In the Name of Empress-Chapter 354 - 241: Fate’s Manipulation Is Unstoppable (Part 2)
"I know, so to ensure safe delivery, I asked you to use three carrier pigeons."
Roland’s response was calm.
Dodger was a bit speechless, that wasn’t what he meant to remind about. Although leaders may not like their subordinates to be overly talkative, it was his duty to remind his leader, and he had to be clear.
"Lord Governor, what I mean is... aren’t you worried about leaks?"
"Don’t worry, even if it falls into Marco’s hands, he won’t understand it." Roland faced Dodger’s doubts with confidence.
Since the Governor had said this, continuing to persuade would mean questioning him.
Dodger quickly took the three letters Roland had written and sealed with wax, and swiftly departed.
Just as he stepped out of the cabin and was about to look for the carrier pigeons, he suddenly stopped and, after thinking further, headed towards Bridges’ command cabin.
Cradling Roland’s handwritten letter, Dodger reported to Bridges and asked for directives on whether to follow it completely.
Bridges unhesitantly glared at the adjutant and seriously warned, "Dodger, I hope you remember one thing, Governor Roland is our direct superior, his orders must be carried out without fail."
"In the future, if this kind of thing happens, just execute the order directly. If it’s convenient, let me know afterward; if not, then don’t mention it."
"Lord Governor is wise and decisive, how could he not have thought things through? It’s okay to remind him to be cautious, but don’t be too smart for your own good!"
Dodger seldom sees Bridges with such a serious expression, frightened, he shivered.
He knew what Bridges meant by "too smart for your own good."
Of course, it wasn’t about reminding the Governor to maintain confidentiality. As an adjutant, that’s his duty, and he did nothing wrong.
"Too smart for your own good" refers to not immediately executing the Governor’s orders and instead running to ask Bridges.
Dodger, sweating profusely, quickly departed.
Watching him leave, Bridges merely shook his head.
If it were another leader, Dodger wouldn’t be mistaken. Reporting more would mean less responsibility, it protects oneself.
But Roland is no ordinary leader.
He possesses insight and understanding of human nature and societal circumstances.
Under Governor Roland, don’t think about all sorts of things, just work diligently.
Gazing at the azure where sea and sky meet, Bridges suddenly became curious about what the Lord Governor wrote in the letter.
From what he knows about Roland, he certainly wouldn’t travel such distances just to send a letter without mentioning anything important.
He would mostly send action signals to Her Majesty the Empress, and it would be in a pre-agreed cipher.
The cipher must be clever enough to mislead if the letter fell into Marco’s hands.
Even a carrier pigeon being shot down might be within Governor Roland’s calculations.
Indeed, he is worthy of being the Governor, so calculative!
Bridges silently thought.
...
"Achoo!"
Roland sneezed again, while reading in the top cabin.
Lisa, who had just brought in ginger tea with brown sugar, saw this and glared fiercely at Roland.
"You keep saying you’re not sick, but how come you’re sneezing repeatedly? Transcendents aren’t immune to diseases, history has terrible lessons about this. Listen, drink the ginger tea first; later I’ll get a doctor to prescribe medicine for you."
"Got it, Lisa." Facing Sister Lisa’s concern, Roland gracefully accepted.
"What’s Lisa? Being the Governor now even means not recognizing your sister? Call me Sister Lisa from now on!"
Lisa placed the ginger tea on the table, cheeks slightly flushed.
Roland stared at her blankly, his large eyes full of doubt.
He didn’t speak, but his eyes emitted questioning.
Just half an hour ago, Lisa had seriously asked him not to call her sister, but instead, call her Lisa. He obediently complied, so why did Lisa change her mind?
He knew women’s thoughts were hard to guess, but was it this difficult?
Seeing Roland’s puzzled expression, Lisa bit her lip and started to play coy.
"Us girls are just this changeable, is that okay?"
Sure, it’s okay.
Arguing with a girl who needs tenderness is foolish.
Roland isn’t a fool; he picked up the bowl and started gulping down ginger tea, using the action to skip what would be a skippable dialogue if they were in a game.
Seeing Roland behave so obediently, Lisa’s lips slightly curved upwards, and she let out a slight sigh.
Earlier in the kitchen, she suddenly understood.
She was really silly, truly.
With Roland’s uncontrollable talents and ever-expanding power and status, he will certainly have more than one companion in the future.
Even if his wife is the Empress, it won’t change.
Miss Sif was born into the Imperial Family and can probably accept it.
Roland may have more than one wife or lover, but there’s only one sister who surpasses family bonds.
The originally unique Sister Lisa wanted to transform into the rivaling lover, Lisa, who can never compete with Sif and Alina. Truly foolish.
What does she want? Of course, it’s to be by Roland’s side forever.
Besides, she hopes to have an irreplaceable position in Roland’s heart.
A sister who has changed familial bonds but lacks blood ties is certainly more precious than a regular lover.
She understood, Roland was puzzled.
But none of this matters; what matters is that she wants to be his lifetime sister, always caring for him.
Putting down the ginger tea bowl, Roland was hesitating for words, while Lisa across him leaned forward.
Their distance became closer and closer.
Roland’s heart suddenly started beating faster.
He’s not worried that Lisa might do something strange, just perplexed by her today’s erratic and leap-like thoughts.
Faced with the increasingly close Lisa, he finally understood.
He and Sister Lisa won’t be separated in this lifetime. Given that, does it even matter how to address each other?
As long as Lisa likes it, any title will do.
Her slender fingertips touched Roland’s face, and her fingers stopped near his lips, picking a strand of grass residue, just as she would help Roland pick grains of rice stuck by his mouth in the past years.
Time seems to remain unchanged.
It’s been long since she had such proximity with Roland.
Seeing the clarity flowing in his deep eyes, Lisa smiled with relief.
No matter how distinguished Roland’s identity is outside, he remains himself when he returns home.
Lisa instinctively reached out her other hand but forgot she was resting it on the table, also forgetting how close she was to Roland.
As her left hand lifted, her upper body lost balance and she stumbled forward.
Facts prove that even clever and sensitive girls become particularly dull in shock, forgetting their own abilities, transcendents included.
Lisa didn’t stop herself with a scream, her mind also went blank.
She naturally fell towards Roland, falling into his arms.
Holding Sister Lisa, feeling her shy, trembling eyes, and sensing the lips barely 5 centimeters apart, Roland instantly realized.
He may not understand girls, but he can read the atmosphere.
Sister Lisa is a transcendent; there’s no way she would be so clumsy as to accidentally fall into his arms. It’s what Lisa desires.
If a girl pretends to trip and fall into someone’s arms but gets pushed away, she’d likely feel very embarrassed.
Even if there’s not hatred born of love, at least there’d be some dejection.
Considering Lisa’s repeated entanglement over the address, Roland certainly knew what she wanted.
Both a sister and a lover.
Lisa can’t win the title of wife, but she’s unwilling to lag behind, so she did this.
Roland pulled Lisa’s shoulders closer; their distance diminished until their lips met, eradicating any remaining separation.
Warm tears rolled down Lisa’s cheeks.
Today’s developments are inconsistent with her expectations, but the final destination aligns perfectly.
Is this the design of destiny?
Lisa closed her eyes, immersed in the twists of fate, unable to extricate herself.
