The Golden Age: Colotia I

"You can't go on like this." Milo stood in front of Margaret I and said coldly but respectfully to the girl who was putting on makeup, "You will destroy yourself."

He sighed in his heart. Sure enough, as Olivier said, within half a year, this girl became another person. She was not as keen on power as Ludwika, but she also didn't care about these things, what she cared about , maybe only she knows what it is.

"So what?" Margaret I didn't even turn her head. "I don't even care about myself. Why do you care so much? Besides, as long as this country is in my hands, who will do what I do? Tube?"

She turned her head, stared at him fixedly, and suddenly smiled frivolously, her clear eyes were hidden under the powder and long and thick eyelashes: "Why do you always bother me?"

"Because of His Majesty Alfred III's will, I will always put Erebonia first, and you are now the monarch of Erebonia." Milo raised his head and replied lightly .

Margaret I's face suddenly turned red, and then suddenly turned pale, she suddenly smiled: "It's a pity, there are very few people in this world who care about me, I thought you fell in love with me... ..."

"You're joking." Milo remained calm, "Emperors don't need love."

Margaret I continued to turn her head to make up, her voice suddenly became cold and severe: "...If there is nothing else, you can leave. I don't want to hear what you said in the future."

"You must come to the ball tonight, this is the emperor's order."

"But……"

"No but!" Margaret I said coldly.

Milo was silent, and then he said, "Yes...the minister complies."

"But Your Majesty, I have to say, I hope you take care of your health. The prince of the empire must be born after your marriage."

What answered him was the sound of the silver comb hitting the ground: "Get out!"

Milo backed out without saying a word.

Just after he withdrew, Margaret I stared blankly at herself in the mirror. The girl was pale and gloomy, and the color of lust emerged on her body. She suddenly fell down on the dressing table, unwilling to look to yourself in the mirror.

Is this still brother Ole's favorite little sister?she does not know.

Emperors don't need love!No need for love!Milo's words resounded in her heart over and over again, and every time she heard them, she trembled violently all over.

"But... I need love..." she whispered softly, "I need a lot of love..."

Tears rolled down from her dry eye sockets, she wiped them vigorously and straightened her waist.

"What do I want them for?" She smiled at herself in the mirror. "Power gets me what I want, doesn't it?"

Milo wondered if Olivier had mind reading skills.

He had just made up his mind, but when he opened the door, he saw Olivier sitting behind his desk, and his adjutant was tightly bound by him, with a ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that!" Facing Milo's gaze, Olivier quickly raised his hand and said innocently, "He won't let me in...well, it's my fault!" Following Milo Luo's eyes changed, and he hastily added.

After appeasing the poor adjutant, Milo was finally able to helplessly ask Olivier: "Why did you come here?" He had a little understanding of Mulla's mood...

"I thought you would want to see me." Olivier replied, his eyes became sharper, "You have entered the palace and met Margot." He did not use interrogative sentences, but said in an affirmative tone.

"...Yes, I saw His Majesty." Milo was silent for a moment before replying.

"She's pretty bad right now, isn't she?"

"..."

"Look, what has become of my sister," Olivier smiled slightly, but his eyes were cold, "I said it earlier, but you didn't listen, and now you see the consequences .”

"Heh... do you want to put yourself on the moral high ground and condemn me?" Milo said coldly, "Aren't you just watching from the sidelines?"

"Then how about I make some remedies now?" Olivier didn't care about the attack on himself in Milo's words, he generously admitted, "It is indeed my fault in this situation," he spread his hands , "But I can make up for it all now."

"How are you going to make it up?"

"...I need you, Milo." He approached him and looked deeply into his indifferent black eyes, "I need your help to ascend this throne."

"To overthrow an emperor for the second time?"

"Yes, you understand, Milo." Olivier's eyes suddenly showed a deep sadness, but it was fleeting, replaced by firmness and fortitude, and Milo seemed to be in a trance. He saw Mu La's eyes in his eyes.

