Princess Altrelia
224: Altrelia: Strategy 3
Right, and the Author himself is my father, the King who is much adored because my father is still young, has the highest position in the kingdom, and I am his direct descendant, he said, even though my mother died first.
That way, Alvaron is the holder of this storyline, getting me on the fishing line to do this and that unconsciously.
"Haha... Why did I realize this all this time?" I said with a booming laugh in my own subconscious.
Although I am his only child, but that does not mean I will be given access to get what I want easily.
The man who was my father was playing me all the time.
I really hate it, because Alvaron is my father, he's the King of the Asgardian kingdom, the leader of the planet Clarttylos, and the Author of the novel I've entered.
It is so great that the man can master all fields, as Father, King, Author, and worse, he is also the maker of my senses.
And I became like this also because of that guy.
"Bch,... If I knew and realized it from the beginning, I couldn't possibly be this kind of hassle. Again don't trust that sweet mouth." I'm pissed off.
Self-deprecated at the fate I had to pass to end my role as my twin's successor, finally because of my own father.
"Are you angry with His Majesty the King?"
I glanced towards this one sword, a sword that could apparently speak? Then there's one thing I don't know anymore, it's definitely something this sword is hiding.
"Why? Is it a problem if I'm mad at that guy?" I was already irritated by all of these thoughts, and now this sword was adding to the weight of my mind because he could speak like a human.
"Not really, you have the right to be angry with His Majesty the King, and even everyone who is here, you can scold him at any time, and want to torture him will not be in trouble, either, because you're the one who intervened directly face to face with all the roles in this novel."
"Are you inciting me?" One of my eyebrows was raised, because apparently this sword could also speak so.
Although I also became annoyed because what this sword said always made sense.
"You can actually have the authority to do everything in this world yourself, because they are all novel characters created by Your Majesty for you, Princess."
I crossed my arms in front of my chest, snapped my fingers, a chair suddenly appeared behind me, and I immediately sat down.
"From what you just said, why does it sound as if my father is watching me? It was impossible, in terms of the story alone like this, to tire me out here and there with no real reward.
Even though I was making Chavire find the Mana-magic stone, since it's a novel world, where could I possibly take it out right?"
"What did you say? Elda can enter, why can't something in the novel world be taken out?"
I scrunched my eyes more and more because I heard the increasingly interesting story of the sword that was indeed easy to know, or was inciting me.
"You're right too. But-" I deliberately hung up my sentence, and caught the sword with my hands straight away. Even though I held the sword blade directly, I did not get any wounds on my palm at all.
That's why I was astonished, because apparently I was the one chosen to obtain the sword of Alstoria, whereas my father was, despite being able to use this sword, the one who was chosen to obtain the sword of Alstoria, but my father could only use half the power embedded in this sword.
While me? I can really use it easily, as well as the power you can use can be all.
In other words, I am a chosen person.
Only, then what makes this sword suddenly able to speak to me?
"Actually who are you? I feel like you're just as smart. So I thought you must have your real form." I said, making accusations based only on my instincts.
The sword was silent. So annoying.
It is ironic, because in the end I am here in this place precisely in this world, I am the one who is being made the object of experiment, again?
Yeah, again.
Because I was being arranged by Dad to do the things I had to do without me noticing all this time.
The story that got me thinking about doing this and the outcome of it.
Everything is predicted.
Alvaron, my father. My question is, who is he?
"Since you're not willing to answer at all, hurry back to where you are." I grumbled in an annoyed tone. I finally got nothing but my way to finish this novel I entered.
VUSH....
I removed my hand from Alstoria's sword. And the sword of Alstoria slowly turned into a thin mist that gradually disappeared, and instead, the sword that had disappeared from my hand, had now moved into my necklace.
A necklace as a sign of my status as the Princess of the kingdom of Asgardia.
I also returned alone.
But since my business isn't done yet, I'm still in my place. Tracing all my own memories, and connecting with each other so that I could find Alsteria first, or meet her enemy.
"Hahh~" I again sighed.
I feel better going straight to war than using my brain.
But for my purpose, I also stay focused and encourage myself even though it is tiring to pretend to be strong.
I'm not as strong as I seem, because everyone will have their own limits. That's what I'm going through.