Sold to a Prince!

194  Hunting Part2

"Please forgive me for interrupting, but Princess Sylvia is not ill." The physician hesitantly muttered, his voice barely audible in the midst of the conversation between the two heavyweights.

He walked forward and supported Sylvia and Roman reluctantly allowed him to do so.

The physician then muttered a few words under his breath, checked her pulse and the inside of her eyelids. "I was correct, my Lord. Her highness is completely alright. She just needs a couple more seconds of rest."

"This blood which seeped out is the blood containing impurities and contaminants from the depths of her body."

"Hmm… Hmm… This is truly amazing. Her highness hasn't formed a mana core yet but her body has almost no remaining impurities." The physician who was at first explaining now started to talk to himself, observing Sylvia's condition.

Roman didn't want to further make a spectacle out of this. So he clapped his hands and issued orders for the others to leave, starting the hunt rather abruptly.

A few wolves, however, remained as they traveled with the Lycan Lord every hunt. The grand gathering in front of the palace just like that disappeared in a mere couple of seconds.

No more howling sounds echoed, not even footsteps made any noise. The entire bunch of wolves silently disappeared as if they were stalking their prey in stealth.

"I apologize, Lord Roman. My sister is too weak to travel anywhere. I really shouldn't have pushed her to come here. We have even ended up disrupting your harvest hunt."

"You don't have to wait here with us any longer. I can wait for my sister to regain her consciousness and then bring her back to the royal palace."

Melissa smiled and clasped her hands behind her back. Her golden eyes shone with mesmerizing mirth.

Roman gazed at her for a moment, several emotions flickering in his deep blue orbs and then curtly answered. "It's no trouble at all, your highness. I am happy to wait and keep you company."

The physician, however, was completely perplexed listening to their conversation. Are they talking about this girl? From what angle is she weak? He couldn't understand but he didn't raise any questions unnecessarily.

A couple of seconds later, just like he expected, Sylvia stirred awake and looked around in confusion.

"Your highness. How are you feeling?"

Seeing all the new faces around her, Sylvia jolted and sat up, moving back a little defensively. She then realized where she was right now and looked around.

"Everything is alright. I am still here." Roman muttered, trying to ease her restlessness.

Sylvia softly sighed and then another voice sounded. "I am also here, dear sister. Are you feeling better? You seem to be very fond of fainting. Ah ha ha."

Melissa greeted her with a smiling face.

"Hmm… Indeed." Sylvia did not look at her and coldly answered. She remembered the wyrm's body coiling around her and crushing her.

Instantly, a low anger surged, and her heart thrummed wildly, making her rub her chest. Her emotions were very chaotic and her mind was a mess.

Her body as well was beginning to become more and more restless. She felt as if she wanted to run a hundred miles to ease the million nerves in her body.

Melissa observed her and her lips curled upwards. "Aha ha ha. Sister, you seem to be doing really well. Don't tell me, you still want to participate in the hunt?"

"Your highness, I don't think that would be appropriate." Roman calmly interrupted.

He had no intentions of getting in between the royal family politics, but at the same time, he didn't want to be held responsible if something happened to either of the princesses.

Sylvia clutched the edges of her dress. She looked at the both of them and then calmly stood up, dusting her dress.

"Actually, I would still like to stay, if that is okay with you, Lord Roman." She smiled.

Roman was taken aback at this odd request. He met her gaze and could see that she was not going to budge.

He looked at both the princesses back and forth and then sighed, shaking his head. "Whatever pleases your highnesses."

"Then let's get started. What are we waiting for?" Melissa giggled and shifted once again, as if nothing at all had happened just now.

Her powerful aura made everyone take a step back. "I heard that the Lord personally throws a feast for the victor?"

The golden wyrm floated away, with a wide grin that revealed her sharp fangs. "I am sure you are interested in that, aren't you sister?"

Melissa disappeared in a flash, her words still ringing loudly.

Sylvia, however, was no longer paying attention to her. She stared into the distance in deep thought. She didn't think that anyone from the royal family would openly try to harm her.

And now she was no longer sure.

But this time, she was not planning to run away from it. It was clear that her so-called sister wanted her to participate in this game. So she decided to play along and find out her true intentions.

Did she just want to humiliate her or was there something more?

"Your highness, are you even aware of what the hunt is about?" Roman softly chuckled, breaking her thoughts.

"We are essentially hunting for our food for the next few months, but not just wild game. There are all kinds of powerful beasts in the forest."

"Sometimes we have even come across demonic beasts and magical beasts who are several times more powerful than the normal wild beasts and savage beasts."

"You shouldn't take this too lightly… especially when…" Roman's silky voice dragged.

"Especially when?" Sylvia turned to look at him and asked. There was a hint of faint anger in her voice.

Her pale blue eyes stared into the Lycan Lord's dark blue eyes and he couldn't help but look away, under the weight of her gaze.

"You don't have to participate in this. It is just a small tradition. Please allow me to send you back to the royal palace." He repeated his words.