In the Name of Empress-Chapter 449 - 309: I Will Spread the Rumors Myself
"Alina, Alina? What’s wrong with you?"
Roland frowned slightly, looking rather worried at the despondent, despairing Alina, and asked tentatively.
He didn’t dare to grab Alina and shake her vigorously, for fear of collapsing her last psychological defense.
When a normal person says something obviously abnormal, her mental state must be in a terrible condition.
Perhaps it’s because he, the person involved, was also present, the backlash of peeking at fate was not strong, easily defended against, and didn’t even need to activate the just-cooled Divine Protection skill.
By all accounts, the divination’s result was good, but Alina seemed to have seen a ghost.
What exactly did she see?
Alina stared blankly at Roland, countless past memories converging before her eyes.
Just as Roland was pondering how to soothe her agitation, she suddenly stretched out her hands and grabbed Roland’s arms fiercely, her eyes more hollow, whispering almost deliriously:
"Use your craziest means to possess me, now."
Roland: "..."
If there was just doubt earlier, he could now confirm that Miss Alina had probably lost her mind.
She was the proud leader of the Jin Yuan Kingdom, only a crown away from becoming the Empress, yet could say something so outrageous, indicating she had suffered a significant shock.
Facing the end of the world and still being an uninitiated maiden was indeed a regret, but it’s not to the point of despair, is it?
Roland wanted her to calm down, yet found no trace of rationale in Alina’s eyes.
Clearly, the only way to comfort the already frenzied Alina was to use extreme measures.
Of course, not by possessing her, as that would only ruin the friendship, and no longer be able to be friends once awake.
Something even more ruthless was needed.
He sighed, his palm like a knife, struck her neck hard, and then held her swan-like fair and smooth neck in an impeccable rear choke, helping Alina fall asleep like a baby within five seconds.
No matter how many troubles there are, sleeping can often alleviate them.
If even sleeping can’t alleviate them, other methods probably wouldn’t work either.
Holding the now soft Alina who fell into his embrace, Roland took her to the bedroom, covered her with a blanket, and went outside alone.
The maid responsible for Alina’s daily life, upon hearing the commotion, came to check, ready to draw her weapon, but recognized Roland’s identity.
The maid was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why Roland would appear here, but the voice coming from her subconscious reminded her that the person before her had no ill intentions.
Roland also recognized the Demonic Puppet Maid.
He had seen this maid the first time he visited Alina’s home.
"Prepare red wine and dinner, I’ll have a few drinks with Alina when she wakes up."
Sleep can calm a person’s emotions, alcohol can help speak the truth, and steak can replenish energy after emotional outburst.
He was always the most considerate good partner.
But he still underestimated the power of being mentally stimulated and then sent into dreamland with a rear choke.
It was indeed dinner, but on the evening of the next day.
The next day, Alina who had slept all day finally awoke from her slumber.
She struggled to sit up, her limp body without any strength, her memories before sleeping blurred as if from a past life.
While she was still groggy, she noticed the faint glow of candlelight from the adjacent room.
She struggled to support herself toward the door, seeing in the outer room the dining table filled with covered warmers of delicacies, with a delicate candelabrum casting a gentle light on the table.
In the soft yellow candlelight, Roland’s silhouette was just on the boundary of light and shadow, and Alina tried hard to open her eyes, but still couldn’t see clearly.
She approached Roland as if sleepwalking, watching him lift the cover of a warmer, and gesturing for her to sit.
"Dear Miss Alina, please."
"What nonsense are you saying?" Alina’s cheeks blushed slightly, her vitality somewhat restored.
The term "dear" was quite common in the Jin Yuan Kingdom, even among ordinary friends, they could call each other "my dear friend," but in the Sussex Empire, it was exclusive to lovers.
Roland was not a Jin Yuan person, so naturally, it wasn’t used in the Jin Yuan way.
This was clearly flirting, or at least teasing!
Alina’s expression was somewhat unnatural, but she still sat down opposite him. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
She was really hungry. The tantalizing aroma of tender steak and foie gras left her no time to correct Roland’s misuse of words.
She carefully forked a piece of tenderloin into her mouth, making a rare effort to somewhat elegantly combine rapid eating and elegance.
Her graceful demeanor left Roland in awe.
After Alina finished the steak in front of her, she realized Roland was watching her, and bashfully pursed her lips and lowered her head slightly.
"What are you looking at?"
"Looking at food." Roland was honest.
Of course, the food he referred to wasn’t the steak, but the more tender and juicy youthful beauty.
Alina detected the implication in Roland’s words, feeling three parts annoyed yet seven parts shy, her voice trembling slightly as she softly reminded, "Does your wife know how amorous you are outside?"
"Miss Alina, this was your request, have you forgotten?" Roland teased softly.
Alina looked somewhat bewildered, her initially blurred memories gradually becoming clear.
Upon recalling the nonsense she spoke in despair, the knife and fork in her hand slipped down, making a crisp sound.
Oh no, she was talking nonsense, but Roland took it seriously, what to do?
Her mind went blank, leaving her completely dumbfounded.
Eating felt great, but being treated as food felt not so great.
Although she had once considered using herself as part of a trade to tempt Roland in despair, and had spoken nonsense when out of her mind, she still panicked when the moment actually came.
