In the Name of the Queen

The small restaurant of the Governor's Mansion offers four dishes and one soup, accompanied by beautiful women.

Roland was in a particularly wonderful mood.

The beauty accompanying him at this moment is not Sif, but Lisa.

Seeing the smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth, Lisa couldn't bear the words.

"Why are you smiling all the time?"

"Nothing, I just thought of something happy." Roland replied casually.

Sister Lisa was a little distracted, the quality of the dishes was not good, and she even overcooked the steak for the first time in a long time.

But Roland didn't care.

Seeing the smile rippling in Roland's eyes, Lisa finally couldn't help but ask: "Roland, is it true that you saw an elf who looks like Sif in your dream?"

"it is true."

"So you are targeting Sif according to the standards of your dream lover?" Lisa also found that today's cooking was very bad and she accidentally added too much vinegar.

"Don't talk nonsense, am I such a superficial person?" Roland smiled and shook his head.

"Then you're still laughing." Lisa took a bite of the steak, frowned slightly, and had the urge to throw away the whole dish and cook it again.

"Mr. William is coming." Roland knew that if this topic continued, there would be nothing but lies and deception, so he quietly changed the topic.

"William?"

Lisa was stunned for a long time before she remembered that this was the chief minister of the imperial cabinet, responsible for the empire's foreign affairs, internal affairs and many other affairs.

"I have just received news that an international summit to discuss the fate of the Vaal city-state will be held here, and Mr. William will attend the meeting as the plenipotentiary representative of our country."

"Since we are discussing the fate of the city-state of Vaal, why not by Lake Vaal?" Lisa's eyes were full of doubts.

"Why should the fate of Vaal City be decided in Vaal City? Politics is too complicated, so stop asking and just eat."

Since the fate of the Sudetenland can be decided in Munich, the fate of the Waal city-state can naturally be decided in Hansa.

There is nothing new under the sun.

Lisa shut up obediently, picked up the knife and fork and started eating silently.

Roland was right. Politics was her restricted area of ​​knowledge, so there was no need to worry about it so much.

Since an international conference is to be held, it is natural to make good preparations for the conference.

As the chief logistics officer, she will be very busy next.

Lisa was thinking about what to do next, and forgot all the questions she planned to ask before.

Roland also breathed a sigh of relief when Lisa stopped asking questions.

He didn't want to hide it from his sister, but there were some things that he really couldn't say until they were done.

How can you talk nonsense about exchanging meritorious deeds for a prince?

The queen's palace and sleeping quarters.

Sif lay on the bed, covering herself with the quilt, trying not to let her laughter escape.

Seeing Sif wrapped in velvet and twisting irregularly, Magic Mirror couldn't help but ask:

"Master, are you worried? Maybe I can't come up with any ideas, but it's okay to be a listener."

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Xif lifted up the quilt and heard a soft voice.

"Mirror Mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"Of course it is you, my master."

"What's my score today?"

"100 points." Magic Mirror replied calmly.

"Eh? I usually get 99 points, and occasionally 90 points, but today it's actually a perfect score?"

Sif came to the mirror in surprise and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her face was as before, a little more rosy with joy, and she was indeed more beautiful than usual.

"Where's that woman?"

"She ranked second with 97 points."

"Where's Lisa?"

"Twenty-one, 87 points."

Sif was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why did it rise so fast?"

She sees Lisa every day. Although she is beautiful, is it so exaggerated?

"Maybe I'm in a good mood like you."

After a few seconds of pause, Sif's tone gradually calmed down and she asked softly: "Rescore based on her 60 points, how much should I score?"

"99 points."

Magic Mirror said calmly: "Master, you scored 99 because the score limit is only so high. She scored 87 because she happened to be 87."

Sif's expression was once again dominated by joy.

The magic mirror is indeed a transcendent existence with the characteristics of an artifact, focusing on justice.

Carefully admiring the perfect girl in the mirror, Sif nodded with satisfaction and asked slowly:

"Magic Mirror, have you ever seen pure love?"

"never seen it."

Very good answer.

"You have been with many high-status women before, but have you never met them once?"

The magic mirror answered very honestly, "Master, you should know that women of high status often have no chance of pure love."

