In the Name of the Queen

"A-choo!"

Roland, who was enjoying the sea voyage and waiting for Lisa to prepare coffee, sneezed suddenly.

Lisa, who was helping him stir the coffee, put down the spoon and looked at Roland with concern.

"Roland, are you okay? You don't have a cold? No, no, there is a shortage of medicines at sea. Once you catch a cold, it will be very dangerous. I will go and make you brown sugar ginger soup."

Lisa stood up hurriedly and prepared to go to the kitchen.

"Don't be busy, I'm fine. Maybe there are too many enemies and someone scolds me behind my back."

Roland smiled and casually pulled Lisa's sleeve, motioning her to sit down.

Lisa lowered her head slightly, watching Roland grabbing her impolitely, but keeping the bottom line and only grabbing her sleeve without taking the opportunity to touch her hand, her expression was a little trance.

Her memory floated back to the past.

About two or three years ago, Roland's body grew stronger and stronger, and his height was far taller than hers, and she could no longer look him straight in the eye.

It was from this time that Roland began to have an ignorant throbbing for girls.

Unfortunately, his family was poor and he didn't even have his own house. Most girls of his age wouldn't let him hold their delicate hands.

Perhaps because he was too hungry, Roland would always secretly create opportunities to touch her when he was with her.

As a sister, although her heartbeat would speed up due to accidental touches, she always acquiesced.

She was always unwilling to let Roland suffer any grievances.

Fortunately, Roland was very sensible and never pushed too far. He was satisfied just by smelling her gentle breath and occasional accidental collisions.

Realizing that her brother was growing up, Lisa played the role of an elder sister attentively, helping him find a partner who could meet all his needs.

She could sense that Roland was anxious, and she was anxious for him.

However, Roland seemed to be anxious but not anxious. The objects he helped to find either refused to meet or did not follow up after meeting.

Until Sif appeared.

I don't know since when, Roland's physical contact with her became less and less.

If it was in the past, he would probably take the opportunity to hold her and gently stroke her delicate wrist, and put his palm against hers.

But now there is a layer of not too thick cloth between them.

Although it was not too thick, it made Lisa feel the distance. She felt a little sad. It was like this when Sif was not around, how distant she would be if she was around.

Lisa finished a bitter romance novel in her mind in a flash, and her increasingly delicate and sensitive heart trembled slightly.

"Sister, sit down." Roland had no idea that she was imagining the novel, and smiled and motioned her to sit down.

Lisa looked at Roland's clear eyes and didn't know what to say for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, she inexplicably said, "No, even if there is only a slight possibility, we can't be careless. I'll go make ginger soup now!"

Breaking free from Roland's hand, Lisa quietly left the room.

Before leaving, she muttered in the softest voice: "Calling sister makes me look old, just call me Lisa from now on."

Looking at Lisa's back as she left, Roland was thoughtful.

He didn't think so much just now, but just reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

He and sister Lisa were close, so there was no need to be so shy.

If it happened to be a wrist, he wouldn't mind enjoying the momentary warm touch of the smooth skin. If it was clothes, then it was clothes.

Just when he almost skipped this episode, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

No, what Sister Lisa said just now was very problematic.

He remembered very clearly that just over a year ago, Lisa repeatedly emphasized that Roland should call her sister, saying that not calling her sister was disrespectful and too distant.

It's only been over a year, and Sister Lisa is only in her early twenties. Does she think that the title of sister is old?

Of course not, she must have some ideas.

Although the accuracy rate of guessing a girl's mind is very low, Roland still uses his brain.

Sister Lisa is not any other girl, she is the neighbor sister who grew up with him, and he knows her.

Thinking of Lisa's bold guess that "Alina is his lover" not long ago, Roland suddenly realized.

He really understood this time.

Lisa was hinting that he should be restrained and not let Sif get jealous and ruin the overall situation.

Helping Alina return to the country to seize power will definitely make Sif feel unhappy. If they get too close, Sif might really get angry.

Although this is not a romantic drama, misunderstandings can be resolved, but it is always better to have no misunderstandings.

