【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

After confirming that the emperor's condition was generally stable, they walked out of the room.

Shutterai and the others almost burst into tears after seeing the undamaged and unscratched Gilfies, and although the emperor was still stern, everyone could see that he had returned to normal.

So the knight who rescued the swan was not blinded, and the world still makes sense.

The emperor did not give the order to pursue the Allied troops, but the flank troops continued to shell hard until the enemy was completely out of range.And up to this point in time, the consumption of this team has exceeded 7%, while the loss of the emperor's fleet is within 15%.If you add the 1000 ships brought by Jillfies who came suddenly, they still almost maintain their original strength.

Judging by the degree of damage... Huberian definitely won't be able to run very far.It should disintegrate in the starry sky as it advances. Whether the crew on board can survive depends purely on personal luck.

But it doesn't matter.It doesn't even matter if Yang lives or dies.The important thing is that this battle will soon become news and be made public, letting everyone know that the alliance's invincible trump card has been completely lost to the emperor, and there is no possibility of winning it back in the future. Everything is irreparable.

The emperor did not feel that he had won.Even from the beginning of this war, he felt that he was just beating the opponent unilaterally by virtue of his absolute advantage in national power, and he didn't even need to pay too much attention to rules and regulations.

If Yang could be given such a hard condition, then he might have already stayed overnight in the VIP room on Hyperion.The emperor thought so.

But to be honest, he was quite happy.Although he was once very unwilling and excited, but now a certain feeling as if he had suddenly got his wish sprouted from the bottom of his heart, which made him feel that his depression was gone and his future was bright.

And this fulfillment is undoubtedly due to the extremely heroic and decisive decision of Jillfies.At the same time, this person also gave him a lot of spiritual strength.

So now the emperor even has such an illusion: as long as Gilfies is always by his side, he will never lose.

It really filled him with joy.

After handling everything with higher efficiency than usual, and ordering to start an operation to find the last loyal spy of the alliance within the entire ship, the emperor took Gilfies to his office.Then he ordered everyone to go down, and started an unexpected and precious solitude with his grand duke, and at the same time, he was not sure how long it would last.

But he actually didn't know what to do, so at the beginning he just stood in front of the other party and blushed enthusiastically.

Of course, Gilfies is not a master of love, but as a fully developed human being, he can still understand why the emperor blushes so frequently.And he really misses each other.

So he walked over a few steps, stood in a position that couldn't be closer to the emperor, nodded his head and looked at the blond-haired, mature and charming childhood playmate in front of him.

After a few seconds of silence, he put his arms around his lower back and bent down.

But he didn't mean to kiss the Emperor—then Reinhard felt himself being hugged.His viewing angle was raised a lot, the not-so-high ceiling in the cabin was closer, and the feeling of looking down on Gilfies was also a bit novel and fun.

"...Are you coaxing me? I'm not a child." The emperor touched his cheek and said to him, and secretly asked himself to be as calm as possible.

"I'm coaxing you not because you're a child or not." Gilfies shook him intentionally, the emperor gave a little startled cry, and had to hold his shoulders to keep his balance, and couldn't help laughing at the same time.The feeling of jumping and excitement prompted him to lower his head and hug his head, and gave him a very rare kiss on his own initiative.Gilfies felt that the emperor's long hair spread down from both sides like a curtain, enveloping him, and the heavy weight in his hand finally dispelled the boring uneasiness that had been lingering in his heart for a long time.

It's all in your own hands - the feeling really couldn't be better or more grounded.

Then he indulged in the smell of his muscat for a long time.

He kisses his lips, bites him half-heartedly, sticks his tongue in his mouth, licks his teeth and palate, and invites him to do similar things.Soon they were entangled violently, and Reinhardt also let go of his reserve and enjoyed it unrestrainedly. Several times, Gilfies let out a laugh because of his greedy expression.

By the time they let go of each other, a somewhat misty expression appeared on the emperor's face, as if covered in mist.Gilfies wasn't much better.

And his head already looked like a ball of red wool that had been played with by cats for hours.

Looking at his messy hair, with almost all the partings gone, the emperor laughed.He raised his hand and tugged at his bangs, and said to him, "Put me down, I'm too tired."

"But I don't want to let it go." Gilfies smiled.But then the emperor began to pinch his nose: "Put, down, I, I don't want His Royal Highness to strain his muscles."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gilfies complied with the emperor's request with a resigned expression on his face.He looked around, glanced at the chairs, sofa, coffee table, and small round table on one side, and finally walked over and put the emperor on the desk with a bang.