"Margot is one of the people in this world that I don't want to hurt the last..." he whispered, "but I have to do it, it's my responsibility, whether it's as an older brother or as a 'golden horse' A member of the family!"

He looked at Milo sincerely: "You know, you know very well that now only I can be the leader of this country's future."

"I can, and must, lead Erebonia into a new future."

"Help me, in the name of Brother Al, in the name of Mulla, help me." He looked directly into his dark eyes and said frankly and sincerely.

In his gaze, Milo shuddered, not from fear, he had never been afraid of anything, but from a kind of inner excitement and agitation, he didn't know where it came from, but he knew , many years later, he will not regret this decision.

"...how do you want me to help you?"

"First of all, help me to meet Margo." Olivier smiled.

"What do you want from me?" After a night of joy, Margaret I leaned tiredly on her soft couch, her clothes were messy, and an ambiguous aura emanated from her. With tired eyes, he said impatiently to Milo in front of him, "If you still want to persuade me, go back."

"No, Your Majesty, there is someone who wants to see you." Milo did not back away, but instead asked all the maids to back off. The girls knew that the newly promoted General Van der was as awkward as his uncle, so Retired with the acquiescence of Margaret I.

"Come on, it's just the two of us now, who wants to see me?" Margaret I giggled, stretched out her hand to caress Milo's face, her voice suddenly became sweet and greasy, "Or ...is there no such person at all?"

"Margo... my dear."

This voice shocked Margaret I, it was so familiar!And so strange!Her eyes widened, and a man with a hood and cape came out from behind Milo, a figure she hadn't seen for a long time.

"O...Brother Ole..." Margaret looked at the face hidden in the dark, and murmured, in disbelief, the title that hadn't been heard for a long time.

Milo backed away soundlessly.

Only the two of them were left in that gorgeous palace room. Marguerite couldn't stop trembling slightly. Olivier walked over, looking at the heavy makeup on his sister's pale cheeks with pain and pity, his eyes followed With her pointy chin down, she saw her messy hair and the red mark on her neck, intense sadness hit his heart, he reached out and stroked her face: "How could you become... like this ?”

Margaret's lips also trembled, Olivier's eyes made her feel that she had nothing to hide, a kind of dirty shame flooded her heart, she suddenly didn't want to see Olivier anymore, he reminded her of that The self that has disappeared, but the loving eyes make her unable to move her eyes away. How long has no one looked at her with such loving eyes, she is like a person who has been frozen for too long, a little warmth makes her There is burning pain.

After a while, she slapped Olivier's hand off, turned around and said coldly, "What are you doing back?" She gritted her teeth and sneered, "You want to drive me off the throne? There is no one here anymore." It's time! You're too late!"

"Yes, I came back too late...sorry, Margo."

Marguerite trembled, but she still turned her back stubbornly to Olivier.

After this girl has been suppressed by power for so many years, forbearance has given her stamina and resilience that ordinary people cannot match. Once she gains supreme power, this huge power makes her irresistible. The "Golden Army Horse" family has never lacked in power games winner, and she is the winner.

"Because you came back so late...you are no longer needed here, and neither am I." She said to her brother who she was most attached to.

"...you are wrong, Margot." Olivier grabbed her shoulders (the child was dressed topless), turned her to face him, he looked into her eyes, "what you need Too much……"

He sighed and hugged her tightly, "For example, this is what you need most now."

The girl's thin shoulders trembled in his warm embrace as if afraid of the cold.

"What should I say, my dear?" His soft voice sounded softly in her ear like coaxing a child.

Margaret opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. She seemed to have returned to the time when she was pretending to be deaf and dumb. One hand was gently combing her hair. There was a bang in her heart, as if The floodwaters that broke the embankment poured out.

Finally, she opened her mouth, her voice trembling and hoarse, she said, "Brother...Brother..."

"Welcome back, I...I miss you so much."

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