While Russell was speaking, a girl walked in through the door at some point.
She was still wearing a white dress, which reached her ankles and was decorated with lace trim. A white bow was tied at the chest.
The girl had delicate features and snow-white skin. Her dazzling golden hair swayed slightly with her unhurried steps, and her clear and beautiful blue eyes swept over everyone present, eventually stopping on Roa.
Russell had not finished speaking, and the field was still deathly silent, but Iris's appearance naturally attracted everyone's attention.
The silence did not last long. Some gossipy adventurers exchanged glances and began to talk in low voices.
"Is that Princess Iris?"
"So, so cute!"
"Cute? She is a descendant of the hero, the one who pulled out the Holy Sword. Be careful."
"It's my first time seeing her. Why would Princess Iris come here?"
"Is it your first time seeing Princess Iris? I saw Princess Iris on the battlefield before."
"Shh, Russell noticed us."
Russell, standing at the top, coldly swept over the people below, and everyone subconsciously closed their mouths.
When Russell moved his gaze away, they whispered to each other again, typically the above was talking, and the below was doing their own thing.
Russell sighed, feeling very helpless with these adventurers.
People who are used to freedom are like this, unable to be restrained.
He stopped speaking and walked to Iris, bowing and saying, "Vice Commander of the Knights, Russell greets Your Highness."
"Yes."
Iris nodded lightly, her demeanor elegant, but Russell noticed that Iris was a little absent-minded.
Iris's arrival did surprise Russell a little, and not only Russell was surprised, but even Claire in the team was very surprised.
Iris had a faint smile on her lips and said to everyone present in a childish and crisp voice: "Everyone, do what you're doing, don't mind me."
She only paused her gaze on Roa for a moment.
The two looked at each other, Iris blinked, and under Roa's slightly speechless gaze, the girl stuck out her tongue, then came to the stage, and the servant next to her quickly moved a long chair over. Iris sat on the chair, her eyes sweeping over Roa and the adventurers below.
Claire stood in the crowd, saw Iris's gaze, and felt a little helpless.
She had already guessed why Iris had appeared here.
If there were no accidents, it should be because of Roa.
Iris's sitting posture was very elegant. Although she was petite and not very old, and her temperament was not very domineering, it must be said that Iris's etiquette was indeed very good.
Russell was now talking about the country's situation, what adventurers should pay attention to when participating in the task of protecting the Royal capital. Russell talked a lot, in great detail, listing all the possible situations.
However, Russell was kind, but many adventurers were just listening with one ear and letting it out the other, with an expression of being out of their minds.
Iris yawned lazily, and at this time the girl's gaze had stopped on Roa.
The young man was still the same young man, without any change, but compared to the previous few meetings, there was no faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and although his temperament was still gentle, it also gave people a sense of sharpness.
Iris looked at the young man's face, and for some reason, she remembered the feeling of leaning on the young man yesterday, and the warm touch still made Iris feel a little dazed.
Iris subconsciously touched the hair on her temples, and the touch of that white hand stroking the top of her head made Iris feel a little dazed.
It was strange to say, but was her behavior a little too rash for a stranger she had just met?
But being with him gave Iris a very relaxed feeling.
That feeling was very comfortable, as if as long as he was in front of her, he would always stand behind her.
Iris thought a lot, recalling the young man's sitting posture last night.
The young man leaned lazily on the chair, with a faint smile on his face, telling stories of the past.
For some reason, she thought the young man's lazy appearance was also very handsome.
Iris fell into thought. After thinking for a moment, she learned Roa's sitting posture, sat back, and then leaned her upper body against the chair.
However, the effect was not very good. Iris was short, and doing so would only give others a somewhat comical and cute feeling.
Iris's actions startled the servant next to her. The maid came to Iris's side, helped Iris up, and whispered, "Your Highness, be careful not to fall."
Iris sighed and returned to her original posture from her previous sitting posture.
This was Iris's first rebellion, not doing what the court teacher who taught etiquette had taught her. That woman, who was already fifty or sixty years old, had a kind face, but her words were always a little strict, and she always liked to ask and restrain Iris in this way.
All along, Iris had been as obedient to what the other party said as a puppet.
Not only this teacher, but Iris learned a lot of things, including but not limited to various etiquette, and the rules of the Royal family were undoubtedly very complicated.
The cumbersome etiquette restricted the nobles rather little, and the red tape was more aimed at the members of the Royal family.
Especially Iris, who had a heavy responsibility.
Iris used to think it didn't matter. Etiquette, piano, or painting, although she wasn't very interested, she couldn't say she was repulsed. Most of the time, even if she received strict planning, what could she do if Iris's world had a lot of time left?
In the end, she would just stare blankly at the empty palace.
The magnificent world was just an empty shell, and Iris wasn't as comfortable as others thought.
Those fortunes that ordinary people might need to work hard for a lifetime to obtain were right in front of her.
The foundation of the Royal capital was beyond what others could imagine.
But what was the use of those?
Iris would only feel bored.
But now it was different, everything had changed.
When everyone was telling her what to do, Roa came to Iris's side and seemed to see through the girl's thoughts with just one glance, telling Iris to do what she wanted to do.
It was also at this moment that the gears of fate began to turn.
Iris usually liked to read some picture books, and the stories in the picture books were very interesting.
Iris especially loved the stories from those adventurers.
They were brave in exploring, dared to face the difficulties in front of them, and the journey was not necessarily smooth, but those clever guys would find ways to overcome the difficulties in front of them.