“Your Highness, when did you meet this woman?” As soon as they reached the second floor, Anastasia immediately asked Fia this question.
At this moment, Fia was sitting on the bed in the room, while Anastasia stood sideways by the window, her gaze fixed on Claire, who was talking to the soldiers below.
Clearly, Anastasia didn’t fully trust Claire.
“Last night? I met Claire in the courtyard while she was treating the slaves, so we talked a bit.”
With her hands propped on the bed, Fia swung her legs while observing the room.
Although from the outside, Claire’s residence looked no different from the surrounding houses, the interior was quite distinct.
The walls were painted white with lime, and the furniture ranged from low cabinets to vases.
Ordinary homes usually wouldn’t have painted walls, and the beds would appear dirty and messy, but Claire’s home didn’t give off that impression at all.
However, from the arrangement of the room, it was clear that this wasn’t Claire’s bedroom but a guest room.
It was clean but lacked a lived-in feel.
“Just now, Claire called Anastasia ‘Anya.’ Have you spoken with Claire before?”
“Uh,” Anastasia’s breath hitched, then she frowned slightly, deep in thought.
“I did use the alias Anya when I first arrived in Aurora City, but I have no impression of this woman.
Your Highness, this woman is very dangerous.
After we evade these soldiers, we should relocate our base as soon as possible.”
“Dangerous?” Hearing something concerning, Fia blinked.
“What exactly do you feel?”
“Fear.
Just standing in front of her, I feel strained.
If it were someone with a weaker will, they would definitely run away without looking back.”
Even Anastasia feels afraid? No wonder last night, when I was staring at Claire, she suddenly came up to me and asked why I wasn’t scared.
This must be the “curse” Claire mentioned, Fia thought, lowering her head slightly.
The curse’s effect is probably “feeling fear just by seeing her” or “never being liked by anyone.”
Despite being a woman so beautiful that one wouldn’t dare to have impure thoughts, she bears such a curse.
Is this what they call a beauty’s misfortune? The elf princess too, only fourteen years old, was taken from the battlefield.
Wait, is the elf princess really only fourteen? Suddenly realizing the age issue, Fia was taken aback.
Elves are always depicted as long-lived in any work.
Although the elf princess looks like a fourteen-year-old girl, her actual age is likely much older.
Could it be that this body has already entered puberty? Fia couldn’t help but swallow.
Although she could rely on Anastasia now, this matter was quite delicate in many ways.
How should she ask Anastasia? If she really had her period, how should she handle it practically? Would she have to take off her skirt and let Anastasia teach her step by step—
At this thought, Fia’s cheeks turned red with a “poof.”
That’s too shameless! Almost instinctively, Fia’s legs under her skirt clamped together, and her hands couldn’t help but press down on her skirt.
For the first time, she felt how inconvenient a flesh-and-blood body could be.
No, wait a minute.
After thinking about the period, Fia realized another issue.
Come to think of it, since arriving in this other world, she hadn’t encountered a situation where she needed to expel impurities from her body.
This wasn’t because Fia forgot or didn’t realize it, but because this body seemed to have no such need.
Is this the legendary “beautiful girls don’t poop”? Indeed, the elf princess is extremely cute, but such a violation of physical common sense was hard for Fia to accept.
She couldn’t believe she could skip the process of expelling impurities—she couldn’t just let what she ate stay in her stomach forever.
Do elves have another way to solve the excretion problem? Almost instinctively, Fia was about to voice her question.
Wait.
Remembering something, she immediately closed her mouth.
The current situation was that she and Anastasia were being hunted by guards.
Asking a childish, no, an infantile question at this time was completely out of touch with the atmosphere.
Not to mention, even in a different atmosphere, such a question was very hard to ask.
Using an extremely euphemistic request, like “Anastasia, how should I go to the bathroom?” Even if she endured the shame of trampling on her dignity and being despised, Anastasia would probably just seriously answer, “Over there,” pointing out the direction of the bathroom.
It wouldn’t address the question at all.
And if she asked more simply and directly, her image of authority in Anastasia’s mind would probably shatter completely.
Especially after the group annihilated the attackers, and she made up the story about investigating the Unsinkable Moon, Anastasia placed her in a position full of authority.
It’s hard to imagine someone full of authority asking such a basic question.
Moreover, even if she put aside the issue of face and used extremely straightforward descriptions to make Anastasia understand her confusion, if Anastasia seriously explained how to do it, what to use, or even taught her step by step—
That would be a scene straight out of hell!!! Fia couldn’t help but scream in her mind.
Just imagining how to ask Anastasia made her want to roll on the ground.
Maybe she should find some books to look up solutions.
But would books really write about such things? Come to think of it, this kind of thing isn’t even common knowledge in her world; it’s a natural bodily function.
If a book taught you how to expel impurities, the person who wrote it must have those impurities in their head.
Damn.
Isn’t this a dead end?
Although there’s one last resort, secretly observing how others, like Anastasia, do it, as a person of integrity, she would never do such a thing.
“Your Highness, what’s wrong?” Just as Fia’s brain was crashing, Anastasia’s voice suddenly rang out.
Her gaze was different from usual, as if she was witnessing something strange, all focused on Fia’s hands pressing down on her skirt.
Fia quickly replied.
“Nothing, nothing.”
If Anastasia found out what she was thinking, her life as an elf princess would be over.
Fortunately, Anastasia didn’t dwell on it.
Her gaze returned to the window below, where the guards were smiling obsequiously, nodding repeatedly to Claire as they left the clinic.
“Those guards seem to have been taken care of by this woman and are very respectful to her.
They’ve left now, and Claire indeed didn’t betray us.
But how did you meet her? If I didn’t hear wrong, she just said she had a **fate with you.
Uh, I don’t mean to comment on your private life.
It’s just that you were out for such a short time last night, and in that brief time, you and this woman…”
At the end, Anastasia’s lively blue eyes were filled with subtlety, her face seemingly saying “I can’t agree.”
“No, no, nothing like that.
That was just Claire’s joke.”
Fia quickly waved her hand.
Although letting others think she had an ambiguous relationship with Claire was a gain for her, there was nothing, and she couldn’t let Anastasia think she was a frivolous woman.
“How could it be a joke? Didn’t she say that after receiving help, you have to pay a small price? Does little Fia want to renege on her debt?”
Just as Fia was about to explain further, Claire’s voice came from the doorway.
She had a slight smile on her lips, and her pure green eyes were full of amusement.
“Just kidding.”
