In the Name of Empress-Chapter 514 - 328: Hey, It’s a Catfight!

"The coronation ceremony is over, please exit the venue in an orderly manner."

Seeing the situation about to get out of control, Saintess Christine, who hosted the ceremony, reacted the fastest. She knew how embarrassing it would be to quarrel on such an occasion, and hurriedly interrupted loudly.

Sif and Alina gave her a grateful glance, then stared at Sofia.

The onlooking guests were truly reluctant to leave.

Watching a fight is good; watching women fight is great; watching famous women fight is fantastic!

What could be more interesting than queens tearing into each other at the scene, right at the pinnacle of power?

But it was unbearable to watch.

Whether it was Sofia or Sif, or Alina, they were all formidable figures with power and strength.

If you pissed them off, the way you die would be beyond imagination.

Rupert, the new Chief of Military Intelligence responsible for gathering intelligence for Sif, had his face twitching.

This was such a magnificent spectacle of a women’s fight, he would be willing to give half his life for the right to watch it on site.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible.

Frustrated to the point of tears, he even tripped when leaving the hall, completely unaware that a small button had fallen from his pocket.

As the spectators filed out, Sofia stood expressionless, even making way for others to exit.

Sif and Alina quietly moved closer, entrusting their backs to each other.

Though Sif didn’t quite like Alina, she acknowledged Alina’s stance and strength, daring to entrust her back to her.

Standing slightly behind them was Lisa, and furthest back was Christine.

The four of them instinctively formed a battle formation.

Proficient in various fighting techniques and skilled in using combat weapons, Sif naturally took the front line.

Those capable of providing ranged fire support and assistance, Lisa and Alina, stood behind, while Christine, who could restore life and strength to the whole team, stood furthest back.

Noticing the battle formation displayed by these four, Sofia’s expression didn’t flinch in the slightest, and she couldn’t even be bothered to give them an extra glance.

After the last guest had left, Alina straightforwardly expressed her stance.

"Sofia, I’m willing to make some sacrifices for peace, but your demands are too excessive. Besides, you’re asking the wrong person; you should be seeking the opinions of Sylph and Roland, I can’t decide for them."

Sif was about to resolutely refuse when she suddenly remembered that Roland hadn’t expressed his stance, causing her heart to skip a beat, her originally sharp gaze now softened.

She knew Roland well.

He was smart and capable, able to bend and accommodate, but his bottom line was too flexible.

Sif often suspected that as long as the price was right, there was nothing Roland wouldn’t sell, not even his soul.

She dared not think, what if Roland chose the easier path instead of facing the life-and-death challenge?

Five years is truly too long, and nothing happening between an old woman cloistered in loneliness and a vigorous, needy young man would be strange.

Could someone as domineering as Sofia ever regurgitate what she’s swallowed?

She could share with Alina and Lisa, but would Sofia be willing to share?

When her gaze fell on Roland, Sif felt conflicted to the extreme.

If granting a quarter of Roland’s sovereignty could bring peace, she couldn’t resist, but if losing meant losing all of Roland, she couldn’t accept it.

Her heart tightened inexplicably, fearing Roland might choose the simpler path without principles.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

She knew very well that no matter what she said, it would be hard to change Roland’s decision.

Instead of showing vulnerability and incompetence before a nemesis, it was better to let Roland make the choice.

She just didn’t believe that their years of daily companionship wouldn’t surpass a moment of mercy under the knife.

Though Sif kept comforting herself and mustering courage, her trembling hands betrayed her inner panic.

Standing to her rear left, Lisa held her left hand, meeting her panicked gaze with warmth that gave her some courage.

Standing to her rear right, Alina also held her right hand, meeting her anxious gaze with a look of control that gave her some stability.

Sif didn’t speak; she just slightly opened her mouth and mouthed the words, "Thank you."

At the moment the three of them held hands, Sif truly from the bottom of her heart accepted her two life-and-death comrades.

If they could trust each other with their lives and souls, then sharing a cherished man didn’t seem to be an unacceptable thing. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Roland was the talk of the Rodinia Continent, wielding power in two nations, and it was unlikely that he’d have only one woman beside him for life.

In that case, why not share with trusted companions?

Sif’s clear eyes seemed to traverse an entire lifetime.

From confusion, anxiety, pain, and hesitation to stability, calm, and steadiness, who knew what she experienced in those few seconds?

Sofia, observing Sif from the corner of her eye, watched her changing gaze with interest.

She looked down from above at these few nervously anxious little ones.

Sif took a deep breath and finally couldn’t resist secretly using [Insight] on Sofia.

True strong individuals dislike being spied upon. If Sofia discovered it, not only would it be awkward, it might even lead to a diplomatic incident.

At this moment, she couldn’t care about diplomatic etiquette; at least she had to see if the opponent had any hostility.

Insight, activate!

Sif’s lake-blue clear eyes instantly turned as deep as an abyss, and she saw the light above Sofia’s head.

It was an endless blue glacier.

Boundless, biting cold, with nothing else visible.

Just as Sif was hesitating whether to take a closer look, Sofia turned to her with a light-hearted smile and softly asked: