In the Name of the Queen

Destroy the world!

Sophia's fingertips slid across the letter, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

If anger could kill, Sif would be dead.

If Sif was right in front of her, she would.

She would definitely sit quietly.

Because she couldn't beat Sif now.

That stunning sword cut off the road to godhood that could reach the end, but even if she reached the end, she couldn't beat the three deserters.

She once stood on the top of the clouds and mountains, and it was not difficult to return to the top and become the first person under the gods.

The real difficulty lies in how to defeat the three traitors who have been in the God's Domain for five epochs and whose strength is no longer what it used to be.

She has two choices.

It would be best to find a truly invincible way, so that no matter how arrogant the three traitors are, she can kill them with one sword.

The second choice is to fight side by side with Roland and others, and defeat them with the advantage of numbers and home field.

Sophia's proud character made her choose the former without hesitation, but she would not rule out the possibility of the latter.

Thinking of the three traitors, Sophia's murderous intent filled her heart even more.

Compared to them, Sif, who only has a bit of a bad mouth, is as cute as a girl next door.

Pretty, but noisy.

Out of sight, out of mind. Sophia put the endless letters into an envelope and threw them into the bookcase.

Walking out of the study, she walked in the back garden with a gloomy face.

Looking at the plum blossoms and ice flowers in front of her, she fell into deep thought.

"Am I really old?"

Her eyes fell on the frozen sea, watching the great white bear struggling to move its body and fighting a life-and-death battle with the little seal that popped up, her sharp eyes became a little softer.

Just as she was thinking about life, the azure light and shadow quietly approached.

Sophia frowned slightly, grabbed the azure light and shadow in her hand, and pressed it hard.

She slowly stood up, and her long hair that turned from blue to black fluttered in the wind.

Of course she is not old, but she has existed for a long time.

If it starts from the era when the last consciousness is retained, how much younger can Sif be?

She came from the Second Age, Sif and Roland came from the Third Age, and they were all old.

According to the age of the newborn, they were only in their twenties, which was very young compared to the long life span of the high-level extraordinary people.

Since she was not an old woman, Sif's vicious attack was naturally ineffective.

Sophia let go of her hand, and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

However, her smile lasted only half a second and disappeared.

Her white jade-like hand was holding the Azure Ice Spirit.

To be precise, it was the former Azure Ice Spirit, and now the Ice Spirit fragment.

The Azure Ice Spirit was born from the extreme cold and is good at using various ice skills. It does not have a traditional life form, but it has its own consciousness.

It is Sophia's loyal servant.

However, Sophia just reached out in anger and held the Azure Ice Spirit who was close to her and wanted to care about her, and accidentally crushed it.

The Azure Ice Spirit has no concept of life. As long as Sophia injects ice energy into it, it can be resurrected at any time.

For the Queen of Winter, this is not a difficult task, but Sophia can't do it now.

She gave up everything related to winter and could no longer mobilize the energy of ice.

The Azure Ice Spirit could not be resurrected.

This sudden change made Sophia fall into silence.

Of course, she would not be so hypocritical as to cry and make a fuss while holding the fragments of the Azure Ice Spirit. She even envied herself who could cry, laugh and make a fuss.

Unfortunately, that was a memory five epochs ago.

She was as strange as another person at that time.

Sophia stared at the fragments of the Ice Spirit, silent for a long time, and scattered the fragments into the frozen sea.

The broken ice crystals were particularly dazzling in the sun, flashing beautiful and dazzling colors, with a breathtaking beauty.

The Azure Ice Spirit once followed the greatest Queen of Winter, and turned into colorful streamers and returned to nature on this charming afternoon.

It can be regarded as a beginning and an end.

At the moment when the Azure Ice Spirit was shattered, a trace of haze that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time disappeared with the colorful streamers.

It turned out that the sword did not cut it cleanly.

There was still too much ice energy in her body, tempting her to return to the "right path" of shaping the goddess of winter in various ways.

"Right path?"

With ninety-nine points of disdain and one point of relief at the corners of Sophia's lips, she reached back and grabbed the Azure Fury with only the hilt left.

She now had two choices.

Smash the hilt.

Or reshape the complete Azure Fury and give it to Angelina without any reluctance.

She chose the latter without hesitation.

She promised Angelina, and she didn't want to break her promise.

More importantly, she decided to cut off the past and say goodbye to everything about winter.

