Chapter 613

Elvis is here. Olive is here! Molly suddenly remembered Liam was now crown prince, and Olive, standing beside him at the engagement party, was the crown princess.

Molly sneered. “So, the Visionary princess. Even if people dislike it, your scheme was brilliant. You manipulate everything so easily. I only fear today's men aren't as skillful as you!”

Olive removed her black cloak's hood, her radiant beauty illuminating her face. Her shining eyes met Molly's. “Molly, have you considered your position in this cold palace? Where did you err? Why did you lose?”

Molly pondered, arriving at her own answer. “It's because of Luana. That damned woman ruined my plans. If she'd taken the abortion medicine, you couldn't have exploited her, and the subsequent events wouldn't have happened. I still can't believe that stupid Luana dared disobey me.”

“Luana? I can answer that. Look behind me.”

Molly saw another person behind Olive, a servant. The maid slowly raised her head. Molly's eyes widened. She recognized her. “You… you're Willow, Luana's servant! Why are you here with the Visionary princess?”

The servant tore off her human skin mask, revealing her true face. “Molly, I'm not Willow. I'm Sadie, the princess's assistant.”

Molly was shocked, instantly understanding. Sadie had posed as Luana's servant, manipulating her.

Olive slowly raised her red lips. “Molly, greed grows. Luana is pregnant with twins; do you think she'd let you control her? I merely seized the opportunity. It highlights humanity's inherent wickedness.”

Molly laughed suddenly. “Visionary princess, you're quite the wordsmith. I lost this game, but do you think you've won?” She offered a monstrous smile.

Olive stepped forward. “Molly, show me your management skills, or I will truly despise you mermaids. You are evil and despicable. Your land has been trampled by my Visionary ancestors. You must be weary of these years. Hide yourself; don't let me find you!”

“You!” Molly was furious. She understood Olive's intentions—a declaration of war.

“Molly, I have business to attend to. I won't waste any more time.” Olive left with Sadie.

Molly remained alone, viciously glaring at their retreating figures. She wouldn't lose. She wouldn't. One day, she would see Olive, Joyce, and Visionary perish!

The engagement party concluded successfully. Following tradition, they proceeded to the temple and worship hall.

Olive changed, then accompanied Logan and Liam to the worship hall nestled deep in the mountains behind the palace. It housed the Greenland government's ancestral tablets—a solemn, sacred place.

Logan instructed, “Liam, Princess Visionary, this is important. Don't touch anything. Burn incense for the ancestors.”

A maidservant provided incense. Olive, holding a stick, stood before the tablets, her bright eyes scanning them. These monarchs, seated on the same throne, built on blood and corpses—did they ever feel guilt?

“Bow!” someone shouted.

Olive bowed respectfully, thinking of her Visionary ancestors. “Olive is here. We meet for the first time. Please guide me.”

Olive and Liam offered incense, completing the ritual. Logan didn't linger. “Liam, Princess Visionary, let's return.”

“Father, Olive, let's go,” Liam agreed.

Olive suddenly touched her ear. “Oh, I dropped an earring. It seems to be ahead. I'll retrieve it.”

She hurried forward. Around a corner, Sadie donned another mask, impersonating Olive, and swiftly exited.

“Mr. Theodore, King of Gold City, I found my earring. Let's go,” Sadie said, smiling and holding up an earring.

The change was so swift, Logan and Liam had no suspicions. “Let's go.”

Olive hid, listening to their departing footsteps. She produced a concealed map. It indicated the Ambassador's sword was within the worship hall.

Olive quickly returned. Darkness enveloped the street, bringing a bone-chilling cold. She approached a cabinet, pushing open its wooden door.

It opened with a click. The darkness was absolute. A mechanism?

Olive cautiously entered, finding the interior safe and empty. Something was wrong. She'd been in the ancestral worship hall, but now she stood on a cliff.

A knife-cold wind hit her face, confirming it wasn't an illusion. She was on the precipice. Looking down, she couldn't see the bottom. Cold sweat broke out. What was happening? She recalled the mind-absorption technique from Imperial's restricted area three years prior. She’d been targeted again, but this was stronger, more dangerous than her mother's technique.

As Olive's mind clouded, the ground cracked beneath her, and her slender body plunged from the cliff.

The weightlessness caused her pupils to constrict, and she cried out instinctively! Was she going to fall? Break bones?

A large hand shot out, seizing her wrist. She was suspended. Looking up, a familiar handsome face filled her vision.

Elvis is here! He really came.

Olive was shocked and surprised. “Elvis, why are you here?”