In the Name of Empress-Chapter 470 - 316: Blood, That’s Blood!

Sif was very aware that Roland was definitely not a cold and unfeeling person.

He could never abandon Sister Lisa, who accompanied him for many years despite having no blood relation.

With Lisa’s beauty and strength, it would be easy to find a good match if she wanted to marry, but she has always remained single.

Single, yet ambiguous in her relationship with Roland.

Even a blind person could see that their relationship is not ordinary.

Sif even long believed Roland would marry Lisa.

That was the result she least wanted to see.

Luckily, she won.

Perhaps the elf who looked similar in her dream was the reason she could win, but that’s not important.

Victory is far more important than the reason for the victory.

She has already won, so she can be forgiving to the loser; she couldn’t possibly ask Roland to drive Lisa away.

If she made such a request, regardless of whether Roland complied, she would lose miserably.

Her mother once said that if you treasure a relationship, never test it.

Defeating Sofia and surviving is what matters most.

Of course, she couldn’t do nothing.

If switching the letters was done on Captain Alina’s own accord, that would be fine; if Alina herself did it, she would take matters into her own hands.

Alina, was it you?

...

"Ah-choo!"

Alina, who was providing a lap pillow service for Roland, suddenly sneezed.

Roland, who was enjoying himself with closed eyes, abruptly sat up and stared at Alina.

"This kind of small matter doesn’t really need you to do it yourself; you need more rest."

"I’m okay, but those maids are clumsy, I don’t trust them."

Alina avoided Roland’s concerned gaze, feeling a strange warmth on her cheeks for some reason.

Could such a vast Jin Yuan Kingdom not find skilled massage masters and obedient maids?

Of course, they could.

If it wasn’t for Roland desiring the lap pillow and massage she provided, she would not be so idle.

He worked tirelessly for the recovery of Jin Yuan Kingdom, so this bit of enjoyment is indeed necessary.

Unfortunately, she subtly hinted multiple times to provide Roland with passionate, intimate maid companionship, but those were ruthlessly refused.

His relationship with Sif is truly great.

Just like a perfect flawless jade sculpture, Alina thought silently.

For some reason, she always felt the urge to smash this perfect sculpture.

She was startled by her thoughts and even recalled events from her childhood.

She once owned a very exquisite crystal angel statue.

She loved this angel statue dearly, hugging it to sleep every night, yet on a certain peaceful night, she couldn’t restrain the impulse to shatter it fiercely.

The crisp sound rang through time, echoing in her ears.

Humans always have strange destruction impulses; most times they can be restrained, but there are moments when they can’t be.

Alina was shocked by this absurd thought, her heart racing.

What was she thinking? Was she innately a destroyer or a bad girl?

Or was it simply jealousy of Sif?

No way, absolutely not!

Alina immediately dismissed this frightening idea.

She would rather admit to being a bad girl and a destroyer than admit to being jealous of Sif.

Seeing Alina’s unpredictable expression, fluctuating between red and white, Roland knew she was once again in that mode where a girl’s thoughts were unfathomable.

Seeing Alina’s emotions so unstable, Roland lost interest in enjoying the gentle lap pillow, yawning, he spoke lightly: "It’s getting late, I’m sleepy too."

"By the way, is there no letter from Hansa for me?"

"Yes, yes there is, all are official letters, Lady Elaine will have them organized for you tomorrow morning."

Alina murmured softly.

All are official letters?

Roland was filled with doubt, vaguely feeling something was amiss.

The letter he sent to Sif last was a standard family letter; he had even specially composed a poem expressing his longing.

Even though he and Sif had confirmed their marriage and taken a crucial step from youthfulness to maturity, they were still in the honeymoon phase, not just an old married couple, right?

Something must have gone wrong in some link.

Roland’s instinctive first reaction was that Alina withheld the letters, but he quickly dispelled this absurd thought and felt apologetic for suspecting Alina.

Her eyes were so clean, it certainly wasn’t her.

No one can have such a clear gaze after committing mischief.

She might have other thoughts but wouldn’t do something so trivial.

While Roland was lost in thoughts, a gentle voice came from the door, "Master, Lady Elaine has prepared night tea for you and the Prime Minister, may we bring it in now?"

The hands of the clock had just pointed to nine; the nightlife of West City was just beginning.

Alina opened her mouth but said nothing; she looked at Roland with a questioning gaze, leaving the choice to him.

After all, Roland had just said he was going to sleep, it would be impolite to make a rash decision.

Looking at Alina’s cautious demeanor, Roland felt inexplicably bitter.

Even when standing at the peak of power, controlling the life and death of millions, able to decide the continent’s situation, that spirited Captain Alina had disappeared.

Roland softly said, "Let them in, and bring a few more bottles of wine, and you join me for a drink. Oh, and wear the glasses from when we first met."

Alina paused for a moment, those glasses?

Though not lost, they had suffered slight damage in transit, so she kept them stored away.

Since Roland wanted them, she certainly wouldn’t refuse.

Alina stood up, smiling as she said, "Wait a moment, I’ll go find them, they should still be around."

She wasn’t looking for the glasses, but was going to put on a light night makeup and bring a few bottles of strong liquor instead.

Though without reason, she always felt that Roland wasn’t in a very good mood today.

At times like these, a friend’s company and strong liquor are the best companions for relieving worries.