In the Name of the Queen

The champagne was not opened after all.

Lisa believed that life should always have a sense of ritual, and she insisted on opening the champagne in the new house.

"Such good champagne, wouldn't it be a waste if we drink it in this dim and narrow restaurant?"

Roland could not refute Lisa's reason.

Under the high-sounding reason, she actually had her own selfish motives.

She wanted to invite her former "good sisters" to taste champagne together.

Of course, she knew that their plastic sisterhood had long since disappeared.

She even heard their secret discussions behind her back more than once.

There were all kinds of things.

Some of the words were particularly unpleasant. Some people said that she was Roland's lover, and some people were sure that Roland would abandon her sooner or later.

Although the first sentence was unpleasant, she was not angry, after all, they were innocent.

The second sentence was intolerable and must be fought back.

The more others hoped that she would not live well, the more she had to live a glamorous life.

Not only did she have to live in a new house, but she also became an extraordinary person that they had to look up to.

She even thought of a way to accidentally expose her extraordinary abilities.

Her special ability is [Fire Control], which is very suitable for accidental exposure.

It's not that Lisa is a bad person, it's just that her sister started it first.

People may not be jealous of the empress who lives in a distant palace and has a good life, but they will definitely explode because of their "good sisters".

After confirming that Lisa is in good health, Roland hurried out.

Today is the submission day, so he has to leave early.

He knows Lisa's little thoughts very well, but he won't stop her.

Girls are fighting, why should he get involved.

There is no right or wrong in this matter, and there is no need to make a big deal out of it.

Once the champagne for celebration is opened, it can be regarded as a farewell to the past.

There is always a simple friendship, and there is a sisterhood that has deteriorated.

Just as he was about to find Sif, the carriage had arrived. Sif lifted the curtain, and he jumped on the carriage and sat down opposite.

Sitting in the carriage, Roland looked at Sif with some surprise, and the more he looked, the more he felt that she was a little different from yesterday.

"Is there something wrong with my face?"

"Yes, and it's very big. I'm at a loss for words about your beauty."

Sif seemed to be in a good mood today, and Roland was in a good mood too, and he was much more unrestrained when joking.

"You have good taste." Sif pursed her lips slightly, and a smile rippled in her dimples.

Although she was indeed the most beautiful girl in the world certified by the magic mirror, Sif suddenly realized that it was a bit immodest to admit it directly, and quickly changed the subject.

"You seem to be in a good mood, what's the good news?"

Sif asked with a smile.

Only in front of Roland could she unload all her burdens and enjoy a relaxing moment.

No teacher taught her what to do.

No one stared at her words and deeds.

No one stared at her power cake and wanted to take a big bite.

Well, okay, Roland also stared at the power cake, but in Roland's eyes, he was staring at the power in the hands of Her Majesty the Queen, which had nothing to do with her.

I guess this is pure friendship.

This feeling is really good.

To Roland, she was not the uncrowned queen, not the queen's close minister, nor a noble of prominent origin.

She was Sif, and only Sif.

She didn't have to maintain boring etiquette in front of Roland, she was really free.

"Do you remember Lisa?"

Roland asked casually.

Sif was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly: "Is it the girl you live with? Are you happy because of her?"

Although Lisa had nothing to do with her, she felt a little irritated for some reason, and her tone was a little more serious.

"Roland, you are only eighteen years old this year, and your career is still on the rise. As long as you can assist Her Majesty the Queen, your future is limitless."

After a pause, she said firmly: "When we achieve our goal, you can at least be awarded the title of hereditary earl. It will not be too late to consider the issue of marriage carefully at that time."

"I have no intention of interfering in your private life. I am just reminding you from a friend's perspective that with your future, you can definitely marry a real noble girl."

"If it is a physiological need, it is actually very easy to satisfy. I can help you buy a few maids with good looks. You can tell me directly what type you like. Don't be embarrassed."

Roland: "."

Although Sif was stacking armor crazily, it can be seen that she was a little anxious.

He could understand Sif's mood.

In the past few days, small troubles have come one after another.

Roland has proved that he is not inferior to Walder in strategy and has better adaptability.

He has a high value of united front.

In the small exile team, Queen Sylph plays the role of team leader and beautiful vase, while Roland plays the role of chief think tank.

Sif is the liaison and the incarnation of the queen, and she and the mysterious White Rose Knight are both responsible for the team's combat power.

Under the premise that Walder is old and must stay in the imperial capital, Roland is the backbone of this team.

Sif certainly does not want the core of the team to lose their brains because of love.

Roland accepts her opinion.

Wait

What nonsense is this guy talking about? He just mentioned Tilisa's name, why did he go here?

He looked at Sif with a serious expression and said in the most serious tone:

"Sif, I will only say this once, Lisa and I are relatives without blood ties. Our parents have passed away. We have lived together for these years and are closer than siblings."

"I am happy because she became a transcendent, just yesterday."

"Sif, I know the priorities and will not be distracted. Please trust me."

Roland's serious statement made Sif a little embarrassed.

She whispered: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you and her parents had both encountered accidents. I also lost my parents, and I understand you very well."

Seeing Sif's whispered explanation, Roland was speechless.

Good guy, can you find resonance in this matter?

Seeing Sif's somewhat flustered eyes, Roland's tone was also gentle.

"Sif, we are friends, there is no need to say sorry. We have common interests, and we should also have mutual trust beyond interests."

Roland's comfort made Sif feel much better.

After learning that Lisa's special ability is [Flame Control], her mouth was filled with the joy of harvest.

"That's great, element control is the most extraordinary ability close to magic. Miss Lisa's frontal combat ability is limitless."

"No, I won't allow her to go to the battlefield, never!"

Roland, who has always been easy-going, suddenly became extremely stubborn.

"Miss Sif, if we still can't form a strong fighting force under the banner of the Queen, it's because of our thinking, not because we lack a chef who can play with fire."

"I don't want her to get close to the battlefield, not even in danger."

Thinking of his unfortunate father who was integrated with the earth but theoretically in a "missing" state, Roland's tone was somewhat furious.

He would not allow his relatives to be hurt, not even in the form of hidden dangers.

Roland's attitude was almost rude, not like the common people who were submissive in front of the nobles.

But Sif was not angry, and even envied Lisa who was protected by Roland.

She bit her lip and asked softly: "What about me? Are you willing to see me on the battlefield?"

"You are proficient in imperial swordsmanship, and your fighting ability is crucial to His Majesty and the team."

Roland said calmly: "If necessary, you really have to take action."

Sif's rosy cheeks instantly lost their color.

Protecting and caring for Lisa, it's you who's doing it.

This double standard is too naked, don't you even want to pretend?

In his eyes, the so-called friend is not as good as a feather compared to the sister who is closer than blood relatives.

What a disappointment, Roland!

Sif clenched her fists and tried to adjust her breathing to prevent herself from losing her composure.

As she was deeply managing her expression, Roland's voice gradually softened.

"When you really make a move, the enemy will definitely jump over my body. Then I will not be able to protect you. You can only pray for God's blessing."

Sif's clenched fists gradually loosened, and her cheeks were dyed into late autumn maple leaves by the morning sun.