Sif's face changed slightly.

The magic mirror was right.

For women of high status, marriage is often an integral part of political transactions.

The basis for alliance between countries is common interests, and the highest form is marriage.

Even if you are a princess or even a queen, you can't help but get married.

Sif's mood was a little low and she asked softly: "Is it true?"

"It depends on your definition of love."

Magic Mirror said calmly: "Absolutely pure love only exists in novels. If you lower the standard, as long as you can marry the person you like, support each other and be loyal to each other."

Sif's eyes lit up.

The magic mirror is an ancestral treasure of the York family. It has followed the family ancestors for many years. The lowest status it has ever followed was a princess.

Before following the York family, it even followed some special women during the Magic Empire.

It records the lives of countless distinguished women.

If it says yes, then it must be.

"Almost nothing." The magic mirror said calmly.

"Almost nothing?" Sif was stunned.

"Yes, I can only say that the speed at which humans get tired of the old and love the new is jaw-dropping. Most of the women I followed were pretty. Although they can't compare with you, there are many who are over 80 points."

"Even these noble, well-educated and beautiful women can't get true love?"

Sif was a little shocked, but she didn't rush to refute, but listened silently.

"Yes." The magic mirror was very frank.

Sif clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand and twisted it into a ball.

Seeing that Sif didn't speak, the magic mirror continued: "I have seen princesses bring men other than their husbands home more than once, and their husbands rarely come, and they even in front of me."

"Shut up!"

Sif interrupted the 18+ story that the magic mirror was about to tell.

"I will never do that!"

The magic mirror shut up obediently.

It didn't quite understand why Sif was so excited, and it didn't say she would be like this.

Seeing that Sif didn't speak for a long time, it had to try to comfort her: "Master, it's too early for you to think about these things now. After all, you don't even have love, and marriage is even more far away."

"Magic mirror, shut up!"

This time Sif was really angry.

The words of the magic mirror hurt her.

Of course, she would not be like other princesses who didn't know how to love themselves, so the words in front of the magic mirror only made her a little unhappy, but not particularly angry.

Others are others, she is her.

But the comfort behind the magic mirror made her furious on the spot.

If the magic mirror was not indestructible, she might have grabbed a mace and smashed it.

She stood up angrily and walked out the door.

"William will arrive in Hansa in the afternoon. You are responsible for meeting him. Just leave all the diplomatic negotiations to him. Don't interfere."

Sif walked towards the library.

The library of the Governor's Mansion has many collections of the Hansa Kingdom in the past, and there may be answers about love.

The magic mirror is a broken mirror after all, and it doesn't understand anything.

After leaving the palace, she became Count Sif again.

The director of the library did not expect the Earl to visit, and greeted him very attentively.

"My Lord Earl, why are you here in person? If there are any books you want to read, just let the servant come over and tell me. I will personally select the books and send them to you."

Looking at the director's enthusiastic look, Sif asked softly: "Do you know much about the books in the library?"

"Of course, the Hansa Library was built in the year 917 of the magic new calendar. It has experienced continuous expansion and war disasters in three dynasties of the Hansa Kingdom. It currently has a collection of 170,000 books, among which art books are the most abundant."

"Art? Are there any about love?"

The corners of the director's mouth raised an exaggerated arc, "My Lord Earl, the most praised art books are never heroes, but love."

Sif's eyes lit up.

The director really understands art.

Since the Earl wants to read love books, the director naturally dare not neglect it.

He picked a collection of poems, a collection of essays, a collection of short stories, and the novels "The Troubles of Young Vina" and "The Blood-soaked Rose".

Sif did not return to the palace, nor did she go to the main building of the Governor's Mansion.

She was a little upset and did not want to go to work today.

The director saw that she was in a state of restlessness, and kindly recommended her to go to the third floor of the library to read.

"My Lord Earl, it is very quiet there, and no one will disturb you from reading."

"Thank you."

Following the director's instructions, Sif sat down by the window, brewed a pot of tea, and opened the book in the aroma of tea, looking for records of love in literature and art.

The poems are beautiful, and she likes them very much.

But the poems are highly concentrated and beautified versions, like women with heavy makeup.

