In the Name of the Queen

In fact, Sif didn't want to dance the first dance with Alina, but she had no choice.

She was the most important guest of the banquet tonight. According to convention, her first dance should be with the Golden Kite country, the host of the banquet.

If Roland wasn't there, she might not care about these things. As long as she didn't take off her gloves when dancing, she could avoid unnecessary physical contact.

But she already had Roland by her side.

Since when, she always considered Roland's thoughts consciously or unconsciously.

Did Roland want her to do this?

She was not sure, but she was very sure that dancing with Alina would not cause discomfort to anyone.

Of course, including herself.

So she took the initiative to invite Alina.

Alina accepted the invitation with a slight surprise.

Although she hoped that Roland would invite her to dance the first dance, this was obviously unrealistic.

Considering the generally conservative style of the Sussex people and the ambiguous relationship between Sif and Roland, walking down the dance floor with Roland in front of Sif would definitely make the queen unhappy.

Sif came to help, and she had no reason to make things difficult for Sif.

In this way, the two of them chose each other as dance partners.

When Alina put her hand on Sif's palm, all the men in the audience looked at her with envy.

The two most feminine and noble ladies in the audience both had dance partners.

These two ladies had special identities, and they would probably only dance one dance, and they could decline any invitations afterwards.

The opportunity to appreciate the peerless beauty of the noble and beautiful ladies up close was gone.

In addition to envy, the guests present were also thinking about another question, which of the two ladies had better feminine charm?

Alina, wearing a purple evening dress that symbolized nobility, was undoubtedly the most dazzling star tonight.

Her soft long hair was slightly tied up, not tied into a woman's bun, and she had both the innocence of an unmarried girl and the charming charm of a mature woman.

Her ivory-like delicate skin shone brightly under the light, making her particularly eye-catching.

Every part of her outfit is ingenious, from the golden iris brooch on her chest to the gold hollow bracelet on her wrist, all of which show the elegance of a ruler and the purity of a young girl.

Her facial features are flawless, and the light golden glasses frame hides the awe-inspiring meaning in her eyes.

No matter how picky a person is, it is difficult to find any flaws in her.

People remembered the story that was circulated all over the country some time ago.

The Vengeance Saint returned from the flames and led everyone on the road to freedom.

Now no one will doubt the existence of the Vengeance Saint.

The Vengeance Saint is Alina, standing in front of everyone at this moment.

Alina is almost flawless, but she is still not perfect.

Because Sif is here.

Alina is only close to perfection, but Sif is the embodiment of perfection.

When people look away from Alina with difficulty and look at her dance partner, their souls seem to solidify in an instant.

She walked slowly from the dimly lit area, like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding, an elf walking out of the sea of ​​flowers and trees.

Sif did not deliberately put on makeup today, only her lips were painted with a light crystal lip gloss.

Her eyes were flowing with strange colors, and she could see clearly but could not distinguish the colors. Her eyes were full of vitality, like a window leading to the sea of ​​flowers.

Her smile was shallow, and the dimples that were about to bloom were full of the vitality of the whole spring.

She did not wear a long dress, but a simple lady's dress.

On this grand night when ladies were trying hard to dress themselves up, she was dust-free but gorgeous, without too much charm, but only calmness to bloom alone.

Her appearance made those carefully dressed ladies look tacky like pink lights.

Even Alina was a little pale in front of her.

Just a simple appearance took away all the colors in the hall, as if reducing the dimensions of others to black and white, and only a few people could still develop colors in her field.

Alina felt this strange change, and she couldn't help but increase the strength of Sif's hand.

Seeing Sif's surprised eyes, she bowed her head slightly and apologized for her gaffe.

"I'm sorry."

Sif smiled and shook her head, reached out and put her arm around Alina's waist, and took the initiative of the dance.

As we all know, social dance requires one person to play the male role.

Alina and Sif are both girls, so it is very delicate to decide who will play the male role.

When they just walked into the dance floor, they were still used to playing the female role, so they subconsciously waited for their "dance partner" to hold their waist and provide support to keep the steps.

When they realized that there was no male partner in this dance, they reached out to each other's waist at the same time.

These actions were originally performed subconsciously, but after remembering that there was a difference between men and women in this dance, their mentality changed a little.

The male dancer controlled the rhythm of the whole dance.

They were more eager to become this key role.

Even if it was just a dance, they wanted to maintain relative dominance in front of each other.

Perhaps it was the natural repulsion of beautiful women, they didn't want to be suppressed by the other party.

Alina was slightly stunned and used force, almost turning the dance into a wrestling match. She was distracted and by the time she reacted, Sif had taken the priority.

Of course she could resist, but using physical moves in an elegant dance was too rude.

What's more, Sif's personal combat power was far superior to hers.

She had just touched the threshold of the seventh level and stepped half a foot in, and Sif's strength was outstanding even among the seventh level.

If she resisted, she would be the one to be taken down.

That would be even more embarrassing.

