In the Name of Empress-Chapter 353 - 241: Fate’s Manipulation Is Unstoppable
"Achoo!"
While enjoying the sea voyage and waiting for Lisa to prepare coffee, Roland suddenly sneezed.
Lisa, who was helping him stir his coffee, put down the small spoon and looked at Roland with concern.
"Roland, are you okay? You haven’t caught a cold, have you? This won’t do, the medicine on the sea is scarce. Once you catch a cold, it’s dangerous. I’ll go make you some ginger tea with brown sugar right away."
Lisa hurriedly stood up, ready to head to the kitchen.
"No need to rush, I’m fine. Maybe too many enemies are cursing me behind my back."
Roland smiled as he casually grabbed Lisa’s sleeve, indicating for her to sit down.
Lisa lowered her head slightly, watching Roland hold onto her not very politely, but still maintaining a boundary by only holding her sleeve and not taking the opportunity to touch her hand. Her expression was a bit distracted. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Her memory drifted back to the past.
It was probably two or three years ago when Roland’s body grew stronger, and he surpassed her height, she could no longer look him in the eye on the same level.
It was from that time that Roland started to develop a vague throbbing feeling for girls.
Unfortunately, his family was poor, and he didn’t even have his own house. Most girls his age weren’t willing to let him hold their delicate hands.
Maybe he was too hungry; Roland always created opportunities to touch her when they were together.
As his sister, she might have had her heart race from the unexpected touches, but she always tacitly consented.
She always didn’t want Roland to feel wronged.
Fortunately, Roland was very restrained, never pushing the boundaries, just satisfied with the gentle scent and occasional unintentional collisions.
Noticing her brother growing up, Lisa played the caring elder sister role, helping him find a partner to satisfy all his needs.
She could sense Roland’s anxiety; she was anxious for him too.
However, Roland seemed both urgent and not urgent, and the candidates she found either refused to meet or things remained inconclusive after meeting.
Until Sif appeared.
Unbeknownst to her, Roland had increasingly less physical contact with her.
If it were before, he might have lightly caressed her delicate wrist and felt her hand in his at the opportunity of grabbing her.
But now, there was a layer of not-too-thick cloth between them.
Though not too thick, it made Lisa feel the distance. Her heart felt a little bitter; even when Sif was not there, it was like this, how distant would it be if she were present?
In a flash, Lisa imagined a melodramatic romance novel, her increasingly sensitive heart trembling slightly.
"Sister, have a seat." Roland, unaware that she was imagining a novel, smiled and gestured for her to sit down.
Lisa looked at Roland’s clear eyes, momentarily at a loss for words.
After a while, she inexplicably dropped a sentence, "No, even if there’s only a slight possibility, I can’t be careless. I’m going to make ginger tea now!"
Pulling away from Roland’s hand, Lisa quietly exited the room.
Before leaving, she muttered gently: "Calling me sister makes me seem old, from now on just call me Lisa."
Watching Lisa’s graceful departing figure, Roland was deep in thought.
He hadn’t thought much about it just then, just happened to grab the sleeve.
He and Sister Lisa were close, there wasn’t so much taboo.
If he happened to catch her wrist, he wouldn’t mind enjoying the brief, smooth sensation of her skin. If it was the cloth, then so be it.
As he almost skipped over this small episode, a sudden flash of insight struck him.
No, there was something wrong with what Sister Lisa said earlier.
He remembered clearly, just over a year ago, Lisa repeatedly emphasized that Roland should call her sister, saying not calling her that was disrespectful and too distant.
In just over a year, Sister Lisa was only in her early twenties, and she already disliked being called sister because it sounded old?
Of course not, she certainly had something in mind.
Although his accuracy in guessing girls’ thoughts was low, Roland still put his mind to it.
Sister Lisa wasn’t like other girls; she was the neighboring sister who grew up with him, he understood her.
Recalling Lisa’s recent bold guess that "Alina is his lover," Roland suddenly understood.
This time, he truly got it.
Lisa was hinting for him to stay restrained, not to make Sif jealous and damage the situation.
Helping Alina return home to seize power would surely make Sif’s heart uneasy. If they got too close, Sif might really get angry.
Although this wasn’t a romantic drama where misunderstandings could always be resolved, it’s always better not to have misunderstandings.
Thank you, Sister Lisa.
Sister Lisa cares about him the most; in the past, she helped introduce girlfriends to him, now she’s drawing him closer to Sif.
Though she may have her own personal interests, it’s primarily out of concern for him.
He wouldn’t let this deep feeling go unappreciated.
"I want it all" isn’t a madman’s raving, but his solemn promise.
But he also knew, now that he was alone outside, surrounded by beautiful girls his age, Sif would surely worry about him, he had to make Sif feel at ease.
After pondering, he found the correct answer.
Took paper and pen, and quickly wrote a passionate letter, almost like a love letter.
Not a single sentence depicted love, yet longing was fully soaked in between the lines.
I truly live up to being the literary giant of Sussex.
Roland was quite satisfied with this letter.
After finishing the letter, he rang the bell to summon Lieutenant Dodger, instructing him to urgently send the letter to Sif using the few remaining carrier pigeons on the ship.
"Remember, use at least three pigeons flying in different directions to ensure this letter gets delivered back."
Dodger saluted decisively to take the order but couldn’t help reminding Roland, "Lord Governor, carrier pigeons can only fly based on memory, they may be caught when flying back across the Jin Yuan Kingdom’s land."