It is beautiful, but not real.

This is not what she wants to read.

The same is true for prose.

Sif hesitated for a moment between the remaining two books, and first chose "The Troubles of Young Vina", which seemed to have a more specific title.

Young Vina is the daughter of a hereditary duke. She is of noble status and has been well protected since childhood, but she rarely has the opportunity to contact with the opposite sex of the same age.

Under the careful care of her father, she did not even have many opportunities to talk to young men.

Girls raised in this way are absolutely pure.

This is the obsession of Vina's father.

It is indeed very pure, pure like an idiot, Sif silently complained in her heart.

The girl Vina and her background are similar, which makes Sif more expectant.

If Vina can harvest sweet love, she can too.

Vina was rescued by a handsome young man named Berti during an outing, and she fell in love with him at first sight.

Then there is a love story that is so beautiful that it does not exist.

The novel is written by Faust, a famous writer of the Weimar Federation.

Although the Odin people are not good at art, they are good at music and literature.

The novel records the love of boys and girls in beautiful words.

Vina and Berti want to give everything for each other.

Even life.

The girl Vina and the boy Berti went on an outing together, adventured, looked at the stars back to back under the bright moonlight, and talked about their hearts.

However, when the girl expected Berti to confess, Berti said guiltily that he already had a favorite object, who was a neighbor who grew up together.

Love is as beautiful as a dream. When the day breaks, the dream is over and he must go home.

Sif's heart stops beating, just like the girl Vina in the book.

Love like a meteor comes suddenly and leaves even more suddenly.

Vina leaves Berti angrily.

Since he had someone else in love, she would not bother him.

Time passed quickly.

Vina's father arranged a marriage for her with a young duke.

A few years later, Vina's rich life was dull and boring.

She missed her adventurous life in the past, so she took a carriage on a nostalgic journey under the pretext of traveling.

At the place where she met Berti, she recalled the good memories and wanted to find Berti.

She just wanted to see the boy and see what kind of lover he knew.

However, she heard the bad news.

Berti was dead.

He never had a favorite lover.

After Berti's uncle learned of her identity, he gave the handwritten letter left by the boy to Vina, who was in a complicated mood.

In this letter, Berti confessed to Vina.

He liked the beautiful and cheerful Vina, but he also knew the gap between civilians and nobles. He didn't want love to be polluted by the world, so he chose to leave quietly.

There was no childhood sweetheart. He was a lonely boy until his death.

Sif was moved to tears by the love story of life and death, and choked several times.

After crying, she suddenly realized.

Although there is a gap between nobles and commoners, it is not impossible to get married.

If Berti can choose to marry into the family, he can marry Vina and inherit the surname of Vina's family.

Changing the surname may be a shame, but Berti did not have a surname, so there is no problem in this regard.

This idiot, since they like each other, why don't they make it clear?

Sif was about to condemn this fictional couple, but suddenly thought of Roland.

Sure enough, there are many things that can't be explained clearly.

Vina is the white moonlight in Berti's heart, he would rather give up than let this bright moonlight be covered in dust.

Compared with a wronged marriage, he longs for pure love more.

Sif put down the book, sighed, and opened the second love novel "Blood Rose".

This novel is similar to the previous one.

It is also a pure love between young men and women.

They met through fighting, and fought to protect each other.

When the girl fell into the boy's arms, like a rose soaked in blood, she was finally willing to face her true self.

Unfortunately, they had no time.

"So why wait until you are about to die to tell me!"

Sif muttered softly, suddenly thinking of last night, and suddenly she couldn't speak.

She completely understood the feelings of the heroine in the book.

Some words are really hard to say.

Last night, she thought she was going to die soon, and she was ready to say something to Roland, but she was rescued.

After waking up, the atmosphere was completely wrong, and she couldn't say anything.

Sif wanted to find the answer in the book, but she saw a collection of wrong questions.

So what should she do?

Sif held her chin and pondered for a long time, just like the red rose girl who was dominated by troubles.

After an unknown amount of time, her eyes finally lit up.

No one knows how love lives.

But someone knows how love is buried.

Marriage.

In this case, I will wait for you at the end.