The little earl was talking eloquently in front of the flashlight, while the queen stood looking at him from a distance, feeling a little inexplicably sad in her heart.

But not much.

The title of emperor and this responsibility did not bring her much fun and experience, only pain and fear.

During the Penteo occupation, she lived in fear every day.

I don't know when the Minister of War will come in, and I don't know if I will become a new victim.

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