In the Name of Empress-Chapter 438 - 305: If You Jump, I Jump Too

Roland stayed at Emre Port for a week.

The final stop of the Emperor’s tour also rested at this port, marking their first landing in the Three Overseas Provinces.

Seeing Caesar with a beaming face and the Empress shining like the stars, the officials exchanged glances, vaguely understanding much.

They did not disturb by climbing the mountain but rather let the Empress and her lover enjoy the wonder of their world together.

Some thought they had long been a couple, while others knew they only crossed the final threshold in these past few days.

Whether they knew or not, the officials silently offered their blessings and then pondered what gift to present.

This gift could neither be light nor vulgar, truly making them rack their brains.

Roland and Sif did not pay attention to the people outside; they quietly stayed in the hot spring villa, enjoying the last calm before the storm. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The last piece of intelligence they received was that Wende Empire’s main force had been utterly defeated by Vladimir Empire’s famed general, Suvorov.

Though Wende Empire still had hundreds of thousands of regular troops and could mobilize millions more serfs to join the army, this crushing defeat permanently changed the course of the war.

It would take at least half a year for the hastily recruited troops to form even the most basic combat strength.

Wende Empire would not last this half year.

Whether extinction, exile, or vassalage, their existence as an independent empire had days numbered.

On the day they received this news, Sif decisively stopped assisting Wende Empire.

Since they were no longer capable of depleting the enemy continuously, they no longer had the significance to exist.

She secretly rejoiced at Roland’s insistence on not forming an alliance with Wende Empire.

Since they weren’t allies, there was no obligation to save them.

The demise of Wende Empire was merely the start of the tragic fate awaiting many countries.

Roland had predicted Wende Empire’s defeat, but he hadn’t expected the process to be so effortless.

Sofia had not intervened; just Suvorov, the army general, acting was enough to end the battle.

Wende Empire not only failed to stop Vladimir Empire, they couldn’t even force Vladimir to reveal their hand.

This inept performance indeed wasn’t worthy of more international assistance.

In the ensuing chaos, only those who self-rescue would be saved.

After thoroughly enjoying seven days of tender affection, Roland reluctantly left the hot spring villa, his legs slightly trembling as he embarked on the journey to Mont Blanc.

The past seven days were the happiest he’d had since his rebirth through the ages.

In all fairness, Sif might not be the most considerate wife, but she was definitely the soulmate one would meet only in dreams.

She was not perfect, but utterly unique.

Nurtured by love, her charm even shocked the Magic Mirror.

Using her allure as a baseline of 100 points, the Magic Mirror subtly adjusted Sofia’s charm to 97 points, lowering the scores of other ranked members in turn.

If this contest were a beauty pageant, Roland would have already popped the champagne.

But alas, it wasn’t.

This contest was a face-off of strength.

Not only did Roland dare not open the champagne, he pressed Sif’s lips, about to proclaim a fatal flag.

He kissed her fiercely, releasing her only when she was out of breath.

"You are already my wife."

As long as the marital relationship was confirmed before the outbreak of war, the doom of "getting married after this battle" would be nullified.

Roland wasn’t superstitious, but he was wary of omens, never stubborn-headed.

He boarded the hot air balloon modified by Christine to travel to Mont Blanc.

It was the fastest mode of transportation.

Miss Saintess had a somewhat forlorn expression.

It was apparent she still regarded Wende Empire as her motherland. Though, after weighing pros and cons, she chose not to return to accompany the decaying imperial family to the grave, hearing the news of Wende Empire’s defeat was still tough for her.

Just as Roland was pondering how to comfort her, Miss Saintess already composed herself.

She smiled and said, "No need to worry about me. As I have made my choice, I will never regret it. The collapse of Wende Imperial Family just confirms our judgments were right."

"We can only seize our moment when Vladimir Empire stretches its supply line to its limits."

Seeing Christine swiftly emerged from sorrow, Roland wisely did not bring up the matter and instead engaged in casual chat.

"Am I qualified to officiate your and Sif’s wedding?" Christine’s voice was light, as if she were speaking of a trivial matter.

Roland was slightly stunned. He truly hadn’t considered the matter.

Though the Sussex Empire’s traditional practice was for clergy from the Divine Court of Fengrao to officiate weddings, in recent years, given the good terms between him and Christine, the relations with the Divine Court of Fengrao were not very strong.

Inviting the Pope or Cardinal from the Divine Court of Fengrao would certainly require an extra price.

If not, Fengrao Believers would start to imagine things irrationally.

Having Christine officiate directly was actually an excellent choice.

After all, he was a Knight of Light; was there any issue with having the Holy Daughter of Light officiate the wedding?

The Sussex Country allowed freedom of religious belief. While the Divine Court of Fengrao takes the dominant role, many also believe in Light and Nature.

Roland’s eyes brightened.

If not inviting the old guys from the Divine Court of Fengrao presiding over the wedding, the venue could be overseas.

He smiled and gently clapped his hands, "Alright, then I’ll trouble you for it."

Christine turned, gazing into Roland’s eyes, looking for any trace of jest.

However, Roland’s eyes were clear and calm, resembling...

Christine’s peripheral glance shifted afar, spotting Val Lake.

Equally blue, equally clear.

Her brows curved into a smile, and her lips slightly raised.

"It’s I who should thank you."

In religious rituals, officiating a wedding is second only to baptism in importance.

If she could officiate Roland and Sif’s wedding, it represented the expansion of the Light District.