CHAPTER 894: CHAPTER 894: BEWITCHED BY MY OWN BEAUTY

"Your Highness, the order was issued personally by the Executioner—he’s back!"

The highest Executioner of the Federation, whose mere stomp could make the entire outer domain tremble, had reappeared after nearly five years!

Warren Vance narrowed his eyes. The Federation had been silent for years. Now that the Executioner had returned, pointing his sword at Gothasen, what exactly was he planning?

Quinn Bishop suppressed his shock and guessed, "Your Highness, during the Executioner’s disappearance, our relationship with the Federation has been quite tenuous. Could they be here to cause trouble?"

"If they intended to cause trouble, the Federation wouldn’t have sent troops under the pretext of maintaining the security order around Gothasen," Warren Vance scoffed lightly, "There’s justification for their actions; no one can find fault."

It was precisely because no fault could be found that the Federation’s actions were so intriguing.

No, something’s off...

Warren Vance’s calm expression suddenly changed. He turned his head and asked coldly, "Where is the Princess now?"

...

The border between The Ostaric Sea and The Heribian Sea.

"Up ahead is Gothasen’s border. Once we cross it, we’ll truly be out of Gothasen’s territory," Eve skillfully piloted the yacht, explaining to Ann Vaughn.

The wind over the sea, carrying its salty humidity, slapped her face, causing a slight sting. Yet, Ann Vaughn felt no discomfort. Her eyes grew brighter the further they got from Gothasen.

Even she couldn’t quite explain why she felt so elated.

It was as if... she had escaped the cage she had longed to flee, and every pore on her body was now breathing freely.

"Thank you," Ann Vaughn thanked Eve once again.

Seeing Ann Vaughn’s sincere expression, Eve couldn’t help but feel a bit conflicted.

Let’s hope she never discovers I once wanted to steal her son; it would be heart-wrenching otherwise.

Just then, Eve suddenly noticed several white yachts approaching them in the distance, closing in to form an encirclement quickly.

"Tsk," Eve frowned, her eyes gleaming with strong fighting spirit. "They managed to evade the Federation’s troops. Looks like they want to play hardball with me."

Seeing the white yachts getting closer, Ann Vaughn’s heart tightened. "They’re catching up."

"Don’t worry. Just hold on tight."

With that, Eve suddenly accelerated, narrowly threading between one of the white yachts and instantly breaking through the encirclement.

Eve whistled, placing one hand at her lips, and tauntingly blew a kiss to the people on the black yacht.

"Nice body! Wanna have some fun with me?"

The person on the white yacht sensed something was off, reached for their waist, only to find a business card, and their face turned dark as they crumpled it into pieces and tossed it into the sea.

Ann Vaughn was amused by Eve’s boldness, but then she suddenly noticed two yachts approaching from ahead and hurriedly warned her: "Watch out in front."

"Don’t worry, leave it to me."

The two yachts were clearly in it to win it, trying to flank them and pull Ann Vaughn, who was sitting behind Eve, from the yacht.

Unfortunately, Eve didn’t give them the chance. As they moved in, she immediately decelerated, causing the two yachts to crash into each other with a "boom."

Seeing this, Eve sped up again, arrogantly driving past them with a spray of seawater.

"Hahaha, if you’ve got what it takes, come on! First to catch me gets a night with me, how about that?" Eve’s voice became fainter as it drifted away.

The white yachts wanted to give chase, but it was too late.

Just then, a dark fleet blocked their path. In front of these massive vessels that resembled sea eagles, the white yachts had no way forward.

As they sailed out of The Ostaric Sea into The Heribian Sea, Eve let out a sigh of relief.

"We’re safe." Eve glanced back, "Once we’re out of The Ostaric Sea, no matter how powerful Warren Vance may be, he can’t reach across the Federation to catch you."

This was the second time Ann Vaughn heard Eve mention "the Federation," so she couldn’t help but ask, "What is the Federation?"

"Hmm... It’s a bit complicated to explain. In short, the Federation holds oversight over the entire outer domain, surpassing hereditary royalty and nobility. It’s somewhat similar to your country’s highest administrative body," Eve explained.

"Why are they helping us?"

Eve: "You noticed?"

Ann Vaughn nodded. Among all the yachts entering and exiting Gothasen, only theirs could leave without inspection. It seemed as if they were intentionally let through.

Surely, the two of them weren’t invisible to the Federation?

Eve rubbed her chin, "I heard this directive came from the Federation’s highest Executioner. Do you think it’s possible because..."

"Because of what?"

"The highest Executioner has taken a fancy to me, mesmerized by my beauty, so he let us go. Oh, being this beautiful is such a burden~."

Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but be amused by her playful tone.

But whatever the reason, as long as they could smoothly leave Gothasen, it was a good thing.

About two and a half hours later, they reached the outer border checkpoint.

"Ladies, please show your documents and exit permits," the inspector approached, speaking formally.

Fortunately, Eve was prepared, handing over her and Ann Vaughn’s documents and necessary paperwork.

However, upon reviewing the documents, the inspector’s face suddenly changed.

"You can go, but she must stay," the inspector pointed towards Ann Vaughn with a gloved finger and returned the documents to Eve.

Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped a beat, and her fingers clenched.

Eve smiled alluringly, "You’ve checked all the documents and paperwork. If there’s no mistake, why can’t we leave?"

"We recently received notification from the Gothasen Royal Family that if we discover the runaway Princess, we must immediately send her back," the inspector looked sharply at Ann Vaughn, "It’s undoubtedly her."

"Knowing she’s the Princess, you still dare to stop us?" Eve prepared herself. If they continued to block them, she would charge through!

The inspector didn’t respond to Eve, extending a hand towards Ann Vaughn, "Please, Princess, come down. We will arrange for you to be sent back immediately."

Ann Vaughn, feeling nauseous from the yacht, thought, "..." No need.

"Let them go."

At that moment, a clear voice came from not far away, breaking the standoff.

Ann Vaughn looked up and saw a man in black walking towards them.

His demeanor was steady, as though refined through countless trials, more potent than wine, uniquely compelling.

Especially those slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, contrasting sharply with his mature and composed appearance, exuding a slight charm without seeming frivolous.