In the Name of the Queen

"Cheers!"

The Queen's troubles belong to the Queen, and the Earl's happiness belongs to the Earl.

What does Queen Sylva's troubles have to do with me, Earl Sylva?

After standing under the golden nan tree in the back garden of the palace for ten minutes, Sylva finally came to her senses.

Whether Roland will degenerate is a matter for the future.

At least now he is extremely loyal.

Wherever she looks with the power of [Insight], Roland's heart is like blood.

Let the future Roland worry about the future Sylva.

Don't worry about yourself.

Open the champagne!

Earl Sylva signaled the maid to pour wine for the guests, and introduced to Roland with a smile:

"Roland, this is Milan champagne specially supplied by the royal family of Talia. It tastes excellent, mellow and sweet. You try it."

Roland's hand holding the glass froze in the air.

It was already unlucky to open champagne in the half, and it was Milan champagne, which was a double debuff. This wine was undrinkable.

But he couldn't refuse.

I can't tell you about the stories from my hometown.

He stopped drinking and asked with a smile: "I have never heard of Milan champagne. Is there anything special about this wine?"

"Of course."

Thinking of Alban's slightly surprised look and then obediently obeying orders, Sif was in a very good mood and explained softly:

"Milan champagne is a drink exclusively provided by the Talia royal family. This wine is often used in high-level dinners, and it is also used to celebrate victory."

"The Grand Duke of Milan, the god of war in the Talia Empire, would drink champagne before every expedition to celebrate his victory in advance."

Roland felt a little toothache.

This guy can only set off at noon to lead his troops to fight, because something will happen sooner or later.

Seeing Roland's hesitation, Count Sif smiled and comforted him:

"The Grand Duke of Milan participated in 19 battles of all sizes in his military career and won all of them. So drinking Milan champagne before participating in important events is a good omen, drink it with confidence."

It turns out that the Milan champagne in this world is so powerful?

That's fine, drink it!

Roland raised his glass, clinked a glass with Count Sif from a distance, and drank it all in one gulp.

Sif didn't lie. The taste of Milan champagne was particularly fresh and quite good.

After drinking a glass of champagne and cutting the medium-rare steak into her mouth, Sif's mood was as wonderful as the long-lost sunny day in Sussex.

"Roland, thank you."

She said softly.

Roland stopped his knife and fork, swallowed the beef in his mouth, wiped the sauce from the corner of his lips with a napkin, and responded with a smile:

"It's the other way around. I should thank Count Sif. You helped me win the championship and saved me from the villain who wanted to murder me."

Sif shook her head slowly and murmured softly: "Roland. Without your help, Her Majesty the Queen would become a canary in a cage kept by some people and die in depression."

"You help her, you help me."

Sif was right. Roland's help to her was indeed more than a writing champion plus a prize of 1,500 pounds.

But Roland couldn't say this himself, so he could only wait for her to say it.

Saying it himself would be asking for credit.

Sif said it, and everyone was happy.

Sif's attitude is the Queen's attitude, and Roland is waiting for this attitude.

It is not easy to help the Queen regain power. In the process, he will have a lot of power. It is not easy to get along with Sif harmoniously.

His choice is not to serve the Queen directly, but to help as a friend and guest of Count Sif.

This can reduce suspicion, but it cannot cure the root cause.

If the Queen always has a grudge in her heart, the day of success may be a cup of poison.

He is not afraid of suffering with the Queen, but he is afraid that he cannot enjoy happiness together.

Now it seems that he is worrying too much.

Sif may not be as simple as Sif, but there is no sign of being corrupted by power.

As for whether she will degenerate in the future, let Roland worry about it in the future.

You can't have both and not take any risks.

As long as you know how to grasp the measure and retire in time, you can at least get a count by virtue of your support.

If Her Majesty is more generous, it is not impossible to become a marquis or even a duke.

Reborn in a different world, he actually became the free and easy Earl who rides horses and hunts every day and lives a life of drunkenness and dreams?

This ending is not bad, at least 90 points.

Roland took the initiative to raise his glass and toasted Sif.

"Earl Sif, since we are friends, let's not say those hypocritical words. May our friendship last forever. Cheers!"

He always used friendship as the tone of the two sides' relationship, and also reminded Sif not to forget her original intention.

However, Sif did not respond.

Her slender fingers clenched the wine glass, and it turned slightly pale.

"Since we are friends, you are not allowed to call me Earl Sif in the future."

"Then. Miss Sif?" Roland did not fear and tremble, but went with the flow.

"Sif!"

Sif gave a firm answer and raised her glass in response.

Since we are friends, we should be equal, without distinction of high and low, isn't it?

This is what Roland was waiting for.

"Sif, cheers!"

When he raised his glass, Roland saw Lisa who was accompanying him across the table from the corner of his eye.

He had never seen Lisa so restrained, even her hand holding the steak was shaking slightly.

He used his eyes to remind Lisa to raise her glass, and she followed him to pick up the glass in a daze.

The simple and harmonious dinner ended quickly.

Champagne does not intoxicate people, but people get intoxicated by champagne.

When Sif returned to the bedroom, the whole world was spinning, only she was safe and motionless. She smiled and threw her heavy body into the bed and began to dream.

Roland declined Sif's request to stay and took Lisa home.

It can be seen that Lisa is very reserved here, so let's go home.

Even if it is small and broken, the feeling of home is different after all.

Roland and Lisa walked side by side on the banks of the Tamas River. The autumn wind at night was a little cold. Lisa wrapped her collar tightly and walked silently.

"Sister, are you worried?"

"No"

After a pause of one second, Lisa smiled self-deprecatingly. She couldn't hide her worries at all. Since Roland saw it, why should she hide it.

She sighed lightly: "It's nothing, but I stayed at Miss Sif's house for one night, and I felt the gap between people even more."

That's it?

Roland was about to use a joke to change the topic, but suddenly remembered that this was Lisa's first time staying overnight at a high-ranking noble's house.

Sif was born in the royal family, and her living conditions were much better than those of ordinary earls.

If he was not a time traveler, he would probably be shocked by the luxurious life of Sif's family.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he whispered: "Sister, one day you will live the same life, I said."

"I don't want it."

Lisa shook her head and whispered softly: "I know you are in the vortex and can't retreat, and I won't hold you back. But I just hope you are safe."

"Okay!"

After thousands of words, only one word remained.

There is no need to say more between relatives.

Lisa opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said it out.

"The maid of Miss Sif's family laid three layers of velvet bedding on the bed where I sleep. It's so comfortable to sleep."

"That's good, it means people respect you." Roland replied casually.

Lisa smiled and shook her head, saying slowly: "The next day, when the maid was making the bed, she found a pea under the quilt. She was so scared that her face turned pale and she apologized to me repeatedly."

"I didn't understand why she apologized at the time. Who could feel a pea through three layers of quilts? Later I found out that even if there were more layers of velvet quilts, Miss Sif would probably be hurt by the pea."

"We are different."