In the Name of the Queen

The Minister of the Interior Walder was lying on the wide bed, his eyes closed, like a corpse or drunk.

Sylph knew that he was not sick, but just heartbroken.

Heart disease needs to be cured with heart medicine, and fortunately Roland prescribed her the antidote.

She mustered up her courage and took a deep breath, "Teacher, I will not be cowardly anymore!"

Walder's eyelids moved slightly, still as calm as a corpse.

Sylph hurt his heart too deeply, he had to take it slow, what if she was trying to make him happy?

"Teacher, I will build my own team, I will go across the sea, to the three overseas provinces."

Walder, who was originally sick and about to "die", suddenly became energetic. He wanted to sit up directly, but he held back.

How come this child is getting better and better at making the old man happy? She can't succeed!

Seeing that Walder was still as calm as a corpse, Sylph had to take out her trump card.

"When these traitors and thieves make trouble, I will personally lead the army to quell the rebellion and restore order!"

That's about right, wait, what did she say just now? !

Is this still the Sylph who was so scared that she wanted to abdicate?

Walder was resurrected instantly and sat up suddenly. His old eyes, which were just cloudy, burst into a frightening cold light.

"Your Majesty, what did you say?"

The old man's eyes were as round as bull's eyes.

He couldn't believe his ears.

He was immediately furious after being surprised.

Sylph was his student. After so many years, he knew her level best.

A clean and beautiful vase.

She had a simplicity and kindness that did not belong to this circle at all.

These were advantages for ordinary nobles.

They were all negative attributes for the queen.

He really wanted to be angry to death on the spot, but unfortunately, although he was old, he was in good health and nothing happened.

Hearing Sylph's determination, he was delighted and immediately realized that this was clearly cheating.

He asked in a low voice, "Who taught you this?"

"I, I thought of it myself."

"You still want to lie to me! Sylph, your eyelashes tremble every time you lie."

"No, no, I try to control my eyelashes, how can they tremble?" Sylph stretched out her right hand and touched her long eyelashes like lightning, muttering unconvinced.

As soon as she finished speaking, she knew she was fooled.

Her eyelashes did not move, but the fact that she lied was still exposed.

The teacher knew her too well.

Facing the teacher's sharp eyes like a blade, she had to tell the truth.

Sylph shrugged and told Roland's entire analysis process.

Walder's pupils gradually shrank.

Seeing that the teacher didn't speak, Sylph hurriedly explained for Roland, "Teacher, are you willing to believe my vision of people?"

"Your Majesty is born with a keen eye, no doubt."

Sylph's special ability is [Insight]. Although it is at the elementary level, it is enough to distinguish the truth from the false most of the time.

She said Roland is trustworthy, and that is trustworthy.

Walder smiled with relief.

He instinctively thought that the hostile forces had sent people to approach Sylph with bad intentions.

He thought too much.

It was most likely the mascot vase queen, was it necessary?

Since Sylph thought Roland was trustworthy, then he was trustworthy.

It was a good thing that the students were willing to take the right path, and it didn't matter who persuaded them.

After talking with Sylph for a long time, he was sure that she had cut off her retreat and decided to do a big job. He finally left Sheffield Castle in high spirits.

On the way home in the carriage, Walder even secretly took out the strong liquor hidden under the seat, drank a few big gulps, and hummed a light tune in an unclear voice.

He was a little curious about what this young man named Roland was busy with.

Roland was eating.

It was a long time after returning home, and Lisa was still waiting for him.

Although he said there was no need to wait, Lisa just smiled.

"Every time you go home, the stairs creak. I'll always be woken up anyway, so why not wait for you? You, you asked me to go home earlier instead of waiting for you."

Roland picked up the fork and put the delicious meatballs dipped in the soup into his mouth, mumbling incoherently:

"I've decided that I must buy a house with solid stairs. I'll go to see the house tomorrow!"

"Did you get the money?"

Lisa looked at Roland in surprise.

Although the essay contest champion was confirmed, she always felt guilty before she got the prize.

Roland took out the bag full of big gold coins and pushed it over.

A pound of Sussex big gold coins weighs 7.5 grams, and 1,500 gold coins are almost more than ten kilograms, which is really heavy.

The gold coins feel great.

I never get tired of touching them.

Let my sister touch the gold coins too.

Lisa curiously opened the bag and stroked the gold coins brought by Roland, with a smile of joy that she couldn't hide.

However, her smile disappeared after counting the 501st gold coin.

"Why so many?"

When she asked, she felt a chill on her back.

If Byron dared to give one less, she would cut him.

If he gave a few more, she would accept them with ease and mock the fat man for his poor math.

But it was too much.

A rough estimate is at least more than a thousand gold coins.

Roland ate the last big meatball, wiped his mouth with a napkin, glanced at the small candle on the table, and teased:

"Sister, I told you to light a big candle, why is it so small?"

"Roland!"

Lisa interrupted Roland's attempt to get away with it, tightened the mouth of the gold coin bag, and sighed faintly:

"Roland, you have changed."

"I haven't changed."

Roland said calmly: "Sister, are you trying to say that if I have money, I will become evil? Come on, people who can become evil are not very good at heart."

"No, that's not what I meant."

Lisa was afraid that Roland would misunderstand, so she quickly explained: "I believe you. I'm just worried that you will get involved in a whirlpool that you can't extricate yourself from."

Of course Roland understood what she meant.

They were afraid that he would be involved in various political struggles and become cannon fodder who would be sacrificed at some point.

Lisa was right to think so, if he hadn't hugged her thigh.

But now there are thighs.

He is nominally Sif's strategist, but is actually helping the Queen plan a comeback.

Although the Queen is largely ignored, she is by no means a pure mascot.

The powers she currently possesses include but are not limited to dissolving parliament, convening three-level meetings, freely touring the country, summoning overseas territorial armies, appointing some mid-level officials, awarding junior noble titles and royal knight titles, etc.

If she felt it necessary, she could even mobilize the army of a certain province to protect herself.

Of course, if she really did this, the famous scene of "Why did Your Majesty rebel?" would occur. She would definitely not do this unless necessary.

The monarch who has so much power only temporarily delegates regular powers such as administration, justice, personnel and finance and taxation due to his age. He is definitely not a puppet.

Of course, it’s hard to say whether it will happen after one year.

If the cabinet insists that the emperor does not have the ability to govern the country alone, it can submit a bill to deprive part of the power to the House of Nobles and the House of Commons for decision.

Once the verdict is that the emperor's pro-government harms the country, Sylph will lose almost all her power and become a humanoid seal.

In this situation, it is probably "the country is still yours, and the throne is also yours. National affairs will be discussed by the cabinet ministers. If you are not capable of managing the country, let professionals act for you."

It sounds wonderful, but the benefits attached to the imperial power have nothing to do with Sylph from now on.