In the past, she was a painting full of blue watercolor, beautiful, but there was no place to write, and no new things could be painted.

How could she embrace the new life without completely cutting off the past?

Sophia's eyes flashed with a strange look.

There was no color, but there was light.

She didn't determine the way to move forward, but she vaguely touched the unknown world.

She tapped her toes and a rock flew out.

With a leap, her slender body stood on the rock in an absolutely standard posture and flew towards the Winter Palace fifteen kilometers away.

Under the Holy Land, humans cannot fly by their own strength.

But one of the characteristics that distinguishes humans from animals is that they are good at using tools.

Sophia only needs a rock and a cloak to fly over a distance of more than ten kilometers.

Not only her, but all ten top five masters selected in the Battle of White Mountain can do it.

These ten people stand at the pinnacle of human power on land.

She is in the clouds.

She only temporarily gave up most of her power, but if her life is really in danger, she would not mind temporarily taking back some of her power.

Of course, she would never do this unless it is absolutely necessary.

She didn't want to go back.

Sophia landed in the Winter Palace Square in a chic manner.

Sakhalin, who was directing the repair of the fountain in the square, was startled. Seeing that it was the queen, he quickly regained his composure and came up to meet her.

In his mind, Sophia is the synonym of invincibility.

After that shocking sword, this view has become a mental stamp.

Sophia glanced at the fountain being repaired, without asking more questions, but said lightly:

"Send someone to inform Roland that no concessions can be made on principled issues. If the former ally wants to be our enemy, please bury him with honor."

"I will be away for a while, please pay more attention to domestic affairs."

Sakhalin heard Sophia say she was leaving, and his voice was trembling, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

As soon as the voice fell, he wanted to slap himself twice.

Can the whereabouts of the Queen be inquired?

Before the Battle of White Mountain, Sophia had already been indifferent. She often left Saint Rurik Castle, sometimes for a year or so.

Some people once wondered what the point of Sophia doing this was.

However, the sword that cut off the White Mountain made everyone shut up.

When Sakhalin was about to apologize for his gaffe, Sophia's cold voice slowly floated over.

"No need to do that, just go out for a walk, and I will be back. During my absence, Roland will take charge of all matters, big and small, and you and Angelina will assist."

When Sakhalin looked up, Sophia's figure had disappeared in the distance.

Sakhalin breathed a sigh of relief, then narrowed his eyes, a little puzzled.

Her Majesty's departure speed was indeed not slow, but it seemed that she was not much faster than him.

She was already a super strong person of the fourth rank, not far from the Holy Land, why did the speed increase so little.

After a moment of doubt, Sakhalin finally slapped himself in the face.

Sakhalin, Sakhalin, Her Majesty is walking a little slower to take care of a weak person like you. If Her Majesty's speed exceeds the speed of sound, what else can he hear?

Her Majesty is not walking slowly, this is her silent tenderness.

Her Majesty is so gentle, why did she meet a blind man like Ivan IV.

Sakhalin was indignant. Although he didn't dare to speak, he still felt sorry for Sophia.

Francis City.

The hotels arranged for diplomats from various countries are in several adjacent blocks. This distance is convenient for diplomats from various countries to visit each other for business, and also allows them to keep a certain distance so as not to fight.

On the terrace of the Tulip Hotel, Roland was shaking the wine glass in his hand and tasting the royal selection Milan champagne that Lisa brought from Talia.

It turns out that the Milan champagne in this world has no negative effects, and is even a lucky BUFF, but it doesn't matter.

Lisa squinted her eyes and sat opposite Roland with a smile.

The chair under her butt still had a trace of body temperature.

It's not hers, she just came.

After the Battle of White Mountain, she successfully broke through and was promoted to the fifth-level extraordinary profession [Scorching Flame]. At the same time, she also mastered the fifth-level flame magic meteor shower and became a great magician.

She is extremely sensitive to temperature and can easily analyze the identity of the previous guest from the residual temperature of the chair.

The warm wind from the forest, the breath of elves.

It is Sif.

In this city, Sif, Lisa and Alina have reached a certain tacit understanding.

Except for attending banquets, meetings and other public occasions, they will not appear at the same time.

At first, Lisa and Sif passed by each other and came to Roland one after another.

Then, Alina invited Roland to watch the stars together.

Once, twice, and three times, they appeared one after another.

