In the Name of Empress-Chapter 508 - 326: Emperor or Clown?
As long as Roland is here, she’s not afraid of anything.
Even if the sky falls and the earth shatters, the stars dim, and divine wrath descends, she is fearless.
Roland raises the scepter, his clear voice echoing above the square.
"Cheer for Her Majesty the Empress, cheer for victory, cheer for the invincible warriors!"
Once again, cheers rise, even more fervently this time.
Among the crowd, those responsible for maintaining order lead the prepared slogans, and under the influence of conformity, others follow suit with inspiring slogans.
Sif lightly leaps towards Roland, taking the scepter he held up and raises it high.
As the scepter is raised, the atmosphere reaches a climax.
With a "pop," champagne corks pop from the bottles, the glasses filled with fine wine hold not only the joy of victory but also the aura of the Empire as the world’s number one power.
It’s good, everyone’s back.
Standing behind Roland, Wald suddenly feels a slight darkness before his eyes.
He struggles to steady himself, not wanting to show a hint of weakness in the public’s sight, and doubly not wanting his student to see his exhausted expression.
Luckily, his student was embracing their lover and would not notice him over here.
The young ones are growing up, and the old man should step down too.
Wald forces a smile, but there is a slight chill in his heart.
Even in the scorching summer, he inexplicably feels a bit cold.
It must indeed be age; after this battle, he truly needs to retire and enjoy his later years.
Wald lowers his head, maintaining a steady pace, blending into the crowd as he heads towards the Empress’s Palace.
At the moment of his daze, someone suddenly hooks his right arm.
He’s somewhat displeased; do I look that old?
Just as he was about to glare at the reckless fellow supporting him, he sees the smiling face of Sif.
"Teacher, I encountered many things outside this time, and I want to share them with you. Are you interested in hearing some little stories?"
Wald’s anger dissipates, a smile spreads across his face lined with wrinkles.
"How nice, I used to tell you stories, never thought my good student could narrate the outside world’s tales to me, I’d love to listen."
He knows well enough that storytelling is an excuse, supporting him is the real intent.
No one noticed his weakness, yet Sif did.
She is the Empress, the perfect figure admired by thousands, yet in front of him, she remains the straightforward student.
The river of time seems to have never flowed.
Sif holds Wald’s arm, walking slowly as she casually speaks of the experiences attacking the Oden Kingdom.
There’s really nothing much to say; Wald, with much experience and knowledge, has seen everything.
Though intending to support the tired teacher waiting outside for a long time, some topics are necessary.
For example...
"Teacher, did you know? The Sea Demon’s singing on land sounds different too. Munina..."
Siren’s Song?
Wald raises an eyebrow, intrigued.
He only learned the general course of the war from the reports; the specifics only Sif, who was on the frontline, knows well.
Sif clears her throat and begins from the siege of Oden’s Imperial Capital.
Oden’s Imperial Capital truly deserved the title of an impregnable fortress.
Despite complete preparation and the two massive fleets surrounding the solitary city from the high seas, attacking the city still faced numerous troubles.
It was ultimately the voices of Munina and Sif that opened the gates.
"It was a magnificent concert, my collaboration with Munina was flawless."
Recalling the scenario of singing amidst flying artillery, Sif still feels a thrill.
Wald listens intently, then sighs lightly, "Unfortunately, this secret trick works best the first time. Subsequent enemy capitals will be precautionary."
Once the potency and range of the Siren’s Song are known, it can be dealt with smoothly.
Whether through interference or other methods, a song can’t topple two cities.
Sif merely smiles slightly, her gaze drifting towards the distant east, towards Saint Rurik Palace.
She never expected much from the Siren’s Song.
Did they hope the song would charm Sofia?
There’s no more siege warfare ahead, only defensive battles, and the enemy defenses are tokenistic.
Seeing Sif not continuing the topic, Wald doesn’t either, instead softly sighing:
"Sif, all of you have grown, I can rest at ease now. Once this battle ends, this old skeleton of mine can’t take the strain, I’m really retiring."
"Be sure to visit my estate to taste the wine sometime."
Wald chuckles easily.
Sif looks at her teacher with a complicated expression, opens her mouth but stops short.
Wald feigns a grumpy manner, murmuring dissatisfiedly: "What, don’t you want this old man to retire early?"
Sif helplessly nods her head.
Her words were on her lips just now, but the teacher was faster.
She certainly doesn’t wish for the teacher to overstrain; his earlier state of mind truly worried her.
She intended to use the pretext of "asking the teacher to oversee the homeland" to let him semi-retire sooner.
She’s genuinely worried he might die at his post, unable to explain to his wife.
Seeing the teacher’s eyes blazing with fiery passion, Sif can only extinguish the thought.
The teacher’s gaze is so unwavering, refusing him would indeed be impolite, perhaps even memorable. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Alright, she’ll work harder with Roland in the future, trying not to trouble the teacher with vexing issues.
