My queen is rebelling!

In the Emerald Lake villa, Cohen took out the "Book of Time and Space" and flipped to the page of "Lost Land."

A burst of hazy blue light flashed, and he disappeared from the spot.

After a moment of恍惚, Cohen's figure suddenly appeared in the Endless City, the Executive Government, and the living area.

A melodious piano sound immediately rang in his ears. Without thinking, it must be Mephis playing the piano.

As Cohen appeared, the beautiful music stopped abruptly. After a brief silence, slender fingers quickly tapped the keys a few times, emitting a few accented notes.

The seemingly arrhythmic tapping seemed to welcome Cohen's return.

Immediately following was a pleasant voice:

"Master is back!"

Cohen had just recovered when Freya's excited voice came from his ear.

He had informed the girls of his return in advance, so Winsader and the others were all waiting for Cohen.

Looking at the sorceress, a smile appeared in Cohen's eyes. After not seeing her for so long, Freya had become more and more graceful, her figure significantly slender than before, and her eyebrows and eyes were even more refined.

Her eyes were bright and gentle, and when she smiled, the crescent moons combined with her dimples made her even more charming.

The baby fat on her face had also faded away, and the lines were soft and smooth, glowing with a youthful and healthy blush. The whole person looked refreshing, and the breath of youth rushed towards him, overflowing with infinite vitality and charm.

Cohen couldn't help but sigh, it's true that a girl changes eighteen times, becoming more and more beautiful.

After praising the sorceress, Cohen looked at Winsader and Grace, who were sitting on the sofa not far away, and Mephis, who was elegantly rising from behind a piano.

Cohen's gaze focused on Winsader's delicate face.

The elf lady was wearing a light blue robe, her beautiful hair hanging down her waist, and pointed ears protruded from her hair, as thin as cicada wings, with a faint pink color. Her eyes were like deep, secluded pools, emerald green and clear. Her eyes wandered back and forth on Cohen's body.

Cohen's heart fluttered, and he said softly:

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Before he finished speaking, Grace immediately became indignant:

"Hey, hey, hey, you unconscionable guy, I, the dignified Imperial Princess, am here working hard for you. Can't you see me?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand to signal Cohen to look over.

Then she smiled slightly at Mephis:

"Miss Performer's piano sound is truly unforgettable."

After Cohen greeted everyone, Winsader asked:

"Are you planning to take Arnold's army away this time?"

Cohen nodded slightly and said slowly:

"In a month, the Northwest Region Exchange Meeting will be held in Aefine.

According to various intelligence sources, I speculate that Black Tomb, the Chief Heisenberg of the Upper House of the Central Empire's Aristocratic Academy..."

Speaking of this, Cohen glanced at Grace beside him, and then said:

"And Xia Zuo · Tang, these forces will attack Aefine."

This was the first time Grace officially learned from Cohen that her cousin, Prince Xia Zuo, was also involved in this operation against Aefine.

The princess's expression became much more complicated.

Although she and her cousin were now at odds with each other, fighting fiercely.

But to outsiders, she and Xia Zuo ultimately shared a surname, a family, and were both members of the Eastern Region Empire's royal family. At this moment, she felt her identity was extremely awkward.

Cohen clearly saw the difficulty in Grace's heart.

Looking at Grace, he said:

"Your Highness, don't worry, I have always treated you and Xia Zuo differently.

Xia Zuo is my enemy, you are not."

Grace breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and smiled charmingly:

"Oh, I'm a little touched. The leader's ability to coax women has grown since he returned to Florence. It seems that he hasn't been idle in Florence."

Cohen immediately felt that he didn't need to enlighten Grace at all. This woman's psychological quality was much stronger than he imagined.

Returning to the main topic, Winsader asked:

"So you want us to go back to Aefine with you?"

After Winsader asked, Grace and Mephis also turned their gazes over, obviously very concerned about the answer.

Although Cohen was now their leader and could demand that they unconditionally obey any order, they still wanted to know the true thoughts in their leader's heart.

Logically speaking, the current Florence was not suitable for them to get involved in.

A remote small country far away in the Northwest Continent, Aefine, which was being targeted by three behemoth-like forces: Black Tomb, the Eastern Region Empire, and the Central Empire, was already a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, and was in danger of being overthrown at any time.