Thank you, sister Lisa.

Sister Lisa still loves him the most. She introduced him to a girlfriend before, and now she helps him get closer to Sif.

She certainly has selfish motives in doing this, but she cares more about him.

He will not live up to this deep affection.

"I want it all" is not the ravings of a madman, but his solemn promise.

But he also knows that he is now alone and there are beautiful girls of the same age around him. Sif will definitely worry about him, and he must reassure Sif.

After thinking about it, he thought of the right answer.

He took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote a passionate handwritten letter that was almost a love letter.

There is no sentence describing love in the whole article, but the longing is completely immersed between the lines.

I am worthy of being the great writer of Sussex.

Roland was very satisfied with the letter.

After writing the letter, he rang the bell to call his adjutant Dodge, asking him to use the few remaining pigeons on the ship to urgently send a letter to Sif.

"Remember, use at least three pigeons to fly in different directions to ensure that the letter is delivered back."

Dodge saluted decisively, but still couldn't help reminding Roland, "Governor, pigeons can only fly based on memory. They have to cross the Golden Kite territory to return home, and there is a risk of being captured."

"I know, so to ensure safe delivery, let you use three pigeons."

Roland's answer was very calm.

Dodge was a little speechless, because this was not what he reminded. Although the leader may not like his subordinates to talk too much, it is his duty to remind the leader, so he can only make it clear.

"Governor, I mean, are you not worried about leaks?"

"Don't worry, even if it falls into Marco's hands, he won't understand it." Facing Dodge's doubts, Roland was full of confidence.

Since the governor has said so, continuing to persuade is questioning.

Dodge took the three letters written by Roland and sealed with wax and left quickly.

He just walked out of the cabin and was about to look for the pigeons. He stopped suddenly and thought about it carefully and walked towards Bridges' command cabin.

Holding Roland's handwritten letter, Dodge reported to Bridges and asked whether he would follow it completely.

Bridges glared at the adjutant without hesitation and warned him seriously: "Dodge, I hope you remember that Governor Roland is our direct superior, and his orders must be carried out without compromise."

"If there is such a thing in the future, just carry it out directly. If it is convenient, let me know afterwards. If it is not convenient, don't tell me."

"The Governor is wise and decisive. How could he not consider everything? It's okay for you to remind the Governor, but don't be smart!"

Dodge shivered violently when he rarely saw Bridges' serious expression.

He knew what Bridges meant by being smart.

Of course, it was not to remind the Governor to keep it secret. This was his duty as an adjutant, and he did nothing wrong.

Being smart means not to immediately carry out the Governor's order, but to come to Bridges for instructions.

Dodge was sweating and left quickly.

Looking at his back as he left, Bridges just shook his head.

If he had a different leader, Dodge would have done the right thing. If you ask for instructions and report more, you don't have to take responsibility. This is to protect yourself.

But Roland is not an ordinary leader.

He has a sharp eye and can see through people's hearts and minds.

Under Governor Roland, don't think about these things, just do your job well.

Looking at the blue sky and sea outside the window, Bridges suddenly became curious. What did the Governor write in the letter?

Based on his understanding of Roland, he would definitely not write a letter from afar without saying anything important.

He would most likely send a signal of action to Her Majesty the Queen, and use the agreed code.

These codes must be clever enough to mislead Marco when the letter falls into his hands.

Even the shooting down of a pigeon may be within the consideration of Governor Roland.

He is worthy of being the Governor, so calculating!

Bridges thought silently.

"A-choo!"

Roland, who was reading in the top cabin, sneezed again.

Lisa, who happened to come in with brown sugar ginger soup, saw this scene and stared at Roland with a stern face.

"You said you didn't catch a cold, but why did you sneeze continuously? Extraordinary people are not immune to diseases. There have been painful lessons in history. Be obedient and drink the ginger soup first. I'll ask the doctor to prescribe medicine for you later."

"Got it, Lisa." Faced with Lisa's concern, Roland had to accept it with a smile.

"What Lisa, you don't even recognize your sister after becoming the governor? Call me sister Lisa from now on!"

