In the Name of Empress-Chapter 469 - 315: Is the Letter a Forgery? (3)

Alright, Lisa isn’t an outsider, so let her take a look.

With extreme reluctance, Sif retrieved a delicate safe from under the desk and awkwardly found the key to insert into the lock.

Watching her awkwardness, Lisa almost couldn’t hold back her laughter.

At least half of Sif’s cold demeanor earlier was just an act.

A newlywed husband went abroad for work, surrounded by romantic and passionate Jin Yuan Maidens, who wouldn’t worry?

It seems Sif is still perfectly normal.

Taking Roland’s handwritten letter from Sif’s hand, Lisa was a bit curious about what this guy had written.

The very first sentence made Lisa feel a bit sour.

The letter to her starts with "Sister Lisa," whereas the one to Sif begins with "Dear baby Sylph," the favoritism is too apparent.

Reading the letter with a heavy heart, Lisa was so angry she bit her lip, unable to say a word.

How can you say this is nothing written?

The letter is over a thousand words, with only about three hundred related to work, the rest expressing longing.

This isn’t showing love, it’s clearly flaunting it.

Forgetting your sister once you have a wife, is this what men are like?

Seeing Lisa’s colorful expressions as she read, Sif became curious, "Miss Lisa, what did Roland write in the letter to you?"

"Nothing much, I’ve already burned it."

Watching Sif’s skeptical look, Lisa gritted her teeth and reached into her pocket, summoning a flickering flame in her palm to burn the letter she carried.

To be fair, purely based on mastery of Flame Magic, she had surpassed Anthony, able to incinerate a letter in her pocket without any heat escaping, truly a master of destroying letters.

Sadly, this impressive trick was like showing off to no one who appreciated it.

Seeing the ashes in Lisa’s palm, Sif wisely did not inquire further.

With Lisa’s affection for Roland, how could she burn his letter?

Feeling the warmth of the ashes, only a fool wouldn’t know it was freshly burned.

It was glaringly clear that the contents of Roland’s letter to her were much more than to Lisa.

Unintentionally winning again, Sif felt quite cheerful.

However, with Lisa right across from her, she had to suppress her laughter.

Fortunately, she is a seasoned performer, unlikely to have an onstage blunder unless she can’t hold it in.

Seeing Sif’s struggle to stifle her laughter, Lisa felt uncomfortable but also somewhat relieved.

She never could compare to Sif, for Sif was Roland’s true beloved.

The beloved, gentle white moonlight in his arms, invincible.

Lisa was a little upset, yet found no way to vent her frustration, so she buried her head in continuing to read the letter, hoping to find something.

Persistence pays off, and she truly found something.

"Sif, this letter might be fake."

"What did you say, fake? That’s impossible, the handwriting is clearly Roland’s." Sif’s eyes began to narrow, daring to use such a letter to deceive her, she wouldn’t let it slide.

"Roland has a few habitual spelling errors that others wouldn’t know, look here, he always misses a letter in this word, but here, it’s complete."

Sif said nothing, directly moving towards the bookshelf.

There were original novel manuscripts written by Roland himself.

She pulled out a volume, carefully leafing through it, until she found the same word.

Sure enough, the spelling error was just as Lisa described.

Unwillingly, she continued to leaf through, finding another instance of the word with the same spelling error.

It was evident that Roland considered this spelling to be correct, as he consistently wrote it that way.

Missing one consonant doesn’t affect readability, but it does affect the mood.

Calmly placing the manuscript back on the shelf, Sif returned to the desk, casually picking up a pen, only to find it already deformed from her grip.

She held back and held back, but finally couldn’t hold it anymore.

"Miss Lisa, please set off for Jin Yuan immediately and find this person. I’ll personally deal with her."

Lisa had been waiting for this statement, nodded, and swiftly departed.

Watching Lisa leave, there was a bit more dejection in Sif’s eyes.

"Roland, where’s the real letter, would you actually write this way?"