Forcing their way in at this time was an extremely unwise choice.

Cohen needed to give them a sufficient reason.

However, compared to the doubts in Winsader and Mephis's hearts, Grace seemed much more stable.

She had long suspected Cohen's true identity in her heart, and was now just verifying her guess.

Under the gaze of the three, Cohen nodded firmly, his tone serious, and his voice filled with undeniable determination:

"Yes, I need all members of 'Endless Blade' to return to Florence with me.

Together with Aefine, we will jointly eliminate all invading enemies!"

Hearing this not-so-surprising answer, the expressions on their faces did not change, and their burning gazes were fixed on Cohen.

Although the three did not speak, they were obviously asking the same question.

Why?

Why, knowing that it was already a sea of ​​knives and fire, did they still have to bite the bullet and jump down?

In order to defend a small, worthless country, openly confront two great empires and the most powerful underground organization on the continent.

They needed Cohen's answer!

Cohen opened his mouth, his voice suddenly changed, becoming somewhat familiar to Winsader, who had diagnosed Cohen with the "Memory Ice Seal" spell in the palace before.

However, in this situation, she obviously had no time to think about where this sense of familiarity came from.

The voice coming from Cohen's throat was low and full of power, each word seeming to emerge from the most determined corner of his heart:

"Because I have a reason to do this!"

Cohen's gaze swept across the three faces, each with its own style but equally captivating, took a deep breath, reached out his hand, and, under their slightly trembling gazes, slowly took off the mask, revealing a more handsome, younger, and more charming face.

At the same time, his voice became much younger and softer than before:

"The reason I have to do this is that I am the King of Aefine, Cohen · Corleone!"

As Cohen's voice fell, the air in the living room seemed to be sucked dry in an instant.

The original flowing breeze stopped abruptly, falling into a deathly silence.

Time seemed to be frozen by magic, standing still.

Winsader looked at this face with a hint of familiarity, and the memories of a year ago began to roll in her mind.

The reason why she left the Central Empire and came to the Northwest Continent, and eventually met the "Lord of Shadows," all started because of this person.

This person, suffered from the Saint-level "Memory Ice Seal", and his mind became a child.

His Prime Minister Angus and her teacher, Archmage Victor, were old classmates, and entrusted the teacher to help lift the spell.

The teacher was unwilling to come, so he sent her over instead.

The King of Aefine!

The source of everything, the beginning of everything!

Unexpectedly, behind this mask was actually him!

Winsader couldn't tell what she was feeling in her heart.

She lowered her head slightly, her watery eyes slightly closed.

After a long time, she whispered to herself:

"No wonder, no wonder you were unwilling to leave Aefine.

It's really funny, I thought you were fascinated by Adelle, who was married to someone else.

It turns out she was your queen all along!

Your Majesty Corleone, you are really amazing!

A dignified king, actually running around outside like an adventurer, actually able to escape the Saint-level spell, actually able to summon gods, actually able to thrive in the 'Lost Land'!

You are doing all this for Adelle, she should feel very happy!"

Winsader's voice contained a hint of bitterness and jealousy.

Cohen stepped forward, grabbed Winsader's hand, and said softly:

"Can you listen to my explanation?"

Winsader's eyes were slightly red, she moved her gaze away, and wanted to break free from his hand.

Fortunately, Cohen knew that he must not let go at this time, and immediately used his strength to grab it tightly.

At the same time, he looked at Grace and Mephis, who still had shock on their faces, but had already begun to watch the show.

He said:

"Ladies, can you excuse us for a moment? I will find you separately later and give you an explanation."

A smug smile appeared on Grace's lips:

"Your Majesty Corleone, you are a little more handsome than I imagined!"

Cohen's expression changed slightly, he heard from Grace's words that the other party seemed to have already speculated about his identity.

This princess is really not to be underestimated.

Mephis also glanced at Cohen with a complicated expression, and said in a deep voice:

"I never thought that the famous 'Lord of Shadows' would be the King of Aefine. I don't know what kind of shocking storm this news will cause if it spreads."

After the two finished speaking, they left with Freya.

Only Cohen and Winsader were left in the room.

He couldn't treat the elf lady like he treated Melantha and just take her by force.

