Euphemia smiled like she was remembering something nostalgic.

"Well, first all of all, the prince isn't my type. I'm not into blonde haired princes. I'm more into dashing black-haired villains," Euphemia said.

Miyu laughed.

"Secondly, I felt sad for Lucien when I read his story in the webnovel. I just had this feeling that he wouldn't kill his own mother and I didn't want to stay with the prince. The Saintess in the webnovel died in the story even though she was with the prince, so why should I choose him? He must not have protected her enough. I didn't want to have the same fate as the Saintess in the story so I chose a different route. I went with the villain and he isn't really a villain. He's the kindest person I've ever met," Euphemia said.

"Wait . . . You read about him from a webnovel? I think I'm missing something here," Miyu said, confused.

"Are you saying you haven't read Taming the Saintess?" Euphemia asked.

"No. I've never even heard of that," Miyu said.

"You got reincarnated here but you weren't even a reader?!" Euphemia exclaimed.

"What? I don't understand. What are you talking about?" Miyu asked.

"I read about this world before coming here from a webnovel. It was called Taming the Saintess and the characters' names are similar with the people here," Euphemia said.

"Really? So, it's like you read the cheat sheet already. So, who's Glenn? Is he really just a royal advisor?" Miyu asked curiously.

Euphemia sighed. "It wasn't really reliable. In the webnovel, Lucien was the villain in the story and the prince was the main lead. But everything is in reverse here. Lucien isn't a villain. He didn't kill his mother. It was the queen who did that. The prince is an as*hole who held me captive in the palace and he was even forcing me to marry him," Euphemia said.

"He what?!" Miyu exclaimed.

"Oh. I should have warned you. The prince and his mother are insane. Never ever sign something here in Aderlan. They might try to enslave you and you'll be married off to that pri*k of a prince," Euphemia said.

"Insane? Enslave?! Wait, they're evil?!" Miyu was shocked.

Euphemia nodded. "The queen has the power to enslave someone with something you have signed your name with. I'm not sure if it's the paper or if she does something evil with your signature but be careful. I actually want to advise you to get out of the palace as soon as you can but it's your decision. I can't stop you if you like living in the palace," Euphemia said.

"I . . . see. I'll take your words into account. Thank you for telling me," Miyu said feeling overwhelmed.

Euphemia smiled warmly then remembered something and her smile vanished.

"Has the Queen forced you into healing someone?" Euphemia asked.

Glenn tried to do that but she couldn't heal him and it was fortunate that Glenn could heal himself.

"No, the Queen didn't try to force me to heal anyone. Why?" Miyu asked.

"She did that to me and well . . . when I heal someone, the pain transfers to me. You haven't tried it yet, have you?" Euphemia asked.

"I . . . did. Glenn injured himse- ahem. I mean, Glenn was injured but it didn't work. I'm not sure if I'm even a Saintess at all. I don't have healing powers like you do. I might just be a normal person," Miyu said.

Euphemia cocked her head sideways.

"I doubt that you don't have any powers. It must be something different then. I advise for you not to tell anyone else of that. You might be in grave danger. Who else knows?" Euphemia asked.

"Just Glenn. He's the only one who knows I can't heal," Miyu said.

"Is he trustworthy?" Euphemia asked.

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Meanwhile, in a coffee shop just across the street from where the two ladies were conversing . . .

"You look worried, boy. I'm not going to bite," Glenn said, smirking in amusement.

Lucien narrowed his eyes at him.

A flicker of gold.

A warning?

Or perhaps a brewing temper that he wasn't able to control for a second.

Curious eyes were upon them. From female onlookers walking by the window and waitresses who had the rare moment to sight two handsome men together in the same table.

Despite Lucien's intimidating aura and his usual black attire, one could see his obvious handsomeness. His silky black hair, his ivory skin, his perfectly sculpted jawline, those broad shoulders, and that intense stare with his emerald green eyes. He was like a dangerous black cat that was out in display. Out in the wild.

