In the Name of Empress-Chapter 414 - 291: That’s the Empress’s Wedding Ring! (Part 4)
The thrill that Roland felt as he seized the ring belonging to Sofia from Angelina was indescribable.
With a hint of provocation, he put the ring on his middle finger in front of Angelina, then raised his finger towards her.
This was a greeting from his hometown.
He initially intended to wear it on his pinky finger, but that would imply a vow of celibacy, which could easily cause Sif to misunderstand, so he decided to wear it on his middle finger instead.
This indicated that his heart belonged to someone.
Sif would certainly appreciate this way of wearing it.
Seeing Roland’s such rude and disrespectful behavior, Angelina’s face turned ashen, and her resilient heart felt as if it was being torn apart.
She stared blankly at Roland, suddenly overwhelmed by despair, crying as she knelt down, covering her face with her hands, only sobbing continuously.
The Empress’s wedding ring was disgraced by this shameless rogue right in front of her, and she was powerless to stop it.
Even if the Empress were to kill Roland, this humiliation could not be undone.
And it was all because of her; she could only atone with her death.
Wait, she could still die.
Angelina released her hands, her cold gaze fixed on Roland, making Roland somewhat uneasy in his heart.
"Hey, I warn you, don’t do anything foolish. You’ve already lost. For the sake of the seventeen thousand soldiers returning safely home, I advise you to stay calm. You’re a commander in chief, you can’t act recklessly."
Angelina laughed.
This fool Roland didn’t even realize the huge mess he had created.
By taking the Empress’s wedding ring and even wearing it on a finger symbolizing being taken, he was essentially proposing to Empress Sofia in front of everyone.
As everyone knew, the Empress had experienced a failed marriage.
No affection, no children, she remained a maiden until she ended her husband’s life.
It was an indescribable humiliation.
Angelina wanted to live a little longer to see just how bizarre Roland’s death would be.
However, she couldn’t.
Because her death was bound to be more abstract than Roland’s.
Two swords simultaneously thrust towards the throat and heart.
Farewell, world!
Angelina smiled faintly, wishing to leave a trace of a smile in this world before she died.
Unfortunately, how could Roland allow his trophy to be ruined?
The scepter swept, and the two swords flew over ten meters away.
Roland clutched Angelina’s mouth, pried it open fiercely, and poured a vial of potion down her throat from who knows where.
Angelina, utterly exhausted and with most of her energy depleted from repairing the ring, couldn’t resist, and could only let Roland have his way.
After pouring the potion, Roland said coldly:
"Swear in Sofia’s name that you won’t escape, immediately!"
"I refuse!"
"After your death, you will be made into a nude ice sculpture, exhibited as an art piece in Hansa City, named ’The Beautiful Idiot.’" Roland’s voice was as cold as a devil’s.
Angelina was stunned; she couldn’t even think of words to curse Roland.
She vaguely felt that he truly dared to do it.
After all, if he dared to wear the Empress’s wedding ring on his middle finger, what else wouldn’t he dare to do?
Angelina collapsed on the ground, mechanically raised her right hand, and whimpered as she swore.
"In the name of the great Master of the Frosty Winter, Empress of the Vladimir Empire, I, Angelina, vow to abide by the duel oath, obey Roland as a prisoner of war, not escape and not act contrary to the identity of a prisoner of war. If this vow is broken, I am willing to forever fall to the Polar Glacier, my soul frozen until the world’s end."
Having sworn, Angelina smiled with relief.
Being a prisoner of war was fine; she could witness Roland’s death herself.
Roland also breathed a sigh of relief; he did not expect Angelina to be so forthright.
It was evident; he wasn’t shattered by Sofia’s direct attack which broke Angelina’s defenses.
The Rurik People have unwavering faith in Empress Sofia’s invincibility; as long as Sofia’s myth of invincibility was broken, the Rurik People’s mindset would collapse instantly.
Angelina was the first, but certainly not the last.
Having won, Roland naturally possessed the demeanor of a victor.
He smiled and helped Angelina up, making a gesture of invitation.
"Welcome, Miss Angelina, to Hansa City as a guest. You’re free to move within the designated zone, but you cannot leave Hansa City, nor contact outsiders."
Courtesy is mutual.
Since Angelina swore a solemn vow not to run, it should be executed according to the standards of house arrest.
