Chapter 101: You Are Sick

When Sun Fei withdrew from the World of Diablo, the sun had already begun to tilt westward. However, the sunlight still felt warm, and golden rays filtered through the leaves of the Incense Tree, casting mottled patterns on the ground. The air remained filled with a sweet, thick aroma.

He sat up from the stone chair and looked around sleepily. He noticed that the Princess, who had always been sitting there pretending to rest, was now eating her dinner. On the stone table were golden-colored roasted meat, over a dozen slices of gray rye bread, and a golden cup containing steaming oatmeal soup that gave off a rich, grainy fragrance.

The Princess’s dinner was very ordinary.

There were still no guards around her. The female Warrior Susan, who had brought Sun Fei to the small courtyard, had not appeared again. The blond Knight Commander Roman Pavlyuchenko, whose smiling baby face had left a deep impression on Sun Fei, had never shown up at all. Sun Fei had no idea what the two of them were doing.

However, the over twenty sharp, hidden presences in the courtyard were still there, closely protecting the Princess. Yet Sun Fei could tell that half of these presences felt distinctly different from before; it was clear the guards had changed shifts.

“Uh… was I asleep just now?”

This was the first thing Sun Fei said.

He wiped the shiny drool that had unknowingly trickled from the corner of his mouth while he slept, showing no trace of embarrassment. His grinning expression was as if he were asking an old friend. As he spoke, Sun Fei stood up and stretched, then unceremoniously sat down on another stone chair opposite the Princess, leaning in to sniff the aroma of the roasted meat…

“Hmm… it smells pretty good. Let me taste it!”

The moment he skillfully picked up the knife and fork beside the silver plate to cut a piece of the golden, honey-glazed roasted meat, Sun Fei could clearly feel the over twenty hidden presences grow intense, as if twenty siege crossbows were aimed at his back, ready to fire… Then, Sun Fei saw the Crown Princess wave her delicate hand as if shooing away a fly. Immediately after, the hidden guards silently withdrew their presences.

“Hey, this dinner wasn’t prepared for you.”

This was the first time the Crown Princess of the Empire, who had deep blue eyes as beautiful as the ocean’s depths, spoke to Sun Fei in his presence. Her voice was somewhat hoarse, but it gave off a very tranquil feeling—so tranquil that it felt a bit cold and distant.

Sun Fei could clearly sense that this coldness came from a deep, bone-deep indifference, without the slightest pretense. It seemed this pale, frail young woman was used to speaking to everyone in this manner.

“You’re a Princess; you don’t have to worry about food or clothing. Why be so stingy?”

In response to the Princess’s reproach, Sun Fei merely grinned and paid no mind. The knife in his hand gleamed with a golden sheen under the sunlight. With a gentle slice, another piece of golden roasted meat dripping with honey glaze was cut onto his plate.

The Royal Coronation Mission had brought their own chef, whose skills were clearly far superior to those of the Shampoo City royal kitchen. Sun Fei ate with great relish, and in the end, he heartily devoured the food without any reservation. He unapologetically grabbed the golden cup of thick oatmeal soup nearby, raised it, and took a satisfying sip.

“You…”

A rare trace of emotion flickered in the Princess’s tone. Her sapphire-like eyes glanced at the golden cup Sun Fei had drunk from, which still had some soup stains and a clear lip print on it. Suddenly, she reached out and swept the cup, along with the remaining soup, onto the ground. Then she glared challengingly at Sun Fei.

This scene nearly made the hidden guards in the surroundings bite their tongues in shock. A few of them almost revealed their positions. It was utterly unbelievable. They were all longtime guards of Princess Tanasha, and they had never seen Her Highness—whom the Nobles of St. Petersburg privately called the “Ice Asura”—display such a childlike expression before.

Unfortunately, Sun Fei, who was at the center of it all, knew nothing of this.

He continued to shovel the honey-glazed roasted meat from the plate on the table onto his own plate, not even sparing a glance at the spilled oatmeal soup on the ground. Chewing the meat vigorously with his mouth full, his eyes held a faint, teasing smile, as if saying: Anyway, I already drank some. So what if it’s spilled?

The Crown Princess was taken aback.

Then, she did something else that almost made the hidden guards bite their tongues—she began to compete with Sun Fei for the roasted meat.

The two began a ‘war.’

Their knives occasionally clinked together with soft, delicate sounds. The Princess’s body was somewhat frail, and her strength was very weak. It was evident that she truly had no martial skills at all; she was just a delicate, ordinary person—no, to be more precise, her physical condition seemed even worse than that of an ordinary person, almost as if she were sickly.

The outcome of the ‘war’ was naturally Sun Fei’s victory.

