The King’s Daughter Survives - Chapter 2 The Hay Ride

[ Having fun so early in the game? ]

“What do you” Bria’s thought trailed off as a high pitch sound entered their mind, but as quickly as it appeared, it faded just as quickly. Blinking a few times, she stared at the status bars which were completely full, but now had double the previous amount as before. The status tab on the tool bar would begin to glow.

Opening the status menu, Bria would make a stoic expression.

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Name: Bria Creacaea

Age: Sixteen

Physical Gender: Female

Race: High Human [ Stats x2 Per Level ]

Occupation: Princess of the Creacaea Dynasty

Level: 2

HP: 100

MP 100

ST: 100

Experience: 0 / 550

Skills: < Acrobatics > < Escape Artistry > < Fine Arts > < Martial Arts >

Abilities: < Advanced Regenerative Factor > < Spell Creation > < Spell Casting >

Magic Affinity: < Light > < Dark > < Spatial > < Non Attribute >

Signature Spell: Persuasion

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[ Princess Title Acknowledged. Faction Management Tool activated for personal use. ]

The girl’s voice sounded almost like that of a robot. Pursing her lips slightly, Bria would stare at the man who was now staring at her.

‘So I have the ability to persuade people? Is that some sort of charm spell?’ She thought to herself before hearing an approving ding sound. Blinking a few times, breaking the staring contest with the man, she went to open her mouth finally to talk.

“Seems like you’re the only survivor from that house.” The man with the piece of wheat in his mouth. “They’ve been finding mangled girls in that house for years. Yet they never place guards there,” Shaking his head slightly. “The constables don’t even investigate the murders anymore It’s quite sickening.”

Hearing this supposed farmer speak, she let her mouth stay agape for a second or two before being quiet again. No one seemed to notice her riding on top of the bales of hay, well that was until some little girl pointed up to her as they were passing by.

“Mama, there’s a girl on top of that cart! Look!”

The older lady who was guiding the girl along the side of the street, glanced over to the side. Paused and then went wide eyed, but couldn’t make out a word except for a few croaking sounds.

“Mama, are you a frog?”

The mother didn’t seem to even acknowledge the question and simply watched as the cart speed away and eventually vanished down the slope. “The Princess” Her voice could barely be made out.

[ I love kids sometimes. ]

Ignoring the woman acting like the system, Bria would speak up. “So, Mr. Farmer, What’s your name?” She tried to act cute, though seemed a bit teasing in tone.

“Quin of Quinville.”

The simple response threw her off slightly when he had said that his name was Quin and that he was from Quinville. It was as if this world either had bad naming sense, or he was joking with her.

“No, no. Really. Tell me the Truth.” Her mouth seemed to give a light glow when she demanded the truth. The man seemed to grunt slightly in response, but got nothing out of him.

[ He was telling the truth. Quinville is the nearest village to the Capital. ]

“” Quin glanced over at the girl for a few moments before smiling a little as he saw the guilty expression on her face. “It’s all good kid Where would you like to be dropped off.”

[ Royal Palace. It’s nearby. ]

“The Royal Palace,” Bria repeated the girl’s request without much hesitation and tilted her head a bit to the side. Her feet were kicking up and down a bit as she laid prone on the bales of hay.

Staring at her for a few seconds Quin nodded lightly. “Was going there anyways, kiddo.” He said before looking forward, cupping his chin in his hand as he thought and directed the cart at the same time.

‘Who could this girl be? Did she have some sort of ties with the Royal house? Come to think of it The Princess was reported as missing.’ Glancing over at the girl with the short dark hair, he looked forward again with a stern expression. ‘Shit. I called her Kiddo.’ Sweat began running down the side of his head in beads.

Even with his back turned to Bria, she could see that the man had suddenly become nervous. Did he have a criminal record? Or was he afraid of her somehow? Did he connect the dots to figure out who she was?

“Why are you sweating old man?” She asked with a bratty tone, reaching over and running the soft edge of her finger nail along the back of his neck.

The man’s head involuntarily swung to the side, “You” He cut himself off and glared over his shoulder towards the girl who was grinning innocently. Arching a brow slightly, he stared at the girl for a few moments. She was in a white night gown, she didn’t seem to be wearing anything beneath it. He could very much be accused of certain things if he said or did anything to offend her.

Making out a huff sound of irritation, he turned away from the girl and kept on controlling the cart.

Opening her mouth partially as he seemed to now ignore her completely, Bria would puff up her cheeks with air. Boredom, complete boredom! This guy was no fun to harass or even tease. Even her cute little face didn’t get him to pay more attention to her.

Bria was generally known for being an all-round good person, though she had a habit of poking and prodding people to get reactions. It was the one thing that the apparition and the man had in common with one another.

Letting out a soft sigh she would turn onto her back and look towards the sky.

[ Quest Added: Close Your FUCKING LEGS. 50 EXP. Pastel White, Satin Bloomers. ]

Quickly closing her legs together with a fleshy SLAP sound as she did so, Bria’s eyes had widened from the sudden yelling of the ghost girl.

[ Quest Completed. Rewarded. Now keep them closed. ]

Swallowing softly, the girl would glance to the side a bit with a light red flush of the face. It hadn’t been necessarily windy out, and they generally didn’t remember that they weren’t wearing any undergarments underneath.

Without a second going by, the bloomers were immediately equipped. Sitting up, it was as if she were wearing shorts. They went all the way down to just above the knee. The female undergarments of the 1800’s.

“Comfy” Bria muttered quietly to herself as she would then turn over to glance at the man named Quin once again. “Are we there, yet?” The Princess wined like a little child on a road trip.

“This is why I didn’t bring my daughter along She would’ve asked that very question a hundred trillion times by now.” The farmer would huff before glancing over at her once again, his eyes asking for a bit of sympathy.

“For a simple farmer You know a bit about numbers, huh?” Bria said with a inquisitive tone as if she was suspecting him of something. More so, lying about what he truly was.

“Oh really? Didn’t know I was so knowledgeable.” Quin said with a simple, blank, tone and looked forward without much care. He sounded sarcastic with that blank, almost monotone, tone of his.