Fairy’s Box

In the middle of the night, the prosperous Highland Palace still hadn't slept. Under the dark purple velvet night, the dazzling lanterns were embellished with dreamlike colors, and even the bright moon in the sky was eclipsed.

More than a dozen nobles of the Highland Royal Palace politely held their wine glasses and talked softly. Behind them, the wide floor-to-ceiling windows were like a picture scroll, reflecting the beautiful night view of the palace courtyard.

In the corner of the living room, a young girl is playing the organ. She has a beautiful face, red hair like a burning fire, and her long white dress is like a blooming lily.

Her expression was focused, her slender fingers jumped lightly on the keys, and the cheerful notes reverberated in the hall like flowing water.

The guest-host is the heir of the kingdom, Prince Kenneth. He is wearing a black dark blue dress, with short blond hair neatly combed behind his head, shining brightly under the light.

The goblet in his hand was filled with bright red liquid, his green eyes were like deep lake water, and his chin was slightly raised, showing an innate aristocratic atmosphere.

After the girl played the last note, the guests applauded, and a man raised his glass and said in cadence Celtic:

"What a wonderful music, Miss Sora."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Devin." The girl stood up gracefully and smiled at everyone.

"Cheers to His Royal Highness the Prince and his beautiful wife." The guests raised their glasses and paid tribute to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the center of the hall.

"..."

Kenneth calmly raised his glass and took a sip to his lips, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"His Royal Highness, it is said that you have become a legendary rune warrior. Is this true or false?" A guest asked cautiously, observing his expression.

"The rumors are so unreliable."

Below the prince's palace expressionlessly put down the cup, paused, and said arrogantly:

"But it's true."

Many guests were in an uproar in an instant, clinking glasses left and right with excited expressions, and each said in a passionate tone:

"His Royal Highness is indeed the first genius of the kingdom."

"His Royal Highness has such power and is destined to be the hero of the revival of my Great Celtic!"

"This Celtic continent is destined to be our Celtic territory!"

Although Kenneth did not respond, he silently enjoyed everyone's compliments. This has always been the case. Since his youth, he has been the center of attention. Any rune spell can be easily and quickly learned, stronger than anyone else.

No one has ever doubted the prince's talent, and there is no threat to him, so he does not need to be proud or arrogant, just enjoy the title of "genius" as a matter of course.

"If you can't even pull out the sword in the stone, how can you be called the hero of Celtic revival?"

A cold voice interrupted everyone's compliments. Under the embarrassed gaze of the guests, Princess Sola held up her skirt and walked towards Kenneth expressionlessly, just leaving a sentence:

"I'm tired and want to go back to rest early."

After speaking, without waiting for the prince's response, he turned his heels and walked quickly towards the gate of the palace. The slender figure quickly merged into the light.

"..."

Kenneth's face instantly turned ashen, and he heard a crisp "bang". The wine glass was crushed by his fingers, and the red wine splashed out, flowing like blood on his dress.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the guests quickly left a few words of apology and left the palace one after the other.

...

"Holy Sword...Holy Sword...Damn Holy Sword!"

The prince paced back and forth in the palace nervously, his original graceful and luxurious temperament was completely destroyed by the ferocious expression at this moment, and the storm-like power of the soul rippled on his body, like a beast that was about to come out of the cage.

"Magic Sword!"

Accompanied by this icy whisper, like a whisper from the depths of the netherworld, a thunder suddenly flashed in the air, Kenneth's expression instantly solidified, and he said again with certainty:

"Magic Sword!"

He slowly tidied up his clothes, and his expression returned to his former calm. He left the palace and walked quickly to the long corridor, followed the corridor to the end, and then turned to a dark basement entrance.

"Lemon and lemon juice (Kelish)."

The voice fell a little, and the thick metal door at the entrance slowly rose. The prince looked around, put his hands behind his back, and strode closer to his own Rune Workshop.

The oil lamp on the wall was emitting a small static flame, and because it was a special rune item, it would never go out until its mana was exhausted.

Kenneth trotted down the stairs and walked towards the bottom floor of the workshop.

At the end of the stairs, there was a heavy door covered with iron thorns. The prince stretched out his right hand as he walked quickly. The orange soul force directly pushed the door open, and a familiar smell of medicine immediately refreshed his nostrils.

The four walls are filled with lamp posts, dyeing the whole room a warm orange. There are several bookshelves in the small space, which are lined with thick books of various characters, and a large number of rudimentary Lu En props and pharmaceutical raw materials.

Because it is an important private workshop, the prince does not allow the servants of the palace to enter here. However, his housework level is completely opposite to his own strength, so that there are messy objects everywhere. Books, pen and paper, and props were thrown everywhere, and there were quite a few bizarre instruments, such as tools for drawing, and even sword hilts, carving knives, and wood in a row.

Walking to the third bookshelf, Kenneth took a deep breath, took out a heavy and dusty ancient book from the far right side of the top, held it in his hands with some difficulty, and walked to the nearest light.

This ancient book is oversized, more than two feet long, and its cover is entirely made of bronze. The title is marked with the blood of an unknown creature, and it glows with an ancient and deep luster under the light.

"In the legend... the forbidden magic book that records all known and unknown knowledge..."

The prince showed a cautious expression, and with a snap of his fingers, dozens of defensive rune props instantly floated up from the ground and quietly surrounded him.

After doing the careful defense work, he opened the first page of the ancient book, the snow-white paper was exposed in the air, and suddenly a small sound was heard.

With the sound of fine sound, countless thick and black lines suddenly appeared on the first page, like countless worms and earthworms, all gathered to a point in the center of the paper and squeezed into the shape of a mouth.

"My esteemed new master, your faithful servant will fulfill all your wishes." A docile and old voice came from the ancient book.

"I want a sword that matches the Sword in the Stone!" Kenneth said impatiently.