The table is very wide and the legs are fixed directly to the floor.In order to match the height of the emperor, its countertop is made very high, with a generous appearance, classical materials, expensive and sturdy materials, even if you just look at it, you can roughly guess how heavy and stable it is.

The emperor was a little surprised that he would do this, and it also made him have some not-so-serious associations.

"you……"

He hesitated to speak, and at the same time started to blush for the first time today.Gilfies put his arms around his waist without letting go, and naturally stood between his legs that were separated because of sitting, leaned his face over and put it on his shoulders, put his nose against the side of his neck, and pressed his other hand on his lap.

The emperor suddenly felt a little nervous, so he decided to find something to say.

"That day……"

"Huh?" Gilfies replied next to his face.

"What happened to you that night? Why did you send me a message all of a sudden?"

These words made Gilfies raise his head.Then he adjusted his posture and stood upright, looked at him for a while with a look that Reinhardt couldn't understand very well, and said casually: "It's just a stupid thing."

"Say." The emperor kissed his nose.

"...I had a very bad dream."

"How bad is it?"

Gilfies paused for a moment, and after confirming that he was stable enough, he said, "I dreamed that you were sick."

Reinhardt blinked his eyes, recalling Gilfies' behavior that day and his repeated questioning of his health status, and then determined that the other party avoided the seriousness - it should be dying or dying, not simply sick.

In fact, this is quite boring, after all, it is just a dream.But at this moment, the emperor can understand Gilfies' thoughts very well, because he has also experienced similar feelings-but not in a dream, but in reality.

If possible, he hoped that Gilphiaice would never experience this.

"I...understand." After a while of silence, the emperor spoke. Although the content of what he said was still very pragmatic and tough, it was actually almost the limit of his thoughtfulness, understanding, and delicate comfort. "...Look, My current physical examination frequency is once every 3 months. Basically, any problems can be found in time... I will take care of them later, and I must copy all my physical examination reports to your office. And usually Watch me so hard, I have a lot of bad habits that I have been forced to get rid of. I'm really fine, you don't need to worry about anything, okay?"

Gilfies didn't answer him right away.He just looked at him tenderly but a little sadly.But of course, he finally smiled: "Okay."

Then he leaned over and hugged the emperor, took him into his arms as much as possible, and patted him on the back like a child.

In the emperor's memory, Anne Roger seemed to have done this kind of thing to him.Now he was no longer that timid and fragile child, but Gilfies' actions still made him feel very at ease.

But soon he pushed the opponent away.

"Don't think that you can fool me by doing this, so you can get away with it." He pretended to show a fierce expression to him, but the corners of his mouth were obviously still upward.

Gilfies spread his hands innocently, expressing that he had done nothing.

The emperor narrowed his eyes proudly, raised his hand and pointed his index finger at his chin, and asked him slowly and menacingly: "Who told you the situation here?"

Gilfies blinked her eyes and smiled innocently, while keeping her mouth tightly shut.

"Even if you don't tell me, I can guess it. When did you know him so well? You can let him secretly send you a message..."

"Who are you talking about, Your Majesty?" Someone continued to play dumb.

Reinhard finally couldn't help punching him and asked him, "Did you learn this attitude from him?" Unexpectedly, the other party grabbed his wrist vigorously, so that even "If he took I will never let him go bad for you." The second half of the sentence was swallowed back alive.

The Emperor is inferior to Gilphaes in strength.

Then he screamed because he was suddenly pushed down on the desk, and then immediately showed a panic expression because of his scream, for fear that someone would be attracted and the current happiness would be interrupted.But Gilfies obviously didn't care about this—then he also climbed up and held down the emperor and looked down at him, saying, "I learned more than attitude from him."

Of course the emperor understood what he was saying, so now his mind was as chaotic as a front-loading washing machine running at its highest speed.

In fact, strictly speaking, he doesn't mind what happens to the other party at his desk, and secretly even finds it a little exciting, but he really can't think of how to deal with the aftermath.

Also, does this table stand up to such a test?Although every time I accidentally bump into it, I will experience the feeling of being hit by a nuclear attack because of its firmness and toughness, but will it survive this time?

And is it really a violation of relevant regulations to do this kind of thing on a battleship?

Have you fallen so depraved that you have no bottom line?

The emperor just wanted to scream—but he just thought about it and didn't really scream out, and he had already begun to drowsily look forward to the future where his coat, shirt, and belt were ripped off by the other party.

But unfortunately, just when they were inseparable, there was a knock on the door.