Nan's tone became crisp and decisive.
"We have to leave immediately."
He pointed to the hole in the ground beneath his feet.
"This is the only path we can take now."
Sylvie turned her head and looked at the dark cave, feeling a strong sense of resistance.
Being captured by goblins was already embarrassing enough; if she crawled through a dog hole and others found out, how could she, as a princess, ever face anyone again?
"impossible!"
"I am a princess of the Pasar Empire; I would never even consider something so undignified!"
"You're right." Xia Nan nodded, turned and walked towards the cave. "Then you can stay."
Sylvie's expression froze.
Aren't you going to try to persuade them?
Who are these people?!
"Those goblins outside are no good." Xia Nan didn't turn around, his tone casual as if discussing what to have for dinner. "Besides, you're too weak to even kill a chicken right now."
"You were fine for the first three days, perhaps because that monk gave orders not to touch you."
"But can you guarantee how long these races, who think with their lower bodies, can tolerate this?"
Xia Nan paused, his expression gradually becoming playful.
"To be honest, with your looks, the fact that you've managed to remain a virgin in the goblin's lair until now is already a blessing from the gods."
Upon hearing this, Sylvie's face gradually paled.
In those blue eyes, arrogance and stubbornness were being swallowed up by an emotion called fear.
Thinking back to the goblins' slick, predatory gazes they'd received these past few days, as if assessing their prey.
She did not accept this outcome.
However, just as Xia Nan squatted down, braced his hands on the edge of the hole, and prepared to crawl in.
Suddenly, I felt someone gently tugging at the hem of my clothes.
He turned his head to the side.
Sylvie was looking down, her long, light pink hair hanging down and covering most of her face.
"Don't...leave me..."