Although elves are simple, they are also stubborn. If the ideological work is not done properly, the consequence of forcing her will only be being thrown out by Winsader like garbage.

Cohen's voice became much softer, he pulled Winsader to sit on the sofa, and said softly:

"I didn't mean to hide my identity from you."

Winsader raised her head slightly, restrained her emotions, and her voice became much calmer:

"Your Majesty naturally has his own considerations for doing so.

I am just a mere elf who has lived a little longer, not as good as the Queen of Aefine, who can destroy a ninth-tier and seal a legend with one move at the age of twenty!

We are just tools for the fun and games between you and your wife."

Hearing Winsader say this, a bitter smile appeared on Cohen's lips, he sighed, and said slowly:

"You misunderstood, even now, Adelle doesn't know my true identity, she still thinks I'm a child."

Hearing this, Windsor Adler's expression softened a bit.

Cohen seized the opportunity and continued, "That Saint-level Memory Ice Seal did have some initial impact on me.

However, I quickly awakened and even gained some prophetic abilities.

At that time, I was weak and alone, and because I didn't know who was attacking me in the dark, I even suspected Yadel.

Therefore, in order to cope with the crisis, I had to create an 'Overlord of Shadows' identity to act externally and secretly accumulate power."

Windsor Adler's eyes flickered strangely. A young king subjected to such a terrifying attack, with no one he could trust by his side—in this situation, Cohen's approach was indeed the best choice.

Seeing Windsor Adler's attitude soften, Cohen breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "To better develop my power, I set my sights on the 'Concentric Curse Seal,' which could command the Orc army.

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That is, the ruins where we first met.

When we met, I didn't know your true identity, so I didn't reveal my identity to you.

Windsor, can you understand this?"

Windsor Adler reflexively wanted to nod in agreement, but quickly realized that she was still angry and couldn't forgive him so quickly.

So she kept a straight face, looked away, and didn't answer.

Cohen then continued, "Later, when we met in the palace.

I realized that you were actually the special envoy of the Central Empire's Empress, and even a student of a Saint-domain Archmage.

At that time, I actually wanted to confess my identity to you.

Because through the life-and-death experience in the Nightmare Mist Illusion, I had already regarded you as the closest and most trustworthy girl."

A layer of pink crept up Windsor Adler's pointed ears. Looking at Cohen's affectionate gaze, she found it a little difficult to resist, and finally parted her red lips slightly, whispering, "Sweet talk, get to the point!"

A smile appeared in Cohen's eyes, and he continued, "But later, through various analyses, I discovered that besides Xasuo of the Eastern Region Empire, there were also people from the Central Empire targeting our Effin!

I learned from my Prime Minister Angus that Saint-domain Archmage Victor was originally planning to come in person, but later, due to some irresistible force, he sent you, a student, instead.

I analyzed that there was a force within the Central Empire putting pressure on Victor!

Windsor, can you imagine the pressure and torment I felt in my heart after drawing this conclusion, a force that could put pressure on a Saint-domain Archmage?"

A look of dismay appeared on Cohen's face as he began to shamelessly play the victim.

As everyone knows, there is always a maternal side in a woman's heart, and Cohen was trying to evoke the softest part of Windsor Adler's heart.

Sure enough, the effect was excellent.

Hearing Cohen's mental journey, a trace of heartache arose uncontrollably in Windsor Adler's heart.

Cohen continued, "At the time, I could only think that the Empress of the Central Empire was putting pressure on your teacher.

And as the Empress's personal envoy and confidante, how could I dare let you know my true identity?

Even if I trusted you unconditionally, how could I bear to put you in the middle to be in a dilemma?

It wasn't until later that I discovered that the black hand from the Central Empire was Heisenberg of the Imperial Senate, not the Empress, that I prepared to confess my identity to you.

But I was afraid that you would misunderstand and worry that you would think I was deceiving you, but I finally decided to be honest with you.

I believe that the person I care about will understand my difficulties, right, Windsor?"

Cohen's extremely shameless moral kidnapping and almost confession-like words directly pierced Windsor Adler's psychological defenses.

The elf lady's always tense jade hand slightly loosened, a few strands of hair fell on both sides of her exquisite face, and she snorted softly, "I'll let you pass this time."

Cohen looked at Windsor Adler's exquisite and charming face, his heart pounding fiercely. He slowly lowered his head and gently kissed her red, full lips.

