In the Name of the Queen

Sif knew very well that Roland was by no means a cold and heartless person.

It is impossible for him to abandon his sister Lisa, who has been with him for many years and is not related by blood.

With Lisa's appearance and strength, if she wanted to get married, it would be easy to find a good match, but she always remained single.

Single who has an ambiguous relationship with Roland.

Even a blind person can tell that their relationship is unusual.

Sif even believed for a long time that Roland would marry Lisa.

This was the outcome she least wanted to see.

Fortunately she won.

Maybe the elf with a similar appearance in the dream was also the reason why she could win, but it didn't matter.

Winning is far more important than the reason for winning.

She had already won, so of course she could be tolerant of losers, but she couldn't let Roland drive Lisa away.

If she made such a request, no matter whether Roland complied with it or not, she would lose completely.

My mother said that if you cherish your feelings, you should never test them.

Defeating Sophia and surviving is the most important thing.

Of course, she couldn't do nothing.

It would be fine if Alina's subordinates took the initiative to drop the letters, but if it was Alina herself who did it, she would do it herself.

Alina, did you do this?

"Ah sneeze!"

Alina, who was providing knee pillow service to Roland, suddenly sneezed.

Roland, who was enjoying with his eyes closed, sat up suddenly and stared at Alina.

"You don't need to do such small things yourself. You need to rest more."

"I'm fine, but those maids are so clumsy that I can't trust them."

Alina avoided Roland's concerned gaze, her cheeks felt a little hot for some reason.

Can't you find a skilled masseur and a well-behaved maid in the huge Jin Yuan Kingdom?

Of course you can find it.

If Roland hadn't been eager to enjoy the knee pillow and massage she provided, she wouldn't be so bored.

He devoted all his energy to the recovery of Jin Yuan Kingdom, and this enjoyment was still necessary.

It's a pity that she hinted many times to provide Roland with a warm personal maid to accompany him to bed, but she was ruthlessly rejected.

His relationship with Sif is so good.

Like a flawless jade statue, Alina thought silently

For some reason, she always had the urge to smash this perfect statue.

She was startled by her own thoughts, and even recalled the past events of her childhood.

She once owned a very exquisite crystal angel statue.

She liked this angel statue very much and would sleep with it in her arms every day. However, one late night, she could not restrain her impulse and smashed the statue to pieces.

The crisp sound traveled through time and resounded in my ears.

People always have strange thoughts of destruction. Most of the time they can restrain them, but there are always times when they cannot.

Alina's heart beat wildly in shock at this absurd idea.

What is she thinking? Is she a born destroyer or a bad girl?

Or is she just simply jealous of Sif.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Alina immediately rejected this terrible idea.

She would rather admit that she is a bad girl and a destructive maniac than admit that she is jealous of Sif.

Looking at Alina's uncertain expression, which alternated between red and white, Roland knew that this guy had entered a pattern that the girl's mind could not guess.

Seeing that Alina's mood was so unstable, Roland lost interest in enjoying the gentle knee pillow and yawned and said lightly: "It's late at night and I'm sleepy too."

"By the way, isn't there my letter from Hansa?"

"Yes, yes, they are all official letters. Mrs. Elaine will sort them out for you tomorrow morning."

Alina cooed softly.

Are they all official letters?

Roland was full of doubts and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

His last letter to Sif was a standard family letter, and he even composed a love poem to express his longing for her.

Although he and Sif had confirmed their engagement and had taken a crucial step from youth to maturity, they were still newlyweds after all, so they couldn't be such an old couple, right?

There must be something wrong somewhere.

Roland's first subconscious reaction was that Alina withheld the letter, but he quickly dismissed this absurd idea and felt guilty for doubting Alina.

Her eyes were so clean, it was definitely not her.

No one can have such clear eyes after doing something bad.

She may have other ideas, but she can't do such a boring thing.

Just when Roland was thinking wildly, a soft voice came from the door, "Master, Mrs. Elaine has prepared evening tea for you and the Prime Minister. Is it convenient to bring it in now?"

