In the Name of the Queen

Lightning split the night sky, and heavy rain poured down.

The weather these days is a bit abnormal.

It is said that the last time there was so much rain at the end of the year was hundreds of years ago.

Just a few days ago, Roland took advantage of almost the same heavy rain to successfully ambush and catch more than 400 sea monsters that came to his door.

He should like such rainy days.

But he was inexplicably agitated.

Even though Lisa just made authentic elf food, he didn't have much appetite.

He knew it was because of Sif.

It was not the first time he scolded for wrong answers.

There were times when his attitude was extremely strict before, and Sif was so wronged that she dropped gold beans.

Mr. Walder was not here, so he had to play the role of a strict teacher.

Not everything can be laughed at.

For example, politics.

For example, study.

When politics and study are combined, they must be taken seriously.

He knew that strict teaching methods would make Sif uncomfortable.

He completely understood.

He didn't want to do that either.

It was indeed absurd to be with the most beautiful girl in the world, who was certified by the magic mirror, and not talk about romance, but talk about the cold politics that ruined the mood.

But she had known these truths for a long time.

Why did she react so violently today?

Sif's suppressed silent crying just now made Roland's heart completely tighten.

Looking at the violent thunderstorm outside the window, he was stunned.

Sif must be very scared on such a violent rainy night, so he had to go and see her.

Roland walked out of the room, walked into the yard, and looked at the building opposite.

That was the Queen's palace.

The fifth floor was the Queen's bedroom.

The fourth floor was the residence of Count Sif.

There were no lights and the windows were all dark.

He hesitated for a moment and strode to the opposite floor.

It was already late at night, but the guards at the door saw him coming and did not dare to stop him.

The guards looked up at the sky, like plaster statues.

This was the only way he could think of after racking his brains.

If you "see" Roland, you have to stop him and ask him what he wants to do.

This question caused trouble.

The lover of Her Majesty the Queen entered the Queen's bedroom late at night. Is this something he can ask?

Playing dumb is not stupid, but a wise choice to keep his job.

He believed that Her Majesty the Queen would not blame him. After all, Roland was the lover chosen by the Queen herself.

Roland came to Sif's bedroom on the fourth floor, knocked on the door gently, and called Sif's name.

No one responded.

If Sif was inside, no matter how angry and sad she was, she would not have no response.

Obviously, Sif was on the fifth floor.

He hesitated a little, whether to go up one more floor. But he stopped at the stairs.

This is the tacit understanding between them.

If Sif appeared as the Queen, they were in a monarch-minister relationship.

If Sif appeared as the Earl, they were friends.

Obviously, Sif was the Queen tonight.

Thinking of the question he had just left for Sif, Roland knew that she was seriously reflecting at this moment.

In this case, then don't go.

Even if they were friends, it was a bit outrageous to enter the girl's bedroom late at night, let alone go deep into the Queen's bedroom as a minister.

Since Sif was in good spirits, he would not disturb her.

Roland turned and left.

The guard, who was just glad to have escaped, looked at Roland in astonishment as he came out of the building again.

Just as his whole body was stiff, Roland looked back at him.

The guard was almost scared to death on the spot. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Just when he was about to go crazy, Roland smiled and patted his shoulder and stuffed a big gold coin into his jacket pocket.

"Stand guard well, guard."

The guard finally came back to his senses until Roland was far away.

On the way back to the bedroom, Roland's mouth corners slightly raised, no longer entangled.

Whether Sif could figure it out or not, there were some words he had to say and some things he had to do.

Power is a sharp sword.

Look at the poor guard just now, he can't sleep well for a second tonight.

Just because he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

This is the horror of power.

If the user can't control it, he will hurt others and himself.

Sif's growth is fast, but it's far from enough.

The three provinces are isolated overseas, and their policies are very different from those of the mainland. They are almost independent little kingdoms.

This is Sif's trial stage, and it's also his experience.

They all have to learn to grow.

Maybe he should be more tactful when teaching Sif next time.

She is of course his friend, but she is also a young girl in her teens.

How can a young girl be embarrassed.

That's right, let's do it.

The Queen's bedroom.

Sif's eyes were red from crying.

She felt more and more uncomfortable when she returned to the bedroom, and she didn't want Roland to come over at night and see her crying, so she simply ran to the fifth floor, sent the magic mirror to stand guard, and jumped on the bed and sobbed with the quilt.

Originally, she just wanted to cry for a while, but the golden beans fell more and more.

She couldn't help it, so she could only talk to the magic mirror.

Just like every time she cried when she was a child.

After patiently listening to Sif's complaints, the magic mirror remained silent.

Seeing that it didn't speak, Sif asked angrily: "Hey, say something!"

"Master, I am a divine tool, not an expert in human emotional consultation."

Sif: "."

That's right, you can't expect the magic mirror to understand human emotions.

She muttered softly with some disappointment:

"Magic mirror, how many masters have you followed before?"

"If you are the one who officially acknowledges the master, you are the third one. If you are just providing consultation, then I have seen many women of noble status."

Sif murmured softly: "How many?"

"Do you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten?" The magic mirror asked back.

Sif was slightly stunned, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She asked softly:

"Then think back, are there any situations similar to mine?"

"Yes, a lot." The magic mirror said slowly.

"Really? I know you are knowledgeable, tell me quickly."

The magic mirror looked at Sif calmly and said calmly: "It's nothing, you just broke up."

Sif was stunned in place, and it took a long time for her to wake up from the dizziness.

She was furious at the words of the magic mirror.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be heartbroken? How could a queen with such noble status and beauty like me be heartbroken? Is there anyone more charming than me?"

"Wait, I've been fooled by you. I'm not even in love, how could I be heartbroken? If you don't explain clearly, I'll never let you go!"

"What do you want?" The magic mirror asked curiously.

Sif was choked by the magic mirror and couldn't speak for a long time.

The magic mirror may not be a real artifact, but it has the characteristics of an artifact.

For example, it has independent consciousness.

For example, it is almost impossible to destroy.

At least Sif has no ability to destroy the magic mirror.

She stared at the magic mirror and whispered softly: "Is there no other possibility?"

"Yes."

"Speak quickly!"

"You may also be jealous of other women." The magic mirror said calmly.

"Magic mirror, shut up!"

Sif got into bed angrily, covered her head with the duck down quilt, and didn't want to talk at all.

The overseas palace is still too simple after all.

There is no decent velvet bedding, and it's uncomfortable to sleep.

Angry.