Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2867: 1570: The Source of Doubt
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Capítulo 2867: Chapter 1570: The Source of Doubt
Inside the majestic hall of the ancient castle, adorned with intricate wave and ripple designs, our powerful warriors' eyes filled with astonishment and bewilderment as they saw the Fishman Princess abruptly plead with Leo Ray.
Such reactions stemmed from a strange realization among everyone—the princess had instantly spotted Leo Ray's true identity.
Keep in mind, we had not disclosed our plans or names, and our hoods made it highly unlikely for recognition.
“Please rise, Your Highness.”
Though harboring identical suspicions, Leo Ray first assisted the princess in standing up.
As he grasped her slim arm during this, Leo Ray distinctly sensed her frame quivering faintly—a obvious sign of her anxiety and distress.
Judging from the circumstances and her demeanor, a abrupt catastrophic event had clearly struck the Fishman Royal Capital, imperiling their very existence.
However, regardless of the angle, it stayed utterly mysterious why the Fishmen on the shoreline were conducting those prayers.
After all, the Deities had vanished long ago, ceasing to oversee the Ten Thousand Clans, as Moli and Teresa had just pointed out.
Thinking this far, Leo Ray steadied his mind, gave a subtle nod, and stated, “We don’t even understand the situation right now; how can we talk about helping you?”
Saying so, Leo Ray pulled back his hood, exposing his real face, since hiding held no purpose anymore with his identity exposed.
Furthermore, concealing himself was never his original plan; the princess's swift identification had simply caught him off guard.
“Apologies, Your Majesty of the Humans, it was my abruptness, not even introducing myself.”
Reminded by Leo Ray, the Fishman Princess drew a deep breath, her rush calming somewhat.
She bowed her head lightly, took off her peculiar fish-like mask, and unveiled her pale complexion decorated with vibrant fish scales beside the temples, presenting herself to everyone.
The princess looked barely past twenty, her features exquisite and graceful, meant to radiate vitality yet overshadowed by deep grief, with tears shimmering subtly at her eye corners.
Leo Ray observed her closely, offering a faint nod.
By looks alone, Desert Fishmen resemble regular humans closely, differing only in the vivid scales around the temples and fins protruding from the ears.
Right before him, the Fishman Princess kept her colorful scales hidden, rendering her status not immediately apparent.
Still, even through her tear-streaked visage, she emanated regal poise and sophistication, her scales akin to masterful cosmetics, clearly marking her as high nobility with refined upbringing.
Yet that's not the core concern; prior to committing aid, he required answers on her recognition method.
Remember, his aim was clashing with the Throne Corridor Master, the Broken Wing King, and his forces—immensely powerful and merciless.
Should a mere Fishman Princess identify him so easily, the Broken Wing King, ruler of a Second-tier Power, would surely do so effortlessly.
The slightest error in his moves could demand a complete strategy overhaul.
“Your Majesty of the Humans, the reason I managed to identify you smoothly involved some conjecture.”
Sensing Leo Ray's puzzlement, the Fishman Princess hastened to clarify, “I must confess, my basis was the token Lord Clan Leader of the Stone Giant presented earlier.”
“Even the Fishman Princess knew my identity?”
At these words, Lila's brows knitted tighter, as she intently examined the Fishman Token clutched in her grasp.
“Lord Clan Leader of the Stone Giant, Your Majesty of the Humans, here’s the situation.”
The Fishman Princess acknowledged Lila with a nod before facing Leo Ray, “Actually, these Fishman Tokens were crafted with my assistance and my Father King. Different magical identification patterns within each token allowed me to determine which clan leader holds them.”
With a gentle wave from the Fishman Princess, a ocean-blue fish emblem materialized above Lila’s palms and swiftly disappeared.
“So it seems, Your Highness first identified me?”
Given her natural aversion to the Fishman Clan and the revelation of the token's identification patterns, Lila nearly flung it aside but composed herself to ask.
“Indeed, Lord Clan Leader of the Stone Giant maintained the Human Clan form for a while. Even with a hooded cap, I quickly concluded.”
Her tone clear, earnest, and modest—unlike tales of sly and odd Fishmen—the Fishman Princess affirmed, “The halt in conflicts with Stone Giants and Half-Titans and their deployment at the boundaries of Third-class forces is well-known.”
“With the latest information I gathered, Third-class forces have almost unanimously regarded Your Majesty of the Humans as supreme, indicating inevitable interaction between Your Majesty and Lord Clan Leader of the Stone Giant.”