The clock has just pointed to nine o'clock, and the exciting nightlife in Cité City has just begun.

Alina opened her mouth, but did not speak. She looked at Roland with questioning eyes and gave him the choice.

After all, Roland just said he wanted to sleep, and it was a bit impolite for her to make a hasty decision.

Seeing Alina's cautious look, Roland felt inexplicably sad.

Even though he stood at the top of power, controlled the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people, and could determine the direction of the situation on the mainland, the high-spirited Captain Alina disappeared.

Roland said softly: "Let her come in, and bring a few more bottles of wine. You can drink with me. By the way, put on the glasses we had when we first met."

Alina was stunned for a moment, those glasses?

Although it has not been lost, it has been slightly damaged from being tossed around, and she has kept it.

Since it was Roland who needed it, of course she would not refuse.

Alina stood up and said with a smile: "Wait a moment, I'll go look for it. It should be still there."

Of course she wasn't looking for glasses, but she wanted to put on a plain night makeup and bring a few bottles of spirits.

Although there is no reason, she always feels that Roland is in a bad mood today.

At this time, the company of friends and strong liquor are the best partners to relieve worries.

She can probably guess the source of Roland's irritability.

Sylph hasn't written for a long time. It seems that there is really something unhappy between them.

Perhaps a few glasses of strong liquor can make Roland confide his feelings.

If it is a small conflict that is insignificant, she will persuade them not to be serious.

If it is a big conflict that cannot be reconciled.

Although Jinyuan Country cannot find a beautiful woman with excellent appearance and temperament like Sylph, it may be able to make up for the shortcomings with quantity.

In short, if Sussex is not home, Jinyuan can provide it.

She promised.

Opening the door, Alina signaled the maid to push the dining cart in, and gave a few more instructions before hurried to her bedroom.

Looking at the pink face with a little blush in the mirror, Alina's heartbeat was a little rapid.

Is the beauty in the mirror really her?

Every day, the maid helped her to put on her makeup, and she didn't even look at it carefully.

Perhaps it was because she was in high spirits when she was happy, her skin was more radiant than before.

She couldn't help but pinch it herself, it was white and rosy, soft and chewy, and she couldn't help but want to pinch it again.

Alina bit her lip, put on a simple light makeup, and opened the closet.

Hanging here are all top-notch clothes designed and made by famous fashion designers from Jinyuan and Talia.

Rather than clothes, they are more like works of art.

Alina's eyes moved from the left side of the closet to the right side, and fell on the last translucent milky white high-slit long dress.

Her cheeks became even redder.

When she got the dress, she also criticized Mrs. Elaine in a tactful way.

"Elaine, this kind of dress is not suitable for me."

"Miss, it suits you very well, and it can perfectly show your slim curves and enchanting charm."

"Take it, take it away, I don't want it."

So, the dress was hung in a corner of the closet.

Although it has never been worn, it has not been thrown away.

It is indeed a guy who says one thing and means another.

Alina couldn't help but mock the guy who said no but refused to throw away the dress.

Maybe she could try it tonight?

She didn't want to show her elusive beauty to anyone, but Roland was an exception.

After all, they were best friends, and it was reasonable to show off her dazzling brilliance in front of friends occasionally.

Roland wouldn't be tempted anyway.

He already had the most beautiful Sylph in the world.

Thinking of this, Alina was nine points depressed, but also one point unconvinced.

Even if Sylph had the most impeccable beauty in the world, were there only roses in the garden? Who said that the romantic and fiery irises were not worth noting?

Alina turned around and had already changed her clothes.

After a moment of hesitation, she took out a pair of crystal high heels from under the closet.

The fully transparent crystal shoes could lift up the slender jade feet and form a perfect arc.

There was no difference between wearing these shoes and not wearing them, but they were more attractive.

Thinking that Roland couldn't help staring at the crystal shoes, her cheeks became a little more red, and the color of the light pink lipstick was covered.

After changing her clothes, Alina, who was confident in her feminine charm, walked towards Roland's bedroom with her head held high.

This was once the bedroom of the empress of the old empire.

