In the Name of Empress-Chapter 427 - 299: Sending You Home

Sif’s mind went blank, she completely couldn’t figure out what Sofia wanted to do.

Not only could she not figure it out, but even the always knowledgeable Roland couldn’t understand it.

You can’t blame them, after all, no one has ever seen someone as peculiar as Sofia.

The handwritten letter from Sofia was so normal that it seemed not normal at all.

In the letter, she congratulated Roland and Sif, while also introducing the origin of this gift.

The Ice Crystal Blue Ring and this Violet Ring both came from Sofia’s family, the Augusta Clan, large nobility of the Prudon Kingdom.

This pair of rings was a gift given by the Emperor of the Odin Empire when the Augusta Clan was granted nobility for serving the Odin Empire.

This pair of rings has been worn by important family members at their weddings, a tradition that has lasted for hundreds of years.

The Augusta Clan is a large noble family in the Prudon Kingdom; Sofia’s marriage alliance with the Rurik Clan was a significant move to expand the family’s interests.

To show importance, this pair of rings accompanied as a dowry abroad.

This is the first time these rings are leaving Prudon, leaving the Augusta Clan.

Normally, this precious pair of rings would become heirlooms of the Rurik Clan with the marriage.

Unexpectedly, these rings would witness a new, happy marriage.

However, the unexpected happened.

The previous dozen couples who wore these rings weren’t extremely loving, but at least they didn’t become too strained.

However, Sofia’s marriage with the former Emperor couldn’t even maintain the appearance of mutual respect.

According to unspoken rules, even without feelings, they had to try to have a child as an heir and then go their separate ways.

However, Sofia’s husband was excessively outrageous.

He equally hated every member of the Odin People, including the goddess-like beautiful Sofia.

Hatred blinded his eyes, he disregarded his wife’s beauty and disappeared on the wedding night, went out carousing.

Later, he even threatened Sofia, demanding she accept an illegitimate child from outside as the heir.

With such madness, naturally, his end was meeting a gruesome fate by Sofia’s own hands.

After killing her husband and ascending to the throne, Sofia’s heart was as icy as the extreme northern land, never again interacting with men.

She never had feelings for her husband, just wanted to maintain a formal marriage, have a child as an heir.

However, someone broke the rules and trampled on her dignity.

Breaking the rules didn’t matter, as rules were all set by the Imperial Family anyway.

But trampling on her dignity warranted death.

After ascending to the throne, Sofia sealed away this pair of rings, no longer using them.

"Although the process was complicated, it’s fate that the rings fell into your hands. Good things come in pairs, consider these two rings as gifts."

Could this be true?

Roland carefully went through the letter, trying to deduce the implied meaning between the lines.

Sif also racked her brains, pondering deeply.

As the two of them stared blankly at each other for a long time, Roland suddenly laughed.

"I’m really foolish, truly."

"You understood?" Sif’s eyes lit up.

Roland played with the Violet Ring for a moment and teased with a smile, "A person like Sofia doesn’t have that many schemes, if she wanted to kill someone, she’d just do it directly."

Sif suddenly understood.

Roland was right.

It wasn’t saying Sofia didn’t have a good mind, but in the face of absolute strength, there was no need for strategy.

If you can kill with one blow, why waste so many words.

So, it really is a congratulatory gift.

Seeing Sif’s confused gaze, Roland softly asked, "If Sofia were to get married, would you send a gift?"

"Of course, and it must match her status. I am the current patriarch of the York Clan, I can’t be disrespectful."

Sif spoke calmly.

As soon as the words fell, she suddenly realized.

Oh well, it’s really overcomplicating things. Even if Sofia wanted to personally chop someone up, the proper etiquette wouldn’t be neglected because she was from an esteemed noble family.

Even before a life-or-death duel, there would be polite exchanges between the parties; this is the demeanor of the noble.

"I thought she’d take the opportunity to ask us to release Angelina." Sif sneered slightly and softly complained.

