“Ahem.
This should do it.”
With her right hand covering her lips, Fia pretended to cough as she checked herself in the mirror.
She had successfully overcome her first challenge as an elf princess—putting on the elf princess’s attire properly.
Wearing the ceremonial dress wasn’t much of an issue for Fia.
Although putting on the white knee-high socks was a bit embarrassing—the high-quality fabric clung tightly to her slender legs, making her feel a bit strange—it was still manageable.
The only thing that truly embarrassed Fia was wearing the undergarments.
Of course, the undergarments here didn’t refer to cute little panties, as those were easy to put on by just stepping into them.
What embarrassed Fia was the corset.
Firstly, during the process of putting it on, the corset inevitably came into contact with her chest.
The silky texture felt comfortable yet embarrassingly intimate.
Secondly, Fia found she couldn’t fasten the back of the corset.
It wasn’t because her arms were too short, but rather due to the impractical design.
Fia needed to reach behind her with both hands to tie a knot with the two silk ribbons at the back of the corset.
Without shoulder straps, if the knot wasn’t tied well or the tension wasn’t right, the corset would slip down uncontrollably, especially when moving around.
It was an anti-elf design.
In comparison, when she first arrived in this other world, the elf princess used a chest wrap instead of a corset, which was a brilliant choice.
If it were up to her, she would choose the chest wrap too.
Even though it was a bit troublesome to wrap the fabric around her chest, it was better than having the corset suddenly slip down while walking.
In the end, Fia decided to simply discard the corset.
It wasn’t something a beginner could wear, so it was better to just get rid of it altogether.
When she had the chance, she would personally design a corset with shoulder straps and a back clasp, so it could be easily worn with just a simple click.
Lifting the sides of her skirt with both hands, Fia looked left and right, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
“Yep, this is okay.”
All that was left was for Anastasia to use magical dye to turn her black hair white and then tie up her long hair.
Although she wanted to do it herself, braiding hair was as difficult as wearing a corset for a novice like Fia.
With everything ready, Fia glanced around the room.
“Alright, let’s go find Anastasia.”
The elf princess looked cute with her hair down, and she might even receive compliments from the maids in the hallway.
Even if it was a bit shameless, being praised was always nice.
Feeling cheerful, Fia opened the door, as if she could already see a bright future waiting for her.
Then—BOOM! Accompanied by a deafening sound that seemed to pierce her eardrums, the entire mansion shook.
Dust fell from the ceiling, and vases and teacups on the shelves crashed to the ground.
Cries of distress from the maids echoed from downstairs.
What happened?
Startled, Fia immediately rushed to the corridor window to check the source of the explosion downstairs.
Her view was filled with dust from the explosion, debris everywhere, and panicked servants fleeing.
She didn’t see Anastasia or the others.
It felt like missing a step on the stairs, and Fia’s heart skipped a beat.
But before Fia could go find Anastasia, more voices came from the courtyard below.
“Everyone stop! Get down on the ground!”
With the voice came soldiers in silver armor appearing at the mansion’s entrance.
They quickly occupied both sides of the courtyard and the exits, their swords uniformly pointed at the first-floor entrance.
Without a doubt, if any fleeing servant dared to step forward, they would strike.
Is this… the Milcandis Holy Nation’s knights?
Fia frowned.
These knights were dressed exactly like the soldiers she encountered when she first arrived in this world.
Damn.
The hideout’s been discovered.
Fia cursed inwardly.
She needed to find Anastasia and the others and leave the city together.
However, just as this thought crossed Fia’s mind, a faint sense of danger came from her side.
Almost instinctively, Fia looked in the direction of the threat.
She saw several objects reflecting a silvery sheen.
Arrows?
The moment her brain made the judgment, Fia’s body reacted.
She immediately moved away from the window, crouching down to use the wall as cover, avoiding the incoming arrows.
In less than a second, a powerful force hit Fia from behind.
The sound of the wall collapsing and flying debris struck her, forcing her to lunge forward a short distance.
The elf princess’s body was too light.
“Ugh.”
Spitting out the grit that flew into her mouth, Fia turned around, her ruby-like eyes widening slightly.
The spot where she had been standing, especially where her head had been, now had a person-sized hole.
This wasn’t an arrow; it was a cannonball.
Are people in this world using crossbows as RPGs?
Unable to help but shout internally, Fia pressed herself against the inner side of the corridor, slightly rising.
Due to the explosion, the black ceremonial dress she had painstakingly put on was covered in dust, the hem torn by flying debris, and the high-quality white knee-high socks were now a dusty gray.
Without a doubt, if she hadn’t dodged in time, her body would probably have a hole like the wall.
Damn it.
Anger brewed in her mind as Fia’s gaze searched for the enemy through the hole in the wall.
She could see a group of people with crossbows standing in a line by a window in a house to the lower right of her view, preparing for the next round of shooting.
“If you won’t be reasonable, then I won’t be polite.”
In the era Fia lived in, wars over energy were constant, with killing and being killed happening every moment.
So Fia didn’t have the mindset of someone from a peaceful era who would be maximally tolerant of the other side.
Since they brought out RPGs, not retaliating with a neutron stream would be a disservice to the beating she took.
Of course, the premise was not to harm innocents.
In the blink of an eye, she calculated the distance between them—about two hundred yards.
At this distance, she didn’t need much focus to directly detonate a firestorm at their feet.
However, considering they were hiding in a residential area, a direct explosion might harm any nearby residents, so Fia decided to use a slightly more complex strategy.
Her brain further calculated the trajectory of the fireballs and the possible escape routes of the enemies.
In less than half a second, a total of thirty fireballs appeared above Fia’s head.
Each of these floating fireballs was the size of a barrel, and with Fia’s attack thought, the blazing fireballs flew out along different trajectories, all crashing toward the enemies two hundred yards away.
If this were a game, Fia’s retinas would surely display countless jumping coordinates and swaying selection boxes, but Fia didn’t need them to accurately hit the enemies.
The fireballs were faster than arrows.
By the time the soldiers with crossbows reacted, the rapidly enlarging fireballs had already reached them.