She had already requisitioned the emperor's bedroom. When arranging it for Roland, she didn't think too much and directly arranged the most noble bedroom there. Afterwards, she always felt that something was wrong, but it was not easy to change it.

It would be better if she didn't mention it. Once she mentioned it, Roland would think more about it.

Alina walked into the bedroom with an elegant step and saw Roland holding a wine glass in a daze.

"Sir, excuse me, I am Alina, an international student at the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts. My final assignment is to paint a portrait of a melancholy nobleman. Can you help me?"

A soft voice sounded.

Roland was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that this was the conversation between him and Alina when they first met.

He was not a nobleman at that time, but he is now.

At that time, his mood was not melancholy but he wanted to die, but now he is a little sad.

Time flies so fast.

Roland felt a little sad for no reason, and whispered softly: "I am a high-ranking noble, and the appearance fee is very expensive."

"It doesn't matter, I have money."

Alina sat down opposite Roland and snapped her fingers, and all the magic lights in the room went out.

Red and blue moonlight filled the room, and the candles on the candlesticks were lit one by one.

"The candles are already placed, it would be a waste if they are not lit."

Alina explained with a smile.

Roland did not argue and said that the candles could be recycled if they were not used.

He was no longer the steel straight man, and he could vaguely feel Alina's emotions.

But he also knew that this was not a relationship between a man and a woman.

Unlike Sylph, Alina's affection for him was seven points of gratitude and compensation, two points of friendship between life and death, and at most only one point of ignorant attraction between men and women.

He knew even more that as long as he cast a demanding look, Alina would throw herself into his arms tonight, but he would not do that.

This kind of friendship is complete, and the feeling of not being in love is actually quite good.

More importantly, he doesn't like to use coercion against close people.

Even if it was just a slight coercion.

Perhaps their friendship will deteriorate someday, but not now, not tonight.

Alina dressed up carefully tonight and said the same words as when they first met. It is hard to say whether she has any complicated thoughts, but this is definitely not pure love.

Only when she is with Sif, is there pure attraction between them.

He suddenly felt homesick, missed his wife at home, missed the soft red lips, the passionate embrace under the hot spring, and the ethereal feeling of entering sage mode.

Raising his glass, Roland said loudly: "Okay, tonight I will be your model, but the content of the painting is not a melancholy nobleman, but a husband who misses his wife."

Alina's body trembled slightly and her smile was a little forced.

"Okay, but before painting, I'd like to have a few drinks with you."

"How many drinks can you still hold the paintbrush firmly?" Roland was a little curious.

"Of course. Many artists are half-drunk before creating."

Since Alina said so, Roland naturally would not be pretentious. He poured wine for the two of them and took the initiative to raise the glass.

"All encounters in life are reunions after a long separation. Cheers to the reunion!"

"This sentence is full of philosophy. Cheers to our reunion!" Alina raised her glass in response.

She drank it all in one gulp, and a few drops of scarlet wine slipped down the corners of her lips inadvertently, and went down her fair neck, passing through the deep valley, leaving a mark.

Roland's eyes were a little straight, and his body was slightly warm.

What's going on? Have you really been separated from your beloved wife for too long?

Roland took a sip of wine and tried to wake himself up.

"The short separation is for a better reunion, let's have another drink!"

Roland didn't want to think, he just wanted to be intoxicated.

He decided to go back tomorrow.

He did not want to investigate which link went wrong, nor did he want to say anything detrimental to unity.

He just wanted to see Sif.

Tonight's intoxication is just for a better sobriety tomorrow.

How can anyone who has never been drunk know what it means to be sober?

Roland drank so fast that he didn't even have time to take a few bites of steak.

He drank in a hurry, so Alina had no choice but to accompany him.

The wine prepared tonight was strong alcohol. They drank it in a hurry and naturally got drunk quickly.

The Roland in front of Alina began to shake, and even turned into two or three.

And the beauty in front of Roland suddenly turned into his beloved wife Sif.

He pushed the dining table away with force, held Alina's face in his hands, and was about to kiss her in a daze.