Roland smiled and said, "She didn’t say it, but we can release her."

Sif was stunned for a moment and understood Roland’s meaning.

Some words don’t need to be said explicitly, nor can they be said explicitly.

If Sofia directly brought it up, it would confirm Angelina’s detention as a fact.

After all, she’s not bound hand and foot; in outsiders’ eyes, she could be a guest, not a captive.

Some matters can only be tacitly understood; speaking them out loses their meaning.

Sif shrugged, her eyebrows curving in a smile.

"Then let her go. After all, she’s not of much value anymore."

Roland nodded, packed up Sofia’s handwritten letter, and walked out.

"I’ll see her off since I’m the one who invited her; it’s only reasonable that I do the send-off."

Sif surely wouldn’t object.

A war between the two countries is bound to happen sooner or later, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, but definitely not now.

Sofia took the initiative to compromise, so let’s reciprocate courteously.

...

Until Roland appeared at the door, Angelina, engrossed in her book, remained focused on her reading, unaware someone was at the door.

You can’t blame her; the seal Roland personally placed on her reduced her abilities to that of an ordinary person, drastically decreasing her sensory abilities.

Roland simply stood at the door observing Angelina without making a sound.

After a full five minutes, he was very certain that Angelina was truly focused on reading, and was deeply absorbed.

If she weren’t focused, she wouldn’t occasionally smile like an aunt while reading.

Roland cleared his throat, reminding Angelina of his presence.

The captive lady finally realized someone had arrived and jolted her head up.

Seeing Roland, her good reading mood instantly shattered, she bit her lip and asked:

"What do you want?"

"To send you home." Roland’s tone was calm.

Angelina’s hand trembled, the book slipped from her palm and dropped to the ground.

As she picked up the book, she tried hard to hide her panic, smiling self-deprecatingly:

"Being a normal person feels awful, can’t even hold a book steady." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Do you want to lift the power seal?" Roland’s expression remained calm.

Angelina wanted to deny it, but looking into Roland’s deep eyes, she knew denial was meaningless, and since she was about to die, she decided not to hide it.

"Of course I want to! Would you want to be sealed?"

As everyone knows, the words of political figures often have implicit meanings, precise and elegant.

When an ordinary person says ’send you home,’ it mostly means literally, but in a special context, ’send you home’ can have numerous implications.

If it were two athletes in a competition, ’send you home’ means defeat.

If a warden says it to a prisoner, it means execution is coming.

Angelina’s brain isn’t particularly clever, but she understands such simple hints.

"Roland, before leaving, I’d like a good meal."

"No problem, I’ll have the chef prepare it, ensuring it’s authentic Rurik cuisine." As long as Angelina agrees to leave, the farewell meal must be lavish.

Angelina slowly shook her head, "I’ve had Rurik cuisine for twenty-three years, I’m fed up with it."

"Then local Hansa dishes?" Roland frowned, the overseas province’s food was delicious and filling but clearly lacked class, a bit inappropriate.

"No, I want to enjoy the standard banquet Talia Kingdom offers for sending off esteemed guests."

This is simple.

Not only can it be done, but it must be top-notch.

Roland thought of Lisa.

Angelina must be an important figure, and if she enjoys top-tier Talia cuisine, it would surely enhance Lisa’s status.

He smiled and nodded, "No problem, I guarantee it’ll be the most authentic Talia cuisine. Pack up your things first."

After seeing Roland’s somewhat jaunty departure, Angelina bit her lip, knowing that he intended to provoke the Empress by killing her. Her life was on the verge of ending.

She knew what Roland really meant by ’send off.’

Even though she had always been slow-witted, she understood that hidden implication clearly.

Realizing she had no chance of escaping, and death was inevitable, she decided to finish reading that book, to at least get to the end of Julius and Romulus’s love story.

The bitterness of reality suffices, at least let the love story in the novel be a little sweeter.