In the Name of Empress-Chapter 511 - 327: The Price of Peace Is Actually Roland? (Part 2)
Just as Roland said, no matter how much gratitude has already been repaid.
Alina let out a breath, her eyes gradually brightened, like the brightest star in the night sky.
The two remained silent.
No words were needed to understand each other’s hearts at this moment.
Whether destiny or life, they are bound together. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Time passed by the second, the starlight gradually faded, and slivers of dawn appeared in the east.
Alina opened her mouth, mustered her courage to say something, but Roland was quicker.
Releasing the slender hand he was holding, Roland smiled and said:
"It’s almost dawn, we need to prepare for the enthronement ceremony. From now on, we must devote ourselves fully to the preparations; other matters can wait for the future."
Alina’s words were stifled back; she nodded, looked at Roland’s caring gaze and the lighting sky, and gently said: "Okay."
Some words can only be spoken at a particular moment.
Roland speaking before her did not mean he misunderstood her feelings, but rather he understood them perfectly.
He neither rejected nor accepted, leaving the future to the future.
Perhaps seeing the disappointment in Alina’s eyes, Roland unusually breached his inner taboo, making a promise to Alina under the heavy FLAG.
"Alina, my manor has quite nice scenery. After the day of return, I’d like to invite you to stay at the manor for a while, do you have time?"
"Yes!"
Alina answered without hesitation.
She understood Roland’s words.
If Roland were treating her as an outsider, he would have used words to invite her as a guest for a period, not to stay for a while.
Roland’s intentions were clear; he didn’t want any distractions before the day of return, and he wouldn’t deceive himself after.
This promise instantly eased Alina’s furrowed brows, adding a healthy rosy tint to her slightly pale skin.
All doubts dissipated instantly, and Alina, who had seemed a bit haggard moments ago, immediately became radiant.
Seeing her glowing with vitality, Roland’s lips subtly curved upwards.
Though he set a not-too-small FLAG, he didn’t make a mistake.
If Alina were to spend the last few months in anxiety, she might become the vulnerable point in the final battle.
Sif had long come to terms that the existence of the soul blood link made their destinies inseparable.
If they survived, Roland couldn’t imagine the possibility of them being apart.
How could one tell a girl willing to share her soul and life, "You are free to pursue your own exclusive love"?
With a good temper, it might be met with tears, soft punches and a melodramatic scene.
With a bad temper, it might result in a few hundred slashes.
Roland no longer avoided his true feelings, taking half a step forward and opening his arms.
Alina looked at Roland in surprise, lifted the hem of her skirt, and rushed towards him. She wasn’t at all worried about falling, knowing Roland would catch her gently.
As she expected, Roland easily embraced her slender waist, giving her the strongest hug.
The dawn appeared in the east, and the originally dazzling stars gradually faded in the sunlight.
Roland and Alina hugged and said goodbye, not noticing someone watching them silently from a not-so-distant peak.
Seeing Roland and Alina separate, the azure figure standing between light and shadow briefly flickered away, as if it never appeared.
Boarding the carriage that came to pick her up, Alina glanced back at Roland.
He stood by the roadside, looking at her gently, his lips soft with a smile.
Roland’s smile merged with the sunlight, filling her heart, dispelling the gloom, lighting the world.
Until Roland’s figure disappeared at the end of view, Alina reluctantly lowered the carriage curtains, deeply sighing:
"Roland, why did you get drunk that day?"
She indeed felt regret; though Elaine acted recklessly without regard for the bigger picture, she ultimately created an opportunity for her.
However, Roland drank too hard, passed out at the last step.
Despite having shared an intimate embrace induced by alcohol during that chaotic night, she remained a virgin.
Alcohol reduced their distance to zero but prevented it from becoming negative.
It was just as well; had their first memories been annihilated by a hangover, it would have been quite regrettable.
The ideal first time should be amid rose petals strewn in a hot spring, comforted by Nature’s gentle caress amidst the pain and bliss.
Luckily, Roland was undeniably drunk that day.
Alina’s cheeks flushed, her heart jumping merrily like a restless young fawn. Fortunately, the carriage had decent soundproofing, preventing her heartbeats from escaping.
The carriage stopped at West Palace; when Alina stepped out, she had already restored a calm and cold demeanor.
With an expressionless face, she walked towards the dressing room, letting the court ladies style her hair and change her attire.
Sorry, Roland, the power I am about to display to Sofia doesn’t entirely belong to me.
It is the power of the Illusionary Wanderer.
After Tier Seven Stargazer, the star path diverges, Stargazers can choose a suitable advancement route.
Alina’s choice is the Illusionary Wanderer.
She carries the bloodline of the Star Spirit, and back then Emperor Bonaparte also had a sister who chose the path of the Illusionary Wanderer.
The ultimate point of Astrology is Divination Skill.
While the Illusionary Wanderer’s advancement choice lies in using lies to construct an ending and guiding people toward that illusory outcome.
If everyone believes, the illusory ending will become reality.
This is the Illusionary Wanderer.
Playing with hearts, manipulating lies, using people’s trust to turn lies into reality.
Those proficient in Astrology often have accurate predictions; if they insert some seemingly reasonable personal bias into their accurate prophecies, it’s hard to detect.
