Chapter 24 The Plan
I stepped off the carriage In front of the palace, escorted by the prince.
Today is a celebration party for princess Priscilla's recovery from her "outburst" not that long ago.
The place was croweded high society members, famous opera actors, artists and musicians, governor's and knights.
The choice of fashion was unique, everyone was dressed in strange attires with feathers, scales and stuff which made it feel like a Halloween party but for rich people.
Of course, I am wearing haute couture myself. The theme of my dress is "Snow princess" with snow blue fabric, white furr, and glass ornaments.
Preparing this attire was a nightmare. Wearing it was a torture. Walking in it is hell! I already regret my choice of tailors but I don't regret making people stare at me like dumb fish!
That's right! Beauty is power! Fashion is a weapon! Look at me, swaying hips baby! They don't lie~ and even the saint doesn't have these milk shakes!
I made sure my expression remained frigid with a smile pasted on my face. Keep it cool on the outside Satiana. Don't ruin the plan.
I made sure all the preparations we're ready for the stage to be set. I just hope that everything will go as planned.
A day before the party at the Evanson castle~~~
I need Cassendra's power for the plan to succeed. But I also need one more thing...
The moment Trudy stepped out of the room I stood Infront of the mirror and touched it with the tip of my finger calling forth my powers.
The reflection on the mirror changed with ripples like effect and an image of a room different from mine appeared.
I called for her name
The princess stood up from the couch she was sitting on, dropped the book and walked as if she was in a trance and stood Infront of the mirror with brightness eyes.
Back to the party~~~
I need Canditia to be present in this party alongside me. And I need Cassandra to do her job to set the stage for the "Ancient evil subjugation" I was brought to this world for.
And for that to happen, we need both the saint of Solaria. The Harold of the Abyss. And the Oracle's declaration!
In a distance, the clergy invited by the princess entered the party hall wearing their traditional ceremonial wear. White silk with golden embroidery of the goddess of light.
They stuck out in the hall wearing almost matching attires except for the High priest walking in the front of the group.
They look like cultists with bold senses of fashion. Are they walking barefoot? Uwah... hippies in another world!
The prince seemed to have spotted Canditia amongst the priests and froze up. Obvious much?
Because of how mischievous I am I said
I watched the expression on his face change and the blood draining out of his face.
Surprised that your sister invited your mistress infront of your fiance? And say what, she's a nun. A nun and a prince, now we have seen it all Huh Lukretus?
The expression on his face was that of a realization. "She knows. She knows and she made this charade."
Despite those thoughts he still asked me
He gave me this look "Why is she so..." And gulped down his champagne flute in one go.
As the prince's composure unraveled with each word I said, I enjoyed the colors draining out of his face and the way he would insult his lover to save his skin.
Thank you, really. I am grateful that you cheated on me with someone else. A man who cheats doesn't even have the guts to owe it is but a disposable trash I have no interest in whatsoever. You are nothing compared to "That" person.
The party started when Priscilla made her entrance escorted by her fiance, a red haired bulky man with an ornamental sword at his waist and a scar in his neck.
She greeted the guests, recived their get well wishes and gifts.
When the time came for the priests to bless her, the unexpected happened.