In the Name of Empress-Chapter 421 - 294: Is This Also Part of the Humiliation? (3)
"Lord Governor, I am merely a captive now. If you have any requests, please state them directly. If not, I’d like to rest."
"It’s not much, really. You’re skilled in manipulating ice, so I’d like you to help recharge the ring."
"What did you say? Recharge Her Majesty the Empress’s ring so that you can play with it?" Angelina could hardly believe that such a shameless request was being made.
"Yes." Roland admitted frankly.
Angelina was amused by Roland’s shamelessness.
A rogue is always a rogue; never harbor any fantasies about him.
"I refuse. Even a prisoner of war has dignity." Angelina’s attitude was resolute.
"Do you truly refuse?" Roland squinted his eyes.
"I’d rather die than submit." Angelina raised her head with candor.
While her looks weren’t the most stunning, she still had bright eyes and white teeth, with delicate features. Her youthful face was free of makeup and full of collagen, exuding a certain feminine charm.
Roland’s gaze moved down from her face.
The places that needed to be big were big enough, and her every movement carried a certain steely grace. Most men would find it hard to resist such a beauty.
However, every day when Roland opened his eyes, he saw Sif, and when he closed them, he saw Elf Sylph. His threshold for appreciating beauty far surpassed that of ordinary people.
To him, Angelina ranked at a level of being passably attractive, but not much more.
Noticing Roland’s gaze roaming her body, Angelina was somewhat displeased and frowned.
"Lord Governor, as a gentleman, isn’t it rather impolite to look at a lady in such a manner?"
"I’m not a gentleman; I’m a rogue." Roland said calmly.
Resting his chin on his hand, he smiled like a fox, "I’m pondering what pose your beautiful body should take as an ice sculpture to attract more visitors."
Angelina’s face turned exceptionally unsightly.
She wasn’t afraid of death, but such a humiliating way to die was hard to accept.
"Her Majesty the Empress will never let you off!"
"From the way you put it, will she let me off if I don’t do this?" Roland remained calm.
Angelina was at a loss for words, so she switched to a softer tone, "Do you truly not care about your reputation?"
"I care, very much so. But compared to death, mere reputation is nothing. I’ve mentioned before, failures beyond one’s abilities won’t be held accountable. You’re being forced, and the Empress can forgive you."
Angelina was momentarily speechless.
After going in circles, was this what Roland had been waiting for her to realize?
This was what she had said herself—The Empress wouldn’t fault her subordinates. Was she now to retract her previous words?
Angelina’s face turned unsightly, her lips nearly biting into her own skin.
Roland knew she was wavering and gave her no time to think, directly handing the ring to her.
"My patience is not great."
Humiliated tears rolled down Angelina’s cheeks. She vowed to make Roland pay sooner or later. Grinding her teeth, she accepted the ring and angrily said:
"I am weak. Even if I give it my all, I cannot fully restore it. Is it necessary?"
"Whether it’s necessary is for me to decide!"
Roland’s smile disappeared as he calmly said, "I’m going to find the ice sculptor now. If I don’t see a fully recharged ring in three days, your beauty will be displayed to everyone."
Angelina nearly fainted.
She softly retorted, "Lord Governor, is this what you meant by not punishing a subordinate for the lack of ability?"
"I wouldn’t trouble a subordinate, but you are an enemy."
Roland teased with a smile, "Of course, you can always surrender, which I would warmly welcome."
Angelina responded with a single word.
"Pah!"
Roland paid no mind to Angelina’s livid face, laughing heartily as he walked away.
Couldn’t handle Sofia, but can’t handle you?
...
The next morning, Roland took the ring from a red-eyed Angelina.
In all fairness, Angelina had truly put in effort.
It seemed she wasn’t very interested in publicly displaying her charm.
Her strength was indeed far inferior to Sofia’s, but this ring had been modified by Sofia to be rechargeable and reusable. With enough patience, she could restore it to eighty or ninety percent.
Feeling the icy cold and fierce killing intent emanating from the ring, Roland’s smile was radiant.
Sif would be arriving shortly, and this ring could be shared with her, letting her experience the might of even one-tenth of Sofia’s attack power.