"Uh-huh"

A soft cat-like murmur sounded in my ears.

Roland suddenly woke up.

This is Alina! No, there is definitely something wrong with this wine!

Cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and he subconsciously wanted to push Alina away, but he only saw confused and confused soft eyes.

Damn it, who gave me the medicine?

Roland quickly determined that the condiments added to the wine were emotive potions that could infinitely amplify the desires in his heart.

He originally only had one-third of his primitive instincts, but driven by the potion, he wanted to immediately find a warm and gentle place to clap hard.

Roland pushed Alina away hard.

Although it is rude, it is better than being dominated by regret afterwards.

He knew that he was not a chaste and virtuous woman, but he never wanted to do something ridiculous out of nowhere.

Alina has a special status, and she is not a girl that can be thrown away just for fun.

Don't let the small head dominate the big head.

However, Roland couldn't push Alina away at all. His whole body was weak, and he only held his head high where he shouldn't be hard.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, he used his last strength to say in Alina's ear:

"Come have a few more drinks with me."

Alina's consciousness fell into confusion, and she subconsciously obeyed Roland's request.

Roland used his last strength to unscrew the bottle and drink it down.

Damn it, gotta get drunk tonight.

As we all know, men are only capable of assaulting women when they are pretending to be drunk.

I was really drunk and my blood couldn't flow down, so I couldn't stand up at all.

Roland had a good drinking capacity, but he couldn't hold back such a heavy drink, and he soon became dizzy.

His last conscious memory was that he fell on the bed and fell unconscious.

When he woke up the next day, there was no one next to the bed, only a faint scent of body fragrance.

He suddenly groped into the quilt. Fortunately, although his coat was taken off, his underwear was still there.

Roland shook his head and stood up groggily, always feeling a little chilly in his lower body.

Looking down, he saw that although he was wearing underwear, they were not his own;

Finished.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, unable to bear it.

The blood stains on the pink fabric have dried, but they are a bit shocking.

He stood there blankly and silently put on his new clothes. Looking at the palm-sized cloth and the shocking crimson blood, he didn't know what to say.

Just when he was in a daze, the sound of pushing the door sounded.

He quickly hid the pink cutie behind his back, his heart beating wildly.

Appearing at the door was Alina, whom he never wanted to see.

Looking at Alina's tired and pale face, Roland's heart trembled.

Did they really happen last night?

If it happened, he would be responsible no matter what.

Alina stood in front of him and said softly: "Are you going home?"

"Well, we will fight side by side in the final battle."

"This is the gift I prepared for Queen Sylph and Miss Lisa, you bring it to them."

Alina took out two exquisite boxes and tried to maintain a calm expression.

Roland wanted to be an ostrich, but he still chose to face it.

It has happened, and there is no point in escaping it.

He blushed and took his hands back from behind, holding the damn underwear that didn't belong to him.

"Is this yours?"

"Well, I'll leave it to you as a souvenir." Alina's voice was calm, only trembling slightly.

"We last night."

"Don't worry, nothing happened, you were very drunk." Alina said in a cold tone.

"But."

"No buts, I helped you to the bed, you were already unconscious, and started to tear my clothes, I was so angry that I argued with you, but you were too strong and I couldn't argue with you."

Alina raised her right arm and shrugged, "Look, the blood is coming out from here."

There was a scratch on the white arm.

Roland was stunned for a few seconds, and the smile finally returned to the corner of his lips.

Fortunately, fortunately, he was right, a drunk man couldn't do anything.

Looking at his thankful expression, Alina couldn't help but glare at him fiercely, "Roland, it turns out that nothing happened to me that made you so happy? I remember this insult!"

Since he didn't make a big mistake, Roland naturally let Alina vent.

After Alina punched him hard a few times, her anger also disappeared a little.

"Roland, thank you. You can take a rest today. I still have a lot to ask you. I will take you home tomorrow."

Since Alina said so, Roland would not refuse.

Looking at Alina's back as she left, and then looking down at the pink cutie with blood on her face, he could not help but sigh.

At least at the moment just now, he really felt a little sorry that this was not true.