Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

Chapter 163 Father

This is all thanks to Babbitt.

In order to confuse her identity as a princess and confirm her identity as his wife, Babbitt attributed almost all the things she did in Huguzhi City to "Anasta".

None of this matters.

Sometimes the truth isn't that important.

What matters is what people want to believe.

Besides, Babbitt's previous actions just helped him a lot.

Cecilia was now walking side by side with Gallup, and Gallup could see Cecilia's expression clearly.

"Really? Hearing what you said, I really want to meet this Duchess you mentioned."

Cecilia smiled.

Then you may never see him in this lifetime.

"I went to the South. How did you feel about the South?"

Cecilia told the truth.

No one spoke well of Babbitt, nor did he conceal anything for Babbitt.

When it comes to national politics, Gallup's aura is completely different from when he's with Cecilia.

"Is that so?"

Cecilia nodded and told Gallup all of Babbitt's promises and plans.

Gallup didn't comment on what he said. After a long while, he said, "It seems that you have a pretty good relationship with Duke Babbitt. It's surprising that he opened up to you in such a short time."

Cecilia knew that Gallup did not believe Babbitt's words.

No wonder.

I actually don't really believe that Babbitt can do what he says.

As to whether he really thought so, Cecilia had no way of knowing.

The two finally arrived at the so-called forbidden area.

Gallup walked in with a normal expression.

Cecilia followed.

As Gallup put his hand on the door, Cecelia heard him say, "This is the first time I've come here with you."

Half of Cecilia's body felt numb.

Did Gallup discover something?

Was it because I had been too arrogant recently that I aroused the other party's suspicion?

Gallup went in first, followed closely by Cecilia.

She didn't know if it was because no one had been here for a long time, but compared to the last time she came here alone, this place felt noticeably dirtier.

Gallup led the way, introducing the palace to her.

What did your mother do here, what did your mother do there...

"See this? This is the mark left by you when you were a little over one year old and a servant wasn't taking good care of you and you accidentally knocked over a vase."

To be honest, Cecilia couldn't tell which mark on the wall was the mark Gallup mentioned.

Gallup was lost in his memories.

Cecilia believed that in Gallup's eyes, Elena was also in the room with them.

Although Gallup is not her biological father and Elena is not her biological mother, at this moment, she felt sad for Gallup and Elena from the bottom of her heart.

If Elena were alive, she might be the happiest girl in the world.

Gallup looked around and apologized, "I've been too busy lately, so I haven't come here to clean up."

Cecilia always felt that it was not the right thing to say to her.

It has some meaning of talking to oneself.

Gallup dusted the sofa and sat down without caring.

Cecilia followed and sat down.

"We talked so much on the way that I forgot to ask you, since you had such a good time, why didn't you stay out for a while longer?"

Cecilia complained in her heart, how long have you been looking for me by placing an ad in the newspaper?

If I don't come back, rumors of my death might spread.

I have to say, to some extent, Cecilia was telling the truth.

"I did plan to go to Clifton Harbor again, but after thinking about it, I decided to come back first."

Cecilia paused, "You keep asking about the south, but you know exactly where I came back from."

Gallup looked at Cecelia.

"I don't know how detailed the news you received about the battle in the Wakadi Mountains is, but I met quite a few refugees and fleeing people along the way."

"You came back for them?"

Cecilia nodded, then shook her head, "Yes and no, I came back for you."

Gallup stared at Cecilia.

"I know that you allowed the prophecy in the Rose Daily to be published, and you probably gave it your permission. Now people are saying that you are a disaster star and a tyrant."

Cecilia glanced at Elena's portrait not far away, "I know you are not, but you are indeed panicking. It may be because of me, or it may not be. I came back just to confirm your thoughts."

Gallup repeated, "My thoughts?"

Cecilia nodded. "Yes, your opinion on this war and the prophecy, and..."

“My views and ideas have changed dramatically in a short period of time.”

Gallup looked at Cecilia. In his eyes, Cecilia's face changed little by little from infancy to childhood to adolescence, and then slowly returned to its current appearance.

He couldn't quite understand his daughter.

"I hope the kingdom can win this war, and I also hope the demons get out of our territory."

Cecilia said nothing, waiting for Gallup's next words.

"As for that prophecy, I didn't believe it at first. If you hadn't actively participated, I might have just laughed it off as a joke."

Cecilia recalled that she had intentionally or unintentionally reminded people of the importance of magicians, which led to the Magicians' Conference.

"But now, I am somewhat shaken by the prophecy. If humans cannot withstand the war, the continent may really be destroyed by the demons."

The demons are warlike.

During the four hundred years of peace between them and humans, wars of varying sizes continued to break out among themselves.

It's nothing more than plundering for territory and resources.

If humans can't hold on, giants, dwarves, and orcs will basically not survive within the human kingdom.

By then, only the mermaids and elves will remain on the entire continent.

The mermaids might be able to escape the disaster by living in the water.

The elves may not be able to escape this disaster.

What followed was an endless war among the demons.

Such a continent of Siwest is a future that Cecilia dare not imagine.

That is not the future at all.

"As for you, my child, your growth really scares me. I don't know what you have been through in places I can't see to become what you are now."

"I don't know if you know something, which is why you are like this. If you are willing to tell me, as a father, I am happy to listen and help you solve the problems you are facing."

Gallup took Cecilia's hand and looked at the portrait of Elena not far away, then his gaze returned to Cecilia, "I am your father, and this will never change."