Having lost the initiative, Alina had no choice but to follow Sif's rhythm and dance gracefully.

There were more than a dozen pairs of dancers spinning irregular circles on the dance floor.

The men's eyes were cast on Alina and Sif, and for a moment they didn't know whether to envy Alina who was hugged or Sif who was temporarily acting as a male dancer.

The ladies bit their red lips, envious and a little jealous.

They dressed up carefully, chose the best dresses and jewelry, because they wanted to show themselves at the first dinner after the new ruler came to power, not to be someone's foil.

Even if the foil was Alina the Liberator and Sif, Count of Tyrone.

Everyone is the protagonist of his own life, who is willing to be a foil?

Everyone present is a social elite, an upper-class person who controls resources.

For men, who are used to being the center of attention, occasionally playing the supporting role is a new experience. By the way, they can also appreciate the top beauties of the two powerful countries, which is also a rare joy.

But for these ladies, those who take away their gorgeous colors are undoubtedly hateful.

They quickly thought of the scandal between Roland and the Queen, and their originally tense faces finally relaxed a little.

In the face of absolute power, a beautiful body is just a plus point, not an absolute advantage.

Although there are many people who know that Sif is Sylph, there are not many.

Most of the ladies attending the banquet tonight do not know.

They are even secretly happy that Sif can only meet Roland secretly without Queen Sylph.

This mentality is very common.

If you can't get it yourself, then hope that others can't get it either, so that there will be balance.

Sif doesn't care about these looks.

She stared at Alina, not giving Alina any chance to change her role.

This is a dance floor. There is a kind of unspoken tacit understanding between them, and they don't use movements beyond dance to fight for the initiative.

Sif had taken the initiative, but Alina was not without opportunities.

With a light dance step, Alina tried to use a spinning movement to get rid of Sif's hateful slender hands and put her hands on her waist.

However, she could not find any opportunities at all.

In terms of fighting, Sif was indeed an outstanding talent.

Every time she danced, she could easily avoid the direction of Alina's force, making Alina's force that could be used under the dance rules all fall into vain.

She was like a clear spring. No matter how strong Alina's hands were, they could only splash a few water drops in the spring.

Just as they were competing with each other through dance moves, Lisa, who was dancing with Roland next to them, frowned and looked at them.

"They are not right."

Lisa whispered softly.

Roland squinted his eyes. He was not blind, so of course he could see that something was wrong.

These two guys went to the battlefield with machetes and chopped dozens of enemies without sweating. Now, just a dance, fine sweat has seeped out of their foreheads, which is obviously abnormal.

Roland and Lisa looked at each other and said at the same time:

"They are fighting!"

"They are wrestling!"

Although they are not using the same words, they have basically the same idea.

Roland was even more puzzled. Although the relationship between these two people was not very good, they were at least well-known politicians. They would not fight at the ball, right?

For people of their level, there must be a reasonable reason for the conflict.

Roland fell into deep thought.

Sif supported helping Alina to restore her country, but she just hoped to get more benefits after the war.

If it was just this little conflict, they would not confront each other at the ball. Everyone could sit down and talk slowly.

Although he found the problem, Roland did not intend to take action.

It would be better if he did not persuade them. Once he intervened, it would be even more out of control.

As we all know, the most unstoppable thing for girls to persuade when they fight is the man who has a good relationship with them. It would be better if he did not persuade them. Once he persuaded them, it would be endless.

As long as he dared to persuade them, the two girls would temporarily put aside the conflict, but they would immediately throw out a soul-stirring question.

"Which side are you on?"

Answering in the middle is definitely not okay, and standing in line is definitely not okay.

The only way is to use various means to fool around according to the situation at that time.

Roland asked himself that he didn't have such ability, so he simply didn't cause trouble.

Fortunately, the dance music only lasted for a few minutes, so there was no real fight.

When the time was up, everyone returned to their positions, and the matter was over.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, not paying attention to his feet, and accidentally stepped on Lisa.

Before he apologized, Lisa had already pressed her fingertips on his lips.

"You don't need to apologize for such a small matter. Are you guessing the reason for their conflict?"

Roland's eyes lit up.

He didn't understand girls, but Lisa was a girl of the same age as them, so she must understand.

"Yes, do you know the reason?"

"Of course, I understand girls' minds better than you." Lisa was full of confidence, lowered her voice, and slowly moved close to Roland's ear.

The moist air lingered around his ears, a little itchy, and aroused Roland's gossip heart.

"Hurry up and tell me."

Lisa coughed lightly, leaned close to his ear, and said softly: "They all like you, so they fought."

Roland: "."

He was wrong indeed. He shouldn't listen to Lisa's nonsense about such things.

"Sister, do you see that over there?"

"Yes, it's the delicious seafood buffet that has just been served."

"Go over there later and eat as much as you can. Don't worry about anything else."

Lisa smiled and nodded, but still a little confused, "Then what?"

"Nothing, just eat more and talk less."