The sensitive girls can feel each other's presence.

They "suddenly realized" that Sif/Lisa/Alina thought it was best not to meet now.

In this case, then respect each other and maintain this tacit understanding.

Afterwards, the thoughtful Lisa found that this was a misunderstanding, but could not solve it.

Some things are better left unsaid, because it will make everyone embarrassed.

They are also carefully looking for a way to get along that is acceptable to each other.

Drinking, getting drunk and sleeping together may be a man's dream, but the dream has been broken, leaving only a sea of ​​flowers without a single flower.

In short, Lisa would never ask who came just now. She came to share the joy with Roland, not to make things difficult for Roland.

"Wait, the wine temperature is low."

Lisa casually reached out and held Roland's wine glass, accurately transmitting the temperature.

Looking at her smiling face, Roland's lips raised a beautiful arc.

"Four years." He said softly.

"What four years?" Lisa was stunned.

Four years is an unfamiliar number to her. She and Roland have known each other for much longer than this number.

Four years ago.

She suddenly felt a little stuffy in her chest, because four years ago was the day when Roland met Sif.

She could accept that Sif was more important in Roland's heart. Who doesn't like beautiful elves?

But she still hoped that Roland would not be so unconcealed in front of her.

Just as she lowered her head slightly, Roland smiled and said, "How much do you think this hotel is worth?"

"11,000 pounds." Although her chest felt a little stuffy, Lisa would never lean on Roland's negative emotions. She forced a polite smile and answered softly.

"It can buy 100 Belfa Street 117."

Roland whispered, "But in my heart, that is our home, and it is of infinite value."

Lisa suddenly looked up and looked at Roland.

His eyes were particularly clear, and he drifted leisurely in the direction of the imperial capital.

Obviously, he really missed that house.

It was the single-family courtyard he bought with the essay prize, and it was also the nest that Lisa took care of with care.

However, as the furniture sent by Sif moved in, Lisa always had the illusion that the room was too crowded.

Later, she finally understood that it was not an illusion.

Lisa was a little disappointed, but soon relieved.

At least during the period between Roland's parents' death and his fate with Sif, Roland belonged to her alone.

Neither Sif nor Alina had ever had such complete exclusivity.

It was a pity that she and Roland were both ignorant at that time and missed the best reunion.

This is probably life.

Beauty and regret are sometimes dance partners.

Lisa was no longer melancholy, but raised her glass and smiled at Roland, "Although I can't think of a reason, let's toast."

Roland would certainly not refuse.

The glasses clinked lightly and he drank it all in one gulp.

The beauty of the world is always like the wine in the glass, which seems to be a lot, but it's gone in one gulp.

Footsteps sounded, and someone came.

"Cardinal, an urgent letter."

As the voice of the diplomatic counselor sounded, the time for opening champagne was over.

Roland opened the door and took the urgent letter from the counselor. When he turned around, Lisa had disappeared, leaving only the smell of wine and the unique perfume.

Public is public, private is private.

She now represents the Kingdom of Talia, and Roland represents the Vladimir Empire.

They can meet privately, but she will consciously avoid suspicion when Roland is working.

Roland opened the envelope, read the contents of the urgent letter, took out a lighter and burned the letter to ashes, and then cleaned up the ashes.

There was no expression on his face.

The content of this urgent letter did not exceed his expectations. The only surprise was that Sophia did not plan to attend the meeting at all.

Originally, I thought she would come to support him and hug her big thick legs.

Roland shrugged his shoulders and did not care too much.

He was not so useless that the leader had to come forward to settle everything.

Since he had accepted a palace from someone else, he had to do his best.

Since Sophia's attitude was clear, this job would be easy.

The Wende Empire must be restored, and the former royal family's direct territory must be returned.

Of course, if the Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol give face, it is not impossible to let them eat a little meat.

After all, everyone has contributed, and it can't be in vain.

If the defeated country does not pay the price, then the victorious country will become a clown?

Roland did not think that this negotiation was too difficult.

As long as the Vladimir Empire, the Golden Kite Republic, the Sussex Empire and the Kingdom of Talia put pressure together, would Pruden and Tyrol dare to fight on two fronts and declare war on the world?

The negotiations in the past few days also confirmed this point.

Although the Pruden Kingdom and the Tyrol Kingdom were firm in their attitude, they were not aggressive, but negotiated in full compliance with diplomatic etiquette.

