Chapter 420

Except for the different attire, Focalors had more divinity.

The two were almost carved from the same mold.

Even Clorinde, who already knew some of the inside story, couldn't help but sigh.

However, the next moment, Clorinde's face turned a bit dark.

"Hehe! I told you to come out yourself, but you had to make me use my invincible power!"

Furina looked at Focalors with some pride.

This could also be considered a small revenge on her, because of her, Furina had endured five hundred years of loneliness.

"Ms. Furina! A King is proud but not arrogant! Humble but not servile!"

"It seems your royal mindset course also needs to be put on the agenda."

Clorinde reminded Furina like an impartial etiquette officer.

The pride Furina had just shown disappeared without a trace.

Glaring at Clorinde angrily.

"Damn it! As a King, why do I have so many rules! And! Aren't you a guard officer! Why are you managing etiquette again!"

Clorinde remained calm.

"Until your etiquette and mindset are adjusted to the state a King should have, I will consciously serve as your etiquette officer."

Furina pointed at Clorinde angrily, and seeing that the latter was about to say something, she snorted and withdrew her hand.

"So... what is going on? Can someone tell me?"

Neuvillette rubbed his brow with a headache.

Furina smiled and said:

"Let's go, let's talk in the office."

After saying that, she took the lead and walked toward the office.

Clorinde nodded at Focalors and followed Furina closely.

Neuvillette looked at Focalors silently, and Focalors didn't say anything either; soon, the two walked toward the office together.

Returning to the office after a long time, Furina sat on the chair and crossed her legs casually.

"This won't do, Clorinde! My office doesn't look like a King's office at all; find a way to change it for me!"

"And at the Palais Mermonia, I want a dragon throne, no problem, right?"

Clorinde said calmly:

"As you wish, but Ms. Furina..."

"A King does not cross their legs; please pay attention to your etiquette."

Furina's face darkened, and she sat back up silently.

Clorinde nodded with satisfaction and stood behind Furina.

Furina looked at Neuvillette and Focalors opposite, coughed, and pretended to be dignified:

"Sit down, Lord Neuvillette, Lord Focalors."

"..."

Focalors sat down slowly, suppressing the urge to complain.

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as her own, four big words always floated in Focalors' mind.

Things are upside down.

If Furina didn't give her a satisfactory answer today, she wouldn't let the matter of being pulled out of the Oratrice go so easily.

Five hundred years of planning!

What should she do now?

Focalors thought about it and felt worried.

"So, first, Lord Focalors, tell Lord Neuvillette about our situation."

Clorinde sighed helplessly.

"Ms. Furina, your royal dignity is not something that starts with titles; there's no need to be so deliberate."

Furina snorted.

"If you're so good at it, why don't you be the King!"

"Ms. Furina, please don't say such things again; this is a sign of a King being irresponsible."

Clorinde retorted calmly again, and Furina held her little face in distress and stopped talking.

Focalors opposite, facing Neuvillette's confused gaze, sighed and slowly began to tell the plan of herself and Furina.

Clorinde knew some of these things, but not particularly clearly.

Now that Focalors explained it herself, she was also a bit shocked.

But then she felt more pity for Furina and became even more certain.

Someone who could lonely bear such a secret for five hundred years was absolutely the unquestionable King of Fontaine.

And Ms. Furina...

just needed some simple guidance.

Instantly, Clorinde felt full of energy.

She would personally guide Furina to become the one and only King of Fontaine!

But Neuvillette opposite was listening and doubting his life.

He thought Furina was unreliable, but he didn't expect that she wasn't the Hydro Archon at all.

So...

Was the whole Fontaine, the whole world, deceived by Focalors and Furina?

Neuvillette wanted to be angry, but facing Focalors and Furina, he couldn't bear to be angry.

For the sake of Fontaine, one had been determined to destroy herself five hundred years ago, and the other bore responsibilities that didn't belong to her, acting as a god with a human body.

He had been calculated, but what did that matter?

Over the years, Neuvillette had also fallen in love with Fontaine from the bottom of his heart.

If it was for Fontaine, he would gladly accept this kind of deception.

Just...

"Let's put aside the situation of Focalors and Ms. Furina for now, now..."

Neuvillette pursed his lips and looked at Furina with worry.

"Although I am not willing to accept such a sacrificial plan, but..."

"The prophecy crisis hasn't been solved, and the Primordial Sea is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress; without the original plan, how should we face the prophecy crisis?"

Speaking of this, Focalors also looked at Furina with rare anger.

Although only those present knew about this, strictly speaking, it could still be executed, continuing to deceive the Heavenly Principles.

But...

Neuvillette already knew the plan; would he continue to follow the original plan?

Don't look at him as cold, but Neuvillette wasn't heartless.

Furina snorted and said proudly:

"Isn't it just a mere prophecy crisis?"

"You two are the pillars of Fontaine; how can you sacrifice one person for a small prophecy crisis?"

"I swear to you, under the radiance of my light, Fontaine will never lose a single person because of this joke of a prophecy crisis!"

These words inexplicably gave Neuvillette and Focalors a strong sense of stability.

But...

after reacting, they felt it was even more unreliable.

Furina, why does she keep calling herself "this King"?

Focalors didn't understand; she had only been out for a few days, so how did she become the King of Fontaine?

Did she notify her about this?

Her Hydro Archon position hadn't shattered yet, right?

"Ms. Furina, now is not the time for jokes."

Neuvillette rubbed his brow with a headache.

"Let's talk about being a King later."