The other gentleman was also handsome in his own way with none of the scary aura that Lucien had. He had an easy air about him. It was like strolling in the middle of the woods and admiring the beauty while in it. He had long green hair that reached his waist, he had light green eyes, and a smile on his lips that always seemed to be amused on something.

"So, who are you?" Lucien asked.

"You forget easily. I've introduced myself to you. My name is Glenn Jade," Glenn said, obviously enjoying teasing the very serious Duke.

"No, not your name. Who are you? Why are you with the new Saintess? Are you using her? No. Don't tell me. I don't really care about that. I want to know if you're a threat to Euphemia," Lucien said.

For some reason, he didn't mention her nickname. He felt that he didn't want this man to hear the nickname he calls her with.

Glenn looked like he was about to laugh but he only grinned wider.

"Of course, you only care about your Saintess. You have no care for the throne, for your reputation, or anyone else for the matter. All you care about is your lady. Am I right?" Glenn asked.

Lucien was starting to lose his patience.

"How do you know about the throne? I presume that hareful prince and that mother of hers didn't tell you about that. They won't breathe a soul about this if that would make them stay longer in that accursed palace of theirs. So, tell me. Who the hell are you?" Lucien asked.

Glenn shrugged. "Will you not even take a guess? Where's the fun in that?"

Lucien gritted his teeth.

"Are you a threat?" Lucien asked.

Glenn tilted his head to the side.

"It depends. You really should phrase your questions more specifically, boy," Glenn said.

"Fine. Are you a threat to Euphemia?" Lucien asked.

"No. I have no interest in her. If I had, I would have appeared in front of her the very first day she appeared in that temple," Glenn said.

"Then why the interest on the new Saintess?" Lucien asked.

Glenn raised an eyebrow.

"I can't give away all my secrets to you when we're not even friends, boy," Glenn said.

"The way you talk . . . No, the way you call me you sound like . . ." Lucien trailed off.

Glenn snickered then he looked outside the window.

"The ladies are going outside. They must have finished talking," Glenn said, getting up.

"Hold on. You haven't answered my questions," Lucien said.

"I told you that I'm not a threat to your Saintess. That's enough, isn't it? I don't think it will benefit either of us if I tell you my secrets so no, I won't tell you," Glenn said.

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"Lady Euphemia, I trust that you have treated Miyu well," Glenn said, smiling and putting his arm around Miyu's shoulder.

Miyu chuckled in amusement.

"It was actually Miyu who treated me well. She bought all of the cakes in the store. She said she got that idea from you," Euphemia said.

Miyu's eyes widened in shock then turned to Glenn.

"I'm sorry. I didn't kno-"

"Good job! That's the right way to spend money. No need to worry. I hope you left some cake for me too," Glenn said, ruffling Miyu's hair.

Miyu nodded.

"They're going to have all the cakes delivered. I reserved some cakes for you. We can eat it in my room," Miyu said.

"Good girl," Glenn grinned.

Euphemia couldn't help but smile at the two of them. They looked so cute together.

"We shall be off then," Lucien said, holding Euphemia's hand.

"It was so nice to meet you. Let's hang out again next time, okay? Oh, wait. What should I call you? Do you prefer Lady Euphemia?" Miyu asked.

"Mia is fine," Euphemia said.

Miyu was the only one she had a connection with from her old world in Aderlan anyway.

"Thank you so much for the role. I'm so excited for the play!" Miyu said.

"I'll reach you again when I have the new script," Euphemia said.

They said their goodbyes and went on their separate ways.

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While walking back to the palace . . .

"So, what did you think of the other Saintess?" Glenn asked.

"Hmm . . . She's prim and proper," Miyu said with her finger under her chin in a thinking manner.

"Heh . . . unlike you, huh?" Glenn asked with a grin.

STOMP!

"Ouch!"

"I'm prim and proper too," Miyu said.

"Right . . . " Glenn said with an unconvinced face while he casted healing magic on his foot.

"She told me some things about the prince and the queen," Miyu said.