They never used threats, but repeatedly emphasized how much they had lost in the annexation of the Wend Empire and the subsequent war with the Free Alliance.

"We demand reasonable compensation!"

This is what they often say.

Their demands are reasonable, but the territory they asked for is a little more.

It is not the royal family of the Wend Empire that they are arguing with. The royal family's direct jurisdiction has been taken back, and they are lucky to be able to restore their country. How dare they bargain.

The biggest resistance is Christine.

Miss Saint insisted that the Holy City of Bosnia and the surrounding Silesia region become a permanent neutral zone, directly governed by the Holy Court of Light, and not belonging to any country.

Her reason is simple, this can avoid the Holy Court of Light from being involved in secular wars as much as possible.

This is a reason that can stand, and she does have the strength to claim it.

If she moved to another place, all countries would not object. Unfortunately, Bosnia is not only a holy city, but also the region with the richest coal, iron and non-ferrous metal resources in the entire Rodinia.

Not only that, three provinces such as Silesia are also high-quality industrial areas with developed textile industries.

The Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol launched a war for this land.

Faced with Christine's insistence, they had to change their strategy and proposed to use a larger territory plus a huge amount of economic compensation to help the Holy Court of Light build a new holy city.

As long as they leave, they are willing to compensate Christine with five provinces, with larger territories, more people, more fertile land, and closer to the holy spring.

This is a very cost-effective deal, but Christine refused.

Not only did she refuse, but her attitude was very tough, and she was even unwilling to give any explanation.

Even Roland felt that she was a bit aggressive.

But she was an ally after all, and Roland could not directly object, so he had to invite her to a private chat.

Shortly after the diplomatic counselor left, the sky brightened and milky white holy light descended on the terrace.

It is not difficult to guess that this gorgeous appearance must be from the former Holy Lady of Light, now the Pope of Light.

The light became brighter and brighter, even a little dazzling.

Roland tilted his head slightly, and waited for Christine to complete her grand entrance before turning his head back.

"Welcome to Your Majesty of Light."

His tone was somewhat teasing.

"Christine."

The Pope of Light's fair face was flowing with holy light, and the faint stigmata added a bit of sharpness to this holiness.

Although the tone was a bit cold, the content was very warm.

"Christine, you look much stronger now." Roland asked tentatively.

"I can listen to the voice of the Lord of Light, and I am bathed in the divine favor every day. It is reasonable for me to become stronger." Christine's somewhat hard face softened a little.

"Then I am no match for you now." Roland shrugged.

"Christine will never attack Roland, forever." Christine said softly, with a tone of determination that could not change even if the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

Roland was of course willing to believe it, but he felt that this topic was a bit heavy, not like a casual chat between friends.

He even wanted to ask, what if the content of the oracle was to kill Roland?

But he would not ask.

If you cherish human nature, don't test it.

What's more, the light of Christine's humanity is fading, and the chilling aura on her body is gradually condensing.

"Roland will not attack Christine, forever."

After saying this, Roland took the opportunity to test it, "I must also declare that my lover is also a part of me."

Christine did not respond.

Just when Roland thought she would not answer, she said softly: "Unless they are enemies of the goddess, the promise will also work for them."

"You are my only friend, this is an exception. By the way, Sophia is not your wife, right?"

Christine's face showed a long-lost liveliness, which made Roland almost think that she was still the naive and stubborn saint.

He shook his head quickly.

"My cherishment of life is beyond your imagination."

Christine showed a smile that was almost impossible to miss.

"Bosnia is not my holy city, but the bedroom of the goddess before she went to the divine realm. If I give the holy city to the enemy as a trophy, how can I face the goddess and hundreds of millions of devout believers?"

"Roland, can you help me once?"

There was a hint of prayer in her eyes.

Roland understood that this was Christine's bottom line.

He patted his chest hard and said loudly: "Your Majesty of Light, don't worry. Roland, the Knight of Light, is willing to follow the guidance of light and fight to defend light."

Looking at his firm eyes, Christine's heart trembled slightly.

The title of His Majesty of Light means that business is handled impartially.

She clearly got everything, but it seemed as if she had lost everything.

Her fingertips raised, then slowly dropped, and Christine stood up.

"Knight of Light, the goddess will remember your contribution."

The milky white light dissipated, and the seat was empty, with only residual warmth. (End of this chapter)