"Silent Prayer, how did you know?"
The princess with clear sky-blue eyes locked gazes with Ji Xiaodao. Her hands resting on her knees had unknowingly clenched tightly, her thin cherry lips lightly pressed together. Her gentle and charming face was slightly pale, but her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush.
At this moment, Guivere Logan seemed like a drowning person desperately reaching for a lifeline before completely sinking. Her gaze at the dark elf girl in front of her was almost overflowing with pleading, even carrying a faint, imperceptible hint of sickness.
This princess, capable of grasping the situation of the Southwestern Continent from scratch in such a short time, was not clumsy, nor had she any reason to be, even from a genetic perspective. With a talented and ambitious brother like Chavat Logan, and a clever and unpredictable sister like Elisa Logan, the probability of Guivere being incompetent was naturally close to zero.
