Arilla then told Olivia that they didn't need to go looking for First Prince Stefan and Second Prince Gideon if they wanted to deal with them.
Because these two would come looking for trouble with Mirabelle from time to time, they only needed to stay together for a while, and the two would likely show up on their own.
Hearing this, Olivia asked the magic mirror, wanting to know exactly where these two princes of the Kingdom of Morden were at that moment.
The answer she received caused Olivia's expression to turn quite strange.
According to the magic mirror's answer, the two princes were currently on the same street and were walking toward them.
It wouldn't be long before the two princes appeared before them.
This was essentially exactly what Arilla had said.
Olivia didn't say much either, simply draining her drink in one gulp.
Not long after, a group of people stood at the entrance of the tea shop, blocking much of the light shining in from outside and causing the room to dim slightly.
This situation caused the patrons inside the shop to instinctively glance toward the door.
Mirabelle's expression shifted instantly as she saw some familiar figures appear.
"Isn't this my dear sister, Mirabelle?"
A tall figure stepped into the shop, looking at Mirabelle with a smile.
The speaker looked quite scholarly, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but the faint, lingering smile on his lips always gave the impression that he was mocking something.
"It's been a long time. Sister, you've certainly grown even more beautiful. Your brother would like to introduce a marriage prospect to you. What do you think?"
Another person walked in; he was a bit shorter and slightly chubbier, but he bore a resemblance to the first speaker.
Obviously, the first speaker was Stefan, and this man was Gideon.
Seeing the two arrive, an expression of impatience instinctively crossed Mirabelle's face. She looked away, not wanting to give them a second glance.
"My dear sister, why so cold and heartless? I think Gideon makes a good point. You're not getting any younger; it's time you found a man to marry," Stefan said with a beaming smile.
Gideon stepped forward and said unhurriedly, "The person I've found is, of course, someone worthy of our royal status. It's Count Jacquet's only son from our kingdom. Do you still remember him? He's quite fond of you."
Mirabelle naturally had no recollection of him, nor did she want to.
She felt irritated; her two brothers were obviously not considering her marriage for her sake, but simply wanted to marry her off.
That way, she would naturally no longer be able to inherit the throne as the Queen of the Kingdom of Morden.
Of course, it wasn't that a Queen in the Kingdom of Morden couldn't marry, but rather that the other party would have to marry into the royal family as a consort.
But clearly, what these so-called brothers wanted was to marry her out, not to have someone join the family.
"Mirabelle, my dear sister, why aren't you speaking?" Stefan said, walking up with a smile.
While the two princes were focused on Mirabelle, Olivia's gaze fell on the people behind them.
When the two princes traveled, they naturally maintained a large entourage. Many followers were present, most of whom were currently standing outside the door.
Two others, however, had followed them inside. They carried themselves casually, sitting down at a nearby table and even ordering drinks, acting as if they were on equal footing with the two princes.
One of them even said with a laugh, "The two princes have certainly taken such pains for the Princess's response. Princess, why aren't you responding at all? That's not quite right."
The speaker was Leo Olson.
This fellow was tall with bulging muscles, a quite sturdy man. The transcendent path he followed was that of a Shield Guard.
Just as Leo finished speaking, Thomas Ferraro added, not wanting to be outdone, "Girls always have to marry when they grow up. Why stubbornly persist in your ways, Princess?"
Thomas was slender and elegantly dressed. He held several decks of cards, playing with them idly. The transcendent path he followed was that of a Card Master.
The four of them spoke one after another, their words tinged with a snide and sarcastic tone. Mirabelle's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
Seeing this, Olivia stood up, walked over to Mirabelle's side, and sat down.
This single action caused the gazes of all four men to fall upon Olivia, scrutinizing her.
Olivia's nun habit caused a subtle shift in their expressions.
"And who might this be?" First Prince Stefan asked, looking at Olivia.
"Olivia Melianne," Olivia stated her name, then asked, "Have you heard of me?"
Hearing this, Stefan and the others shook their heads; none of them had heard of Olivia.
It was clear that their information was not very up-to-date.
Olivia didn't mind. She said with a smile, "It's fine if you haven't heard of me. You just haven't heard of me yet. But in the future, you won't forget me."
"And why won't we forget you?" Stefan asked, amused.
"Because I'm about to give you a thorough beating," Olivia said very directly.
She had considered how to deal with these people, but after thinking it over, she felt that direct action was more convenient. After all, she wasn't particularly interested in trading insults.
Olivia's words left Stefan and the others stunned for a moment.
Stefan and Gideon instinctively retreated behind Leo and Thomas.
Although the two princes were transcendents themselves, even though they were much older than Mirabelle, their class ranks were no higher than hers. When it came to combat, they had to rely on others to step in.
Leo and Thomas narrowed their eyes at this.
"You want to give us a beating? Why is that? Is there a reason? Or are you trying to stand up for our Princess?" Leo asked unhurriedly.
Olivia spoke calmly with a smile on her face. "Actually, the reason isn't that complicated. I'm a lover of beauty who enjoys appreciating beautiful things. But every single one of you looks truly hideous. Just by appearing, you've offended my eyes with your ugliness. So, I've decided to give you a thorough beating. It's as simple as that. Is there a problem?"
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