In the Name of the Queen

The crisp footsteps stopped at the door and turned into a knock on the door.

"Roland, can I come in?"

It was Sif's voice.

Alina was so panicked that she couldn't stand still and whispered softly: "I, I'd better hide."

Roland glared at her angrily, picked up the glasses on the table, helped her put them on, and then walked over to open the door for Sif.

"Roland, I have something to ask for."

She looked at Alina blankly, her voice slightly cold, "Miss Alina, why are you here?"

"I asked her to come have a cup of tea."

Roland smiled and explained briefly, then motioned for Alina to go first.

Alina, who put on her glasses, finally regained some courage.

Although she was still a little scared, she was able to smile and say hello to Sif before leaving.

After watching Alina leave, Sif froze on the spot and said nothing.

The beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak, posing a big question mark to Roland with his eyes.

"sit."

Roland motioned for Sif to sit down. He cleared his throat and decided to meet Alina today until he brought her here to observe Wharton and Stanley.

And what just happened.

"She used angel cards for divination, and the results were pretty good. According to her, there is a high chance of breaking through to level eight."

Sif is the best listener.

Although she had strong opinions on Alina, she always listened and did not interrupt her from beginning to end.

Roland's mouth went dry as he talked. Seeing that Sif didn't say a word, he had to take the initiative to ask, "Hey, after listening to it for so long, you should hum."

"Hmph." Sif responded softly.

Roland spread his hands and said, "Sif, I hope you can trust me completely. Although the story just now sounds a bit bizarre, it is all true."

"Of course I trust you."

The corners of Xif's mouth raised slightly, and she teased softly: "Did you think I would cry and scream loudly to make you draw a clear line between you and her and stop interacting with her?"

"Only classical novels from hundreds of years ago would be written like this."

Sif said easily: "I have [Insight]. Although I don't want to take the initiative to use it on you, its effect still exists. If you lie to others, a green light will appear above your head."

Roland: "."

Sif stood up and said with a smile: "I'm kidding you, [Insight] is really useful, but what I have mastered is the primary insight, and the effect is not that good."

"We are friends now and Insight can no longer be used on you."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I can't see through it completely, otherwise it would be a bit stressful.

But this also means that the object that cannot be used by [Insight] has no ill intentions towards me.

Sif thought silently.

She cleared her throat and said softly: "I know that you are approaching Alina just to get closer to her and get more information and help for us, right?"

Roland nodded vigorously.

That's right, Sif!

Long live understanding!

Roland was about to say something when Sif stopped smiling and looked a little serious.

"Roland, something may be troublesome."

"What's the matter?" If it can make Sif feel troubled, it must be no small matter.

Roland was also a little nervous.

Sif went to lock the door and said softly: "In more than half a month, it will be the Glory Day. Glory Day, Advent Day and the Harvest Festival are the three major traditional festivals in our country, among which the Glory Day is the most important."

"I know that. I should have experienced one more glorious day than you." Roland teased with a smile.

"That's not what I'm talking about. Every year during the Glorious Celebration, grand theatrical performances and various lively celebrations are held. The theatrical performances often last for three days."

Sif bit her lip and said, "But this year is different from previous years. The Minister of Culture and Education decided to perform a public performance in the King's Power Square at the request of the masses. The content of the performance is the latest work of the literary world."

"Many well-known screenwriters and writers will participate in the performance with their latest works. This performance will also determine the award for the best work of the Glory Celebration."

"Oh, that's a good thing. It's so lively. Don't you like celebrations?" Roland asked with a smile.

"Not only that, they will also invite the winner of the latest essay contest to participate with his latest work. That champion is you."

Roland's expression gradually became serious.

He understood.

The show was designed against him.

Targeting him was not the purpose, but it also wanted to undermine the Queen's authority.

The essay champion appointed by Her Majesty the Queen failed to produce a decent work, which was a disgrace to the Queen.

If it were before, Roland wouldn't care too much.

But now Sif is the queen, and he must take care of it.

After a few seconds of silence, Roland suddenly raised his head and asked angrily:

"Are you acknowledging that I have lost?"

"No, no. In my heart, your talent is unparalleled." Sif responded quickly.

Roland tapped the table lightly, his eyes full of confidence, "In that case, this is the best stage for me to show off my talents. You should be happy for me."

"ah?"

Seeing that Roland was overconfident, Sif quickly explained to him, "Wait a minute, Roland. I know you are an excellent writer of popular novels, but this performance is a stage play, and your works are not suitable for adaptation."

"The person who is best at adapting stage plays is Finley Macbeth of the Macbeth family. He is also recognized as the first person in our country's literary world."

"There are many people who believe that his creative ability has surpassed that of his great-great-grandfather Macbeth. All he needs is a stage to display his talents in public."

Xif reminded her tactfully: "If you are writing novels, of course I am optimistic about you. But you are not good at stage plays."

"I have to find a way to prevent you from attending on official duties at that time. By the way, what do you think is the reason for arresting the defector of the Knights?"

She had never seen Roland write a script before, so being able to say so was already taking care of his face.

It can’t be said that you are no match at all.

Faced with Sif's worries, Roland remained confident.

He smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about what I create, you just need to tell me the selection rules."

"Escape is not an option. No matter how many reasons we find, if the glorious day is gone, we will be publicized as deserters. There is still a chance to fight, but escape will inevitably fail."

Although Roland's inexplicable confidence puzzled her, Roland was right.

Surrender means total defeat.

Only fight.

Roland's situation is very similar to that of Sophia.

She smiled with relief and introduced the rules to Roland.

To put it simply, the writer writes the script, the bard performs live at the Glorious Day celebration, and then the crowd votes to decide the champion.

Sif said with some embarrassment: "If it is judged by authorities and nobles, I can still find a way to find judges, but now it is a vote by citizens and everyone participates. What can I do?"

Referendum? That would be easy!

Countless classic plays that have stood the test of time flooded into Roland's mind.

What he has to worry about is which one to choose.

He slammed the table hard and said loudly: "Very good, we will definitely win."