In the Name of Empress-Chapter 387 - 271: No Serious Novel Would Dare Write This
Even after a thousand years, people will not forget June 22, 1793, of the Magic New Calendar.
The birthday of Empress Sylph.
And the day of the Empress’s coronation.
People can never forget her ambition when she ascended the throne.
The soft singing voice declared a wild determination.
After attending the coronation ceremony, Mr. William, who was originally a fence-sitter, silently changed his mind.
He was no mere Imperial Prime Minister but the Empress’s Prime Minister.
He was glad he wasn’t foolish enough to go against the Empress.
When he boarded the ship returning to the Imperial Capital, Mr. William, who initially had a stooped posture, stood as straight as a ramrod, and the high blood pressure that had bothered him for over a year miraculously healed.
He was infected by the Empress’s confidence.
He believed a new era was slowly unfolding, and he was both a witness to and a creator of history.
Those who cannot keep pace with the times will ultimately be crushed by the rolling wheels of history.
William was full of vigor, while Wald was in tears.
He looked at Sylph standing on the high platform and could hardly believe this was the political idiot from more than a year ago.
Is this still his disciple?
No matter which esteemed Devil has possessed her, please don’t leave.
Wald silently prayed.
He knew that Roland had a part in this, but he couldn’t quite believe that Roland plus Sif could have such an outstanding chemical reaction, so he could only attribute the credit to them having made a deal with the Devil.
His thinking wasn’t strange.
This world has many rapidly advancing strong people, and quite a few fools who suddenly become geniuses out of nowhere.
Initially, people thought it was the awakening of a genius, only to find later that most of them had made deals with the Devil.
Wald stayed in Hansa City for three days, getting drunk every day, afraid that waking up sober would mean awakening from a dream.
It wasn’t until William was leaving that the drunken old man leaped to his feet, as agile as a young man.
Faced with Sif seeing him off, Wald originally wanted to say a few earnest words but suddenly found there was nothing to remind her of, so he waved gallantly farewell.
He followed William back to the Imperial Capital with the Second Fleet.
He saw William’s wavering and wanted to use this trip to pull some networks for Sif.
He’s old; the future belongs to Sif and Roland. Of course, he has to pave the way for the young people.
He has family, children, and grandchildren too.
If Sif succeeds, his descendants can enjoy the benefits.
Wald thought very clearly; he was an Iron Blood Imperialist, and that label couldn’t be changed, so he had no choice but to bind his fate to Sif’s.
He leisurely walked beside the ruddy-faced William, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile:
"William, the sunshine overseas sure is bright."
William, of course, understood the implication behind Wald’s words.
He did not immediately agree, simply saying casually, "The sunshine is nice, but there is no shortage of wind and rain."
"Sunshine and wind and rain don’t conflict; we shouldn’t overlook the rain because of the sunshine, nor the sunshine because of the rain, right?"
Seeing the dazzling light in Wald’s eyes, William remained silent for a long while and then slowly said:
"Old buddy Wald, I’m old. After Her Majesty returns to the Imperial Capital, I will resign. Her Majesty is generous and will surely arrange for me properly, won’t she?"
Wald burst into laughter, "William, you’re twenty-one years younger than me. I haven’t even thought of retiring, and you want to run? Don’t even think about it!"
"Her Majesty already has her trusted followers overseas. Governor Roland is young and promising; the Empress trusts him greatly... he is the most suitable candidate for the new Prime Minister."
Wald patted him on the shoulder, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"Listen to me, old friend, Roland isn’t interested in the position of Prime Minister; he wants more. If you’re not the Prime Minister, are you going to let Alben and Sim have it?"
Hearing these two names, William’s spirit was invigorated, and his expression gradually turned serious.
"You’re right, the Empire needs me! As long as the Empress trusts me, I’ll continue for another twenty years!"
Wald laughed like an old fox, drawing a big pie next to William’s ear.
"Then show your value and do well!"
Having convinced William, Wald breathed a sigh of relief, gripping the handrail tightly to stabilize his slightly shaky body.
He took a deep breath, and the slightly black vision gradually regained its color.
He was old, after all, and his body wasn’t what it used to be.
Once Sif returns to the Imperial Capital, William may not need to retire, but he really couldn’t hold on anymore.
He looked back.
Emre Port had long disappeared below the horizon.
He was a bit curious about what Sif and Roland were up to.
...
They were opening a letter.
A handwritten letter.
Sif’s hands were trembling, even afraid to look at the letter.
The handwriting on the envelope clearly belonged to her father, the old Emperor Edward.
Halfway through opening it, her hands shook so much that she couldn’t go on.
"Roland, you open it." Her voice was as weak as someone recovering from a long illness.
Although she had thought about how to deal with her father and considered facing it coldly, when a personal letter with her father’s handwriting appeared, familial love overwhelmed everything.
This was Sif’s only living relative, and she had just come of age; how could she be cold?
Roland understood her inner struggle and sighed softly as he took the unopened letter.
Persuading his lover to kill her father was something he simply couldn’t do.
Roland opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and after reading just a few lines, his eyes widened, pupils seemingly undergoing an earth-shattering tsunami.
Ah?!
Roland was dumbfounded.
Even if Edward claimed to have newly awakened as the Sea Emperor, he wouldn’t have been so surprised.
But what Edward wrote in the letter was utterly absurd.
First, he had gotten close to his daughter and played the emotional card, then said he was living well in the witch’s underwater city, and that over three thousand lucky people from the escort fleet had been saved by the Sea Witch.
The ones who killed Feino and tens of thousands of sailors were the Grim Clan under General Nephropidae and other elite ocean forces, and it had nothing to do with the Sea Witch.
The Sea Witch is a kind-hearted girl.
She’s wonderful.
He and she were good together.
They were getting married and hoped Sif could find time to attend the wedding because Sif was his only living relative.
...
Even fantasy novels wouldn’t dare to write like this.
But this was reality, so it was possible.
Roland’s lips twitched, his gaze frozen, not even noticing Sif snatching the letter.
Sif was a bit puzzled; why was the usually composed Roland acting like this?
What on earth did her father say to make Roland lose his composure?
Sif snorted lightly, a bit dissatisfied.
He always said she was impatient and not composed; now it seemed he was the same.
Sif unfolded the letter, read it, was shocked, and her gaze turned blank.
Her mind was a complete blank.
Wait, her father was in love with the Sea Witch, and they were even getting married?!
She had read many romance novels.
Serious novels typically wouldn’t dare to write like this.
No, not even non-serious ones would dare.
Sif and Roland both fell silent.
Time ticked by slowly, and after a long while, Sif softly said:
"Roland, pinch me; I need to make sure I’m not dreaming."
"Wait, why not pinch yourself? No, why not pinch me?" Roland realized halfway through his sentence that Sif actually wanted him to pinch her, so he quickly changed his words.
"No need to pinch. It’s not a dream; now what do we do?" Roland asked softly.
Sif was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "We go."
"You’re not afraid of danger?"
"It should be true." Sif said decisively, "If they wanted to trick me into going, they couldn’t come up with such an outrageous reason. Storytelling needs logic; reality doesn’t. Roland, while I’m away, you coordinate with the Magic Mirror; it shouldn’t be a problem, right."
"I don’t agree." Roland firmly objected.
"That’s my father, my only relative." Sif objected to Roland’s objection.
"What I mean is, I don’t agree with you going alone; I can’t bear it if something happens to you. In short, if we die, we die together; if we live, we live together."
Sif looked at Roland, her eyes flowing, the ice gradually melting.
"Hmm." Came a gentle voice.