He successfully claimed about three-quarters of a roasted suckling pig’s front leg onto his plate, while Princess Tanasha had only about one-eighth in her plate. The remaining one-eighth had been eaten by Sun Fei earlier.

After that, neither of them spoke. They glared at each other and began a contest of eating meat.

This time, the Princess won. Although Sun Fei ate quickly, he had taken a larger portion. After the Princess finished her share, she stared for a moment, then suddenly reached out with her knife to plunder meat from Sun Fei’s plate. Clink, clink, clink, clink—another series of soft clashes between knives rang out, sounding quite pleasant.

Meanwhile, the hidden guards were long past the point of mental blankness.

They could hardly believe what their eyes were seeing—the aloof, icy “Ice Asura” had completely vanished. In her place was a childlike girl. Who would have thought that Her Highness would ‘play’ so happily with a lowly Little King of a small country? Was this still the Empire’s ‘Female Literary Sage,’ who was as wise as the ocean, meticulous in thought, whose words could save millions, whose will could overthrow imperial clans, whose speech could repel Moon-level Experts, and whose strategies could resolve the Empire’s crises?

Sun Fei, however, remained completely unaware of all this.

He just thought this Princess was quite fun.

After eating his fill, Sun Fei looked the young woman up and down, his expression gradually turning serious. He stared directly at the Princess’s face for a long moment before finally asking in a puzzled tone, “You are sick?”

This sounded exactly like an insult.

Sure enough, the Princess’s eyebrows rose, and a flash of murderous intent appeared at the corners of her eyes.

In that instant, Sun Fei suddenly had an illusion—the woman sitting before him seemed to have transformed into a different person. No longer the light-hearted woman who had been mischievously playing with him like an old friend, she now seemed like a formidable, ice-cold female overlord who could command life and death for millions with a single thought, fierce and ruthless without needing to show anger.

“Your Majesty Alexander, I ordered Susan to summon you here to ask how the preparations for the coronation ceremony three days from now are going in your Shampoo City?” The Princess’s voice returned to its previous coldness, and she looked at Sun Fei as if he were a stranger, revealing the dignity of an Empire’s Princess.

Hearing this, Sun Fei chuckled, stood up from the stone chair, and lazily stretched.

“The preparations for the coronation ceremony… hmm, they’ve been ongoing. But I’m not too clear on the details. I’ll have the Herald Best, who is in charge of the specific arrangements, come and report to you later, Princess. Hehe, since you two are old acquaintances anyway.”

Sun Fei had a typical personality—yielding to softness but not to hardness. Seeing the Princess start to put on airs, he knew the fun was over. To be honest, he didn’t hold the Zenit Empire in particularly high regard. After giving a lazy reply, he turned to leave.

“Insolent!”

“Audacious!”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—four soft sounds of clothing cutting through the air echoed as four guards in purple leather armor rushed out from the sides, blocking Sun Fei’s path. These four were similar in height and build, all wearing standardized purple light armor. The swords at their waists were half-drawn from their scabbards, reflecting a cold glint. Their powerful energies radiated from them; each had at least the strength of a two-star peak level.

“Ignorant Barbarian, kneel at once and beg for Her Highness’s forgiveness!” the guards shouted, their eyes icy as they stared at this reckless Little King, as if they were ready to draw their swords and strike him down without mercy at the slightest provocation.

“Haha, you alone can’t stop me.”

Sun Fei lazily raised an eyebrow, and an even more immense presence instantly radiated from his body. An invisible pressure, heavy as a mountain, suddenly weighed down on the four purple-clad guards, making it impossible for them to even draw their swords, let alone move or speak without difficulty. Even the other dozen or so hidden guards were firmly locked by a sharp, threatening energy. The slightest movement would invite a thunderous strike, and they didn’t dare even breathe loudly.

“Enough… let him go!”

The Crown Princess, who had been silently watching all this, suddenly waved her hand wearily and dismissed her guards.

At the same time, Sun Fei smiled and withdrew his energy.

The four purple-clad guards immediately felt the air ease, the pressure on them vanishing abruptly. They exchanged horrified glances, never having imagined that this Little King, whom they had regarded as lowly and insignificant, possessed such terrifying strength. If a real fight broke out, even if all their hidden comrades in the courtyard joined in, they likely wouldn’t be a match for this Little King—unless that person made a move… The four bowed to the Princess, then their figures flickered and disappeared from the small courtyard.

Sun Fei strode outward.

After a few steps, he seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped. He raised his hand and tossed a small purple bottle onto the grass in front of Crown Princess Tanasha, then turned and left without looking back.

“I’m telling you, proud Princess, you really are very sick. It looks like you won’t last much longer. Since you shared dinner with me today, try this potion. It might just help that messed-up body of yours a little.”

This was the last thing Sun Fei said.