Lisa put the ginger soup on the table, her cheeks slightly red.

Roland stared at her in amazement, his big eyes full of confusion.

He didn't say anything, but questioned with his eyes.

Just half an hour ago, Lisa asked him very seriously not to call her sister, but to call her Lisa. He obeyed very obediently, but Lisa changed her mind again?

He knew that girls' minds were hard to guess, but was it that hard?

Looking at Roland's puzzled look, Lisa bit her lip and started to play tricks.

"We girls are so fickle, isn't it okay?"

Okay, of course.

It's a big fool to argue with a girl who must be treated gently.

Roland was not a fool. He picked up the soup bowl and began to gulp down the ginger soup, using the soup drinking action to cancel the plot dialogue that could have been skipped if it was in the game.

Seeing Roland's well-behaved appearance, Lisa's lips slightly raised and she let out a long breath.

Just now in the kitchen, she suddenly figured it out.

She was really stupid, really.

With Roland's unstoppable talent and ever-expanding power and status, he will definitely have more than one partner by his side in the future.

Even if his wife is the queen, it won't change.

Miss Sif was born in the royal family since she was a child, so she can probably accept it.

Roland has more than one wife or lover, but there is only one sister who transcends family affection.

Originally a unique sister Lisa, she wants to become a couple Lisa who can never compete with Sif and Alina. It's really stupid.

What does she want? Of course, to be with Roland forever.

In addition, she also hopes to have an irreplaceable position in Roland's heart.

A sister whose family affection has deteriorated but who is not related by blood is obviously more precious than an ordinary lover.

She figured it out, and Roland was confused.

But it didn't matter. What mattered was that she would be his sister for life and take care of him forever.

Putting down the bowl of ginger soup, Roland was hesitating to find something to say, but Lisa, who was sitting opposite him, leaned over.

They were getting closer and closer.

Roland's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

He was not worried that Lisa would do something strange, but was confused by her leapfrog thinking today.

Facing Lisa getting closer and closer, he finally figured it out.

He and Sister Lisa will never be separated in this life. In this case, does it matter what you call her?

As long as Lisa likes it, she can call him anything.

Her slender fingertips touched Roland's cheek, and Lisa's fingers stayed at his lips, picking away a strand of licorice residue, just like she helped Roland pick away the rice grains stuck to his mouth in the past few years.

Time seems to have never changed.

It has been a long time since I looked Roland in the eyes so closely.

Looking at the clarity flowing in his deep eyes, Lisa smiled with relief.

No matter how prominent Roland's status is outside, he is still himself when he returns home.

Lisa subconsciously stretched out her other hand, but forgot that she was supporting herself on the table with her hand, and even forgot how close she was to Roland.

The moment she raised her left hand, her upper body lost its center of gravity and fell forward.

Facts have proved that even smart and sensitive girls will be particularly slow when they are confused, and even forget the skills they have, and extraordinary people are no exception.

Although Lisa didn't use screaming to replace the brakes, her mind was blank.

She fell towards Roland very naturally and fell into his arms.

Holding the warm and soft sister Lisa, looking at her shy and trembling eyes, feeling the less than five centimeters between their lips, Roland suddenly understood.

He may not understand girls, but he can read the atmosphere.

Sister Lisa is an extraordinary person, how could she be so dull as to forget to support herself with both hands when falling? This is what Lisa wants.

If a girl pretends to fall and throws herself into his arms but is ruthlessly pushed away, she will probably lose face.

Even if she doesn't hate because of love, she will at least be depressed.

Thinking of Lisa's repeated entanglements in the address, Roland certainly understands what she wants.

Both sister and lover.

Lisa can't compete for the title of wife, but she is unwilling to lag behind in everything, so she does this.

Roland hugged Lisa's shoulders tightly, and the distance between the two became closer and closer, until their lips touched everything, and there was no longer any alienation.

Hot tears rolled down Lisa's cheeks.

What happened today was not what she expected, but the end was exactly the same.

Is this fate?

Lisa closed her eyes and immersed herself in the manipulation of fate, unable to extricate herself.