His hand slid down Windsor Adler's fragrant shoulder, gradually occupying the high ground, his fingertips and palm moving everywhere, transmitting bursts of heterosexual heat.

It made Cohen couldn't help but sigh at the magic of the Creator.

Seeing that Windsor Adler didn't resist too much, Cohen became more and more presumptuous, and his head went down.

Neck, collarbone, until the two snow-white highlands above.

After Cohen gently tasted the sweet pastry, he suddenly became playful.

Causing Windsor Adler's exquisite face to blush like fire, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, and an uncontrollable moan escaped from her throat.

Just then, a barely audible cough broke the atmosphere between the two.

Followed by a charming voice, "You two, please be aware that there are still children living in the residential area!"

Cohen suddenly woke up, and the opposite Windsor Adler also woke up from the abyss of desire, her eyes both anxious and shy. She quickly put on her clothes and glared at Cohen fiercely.

Grace's interruption also stopped Cohen from possessing Windsor Adler.

After Windsor Adler regained her dignified appearance, she suddenly asked a cold question, "Have you done it with Isabella?"

Cohen said righteously, "Windsor, just now was my first kiss!"

Windsor Adler spat lightly and said, "Today's first kiss, right!"

After saying that, her whole person turned into a fragrant breeze and disappeared in place.

Cohen sighed softly, secretly lamenting that it's not a good thing for a woman to be too smart.

But he was in a great mood now. After persuading the most difficult Windsor Adler, the remaining two would be much easier to talk to.

Cohen directly followed the voice just now and found Grace's room.

As soon as he entered, Grace was looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, her face full of teasing, "Tsk tsk, Your Majesty Corleone, I'm very curious, does your official queen know about these good deeds you've done outside?

As far as I know, the degree of a woman's concern for a man is directly proportional to her possessiveness towards this man.

Yadel cares so much about you, presumably she won't tolerate other women sharing her husband with her!"

Cohen replied with a faint smile, "This seems to be my private matter. Is Princess Your Highness a little too curious?"

Grace didn't let Cohen go at all, licking her red lips and saying, "A Golden Winged Woman, an Elf Princess.

Plus a peerless queen.

I can't wait to see a Shura field drama!"

Cohen's eyes flickered slightly, and his words were not at all disadvantaged, "What's the fun in just watching the drama? Your Highness can also personally enter the arena!

I take back what I said before. I am now ready to be the brother-in-law of the most powerful prince on the continent!"

Grace's face flushed secretly, and she spat lightly, "Dream on. Come here, I have something serious to tell you."

Cohen tentatively moved forward two steps. He had always been cautious when dealing with this imperial princess who possessed succubus blood.

Grace looked at Cohen's movements, laughed angrily, raised her long legs, and said unhappily, "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you. Come here, I have something to ask you!"

Cohen's expression returned to normal, and he stopped two steps away from Grace, saying, "If Your Highness has any instructions, please speak directly."

At the same time, Grace's bare feet were gently shaking with red high heels in her mouth, about to fall off her jade toes, attracting Cohen's attention.

Because of the raised legs, a large area of delicate, frost-like skin was exposed, exuding a cold and elegant luster in the light, like cold jade condensed on a moonlit night.

Especially the white jade-colored back of the foot exposed outside the shoe, coupled with its slightly raised arc, is like a natural jade, making it unforgettable at a glance and making people want to play with it.

Cohen scrutinized it for a moment with a scientific research attitude, and secretly compared it with Windsor Adler's jade feet, before calmly retracting his gaze.

Grace pretended not to notice Cohen's eyes and asked, "Hey, can you tell me how you escaped from the Saint-level spell?

I've investigated. Many people in your Florence Palace have personally seen you being hit by that spell scroll, and even your body contains remnants of the Memory Ice Seal spell.

But you were able to remain completely unaffected. How did you do it?"

Hearing Grace ask this, Cohen confirmed his previous guess. Grace had indeed long suspected his identity and had secretly investigated him.

Being able to confront Xasuo alone for so many years, Grace does have two brushes.

Cohen couldn't help but wonder if he should consider replacing the Eastern Region Empire with a female emperor?

Cohen concealed his thoughts and said with a chuckle, "This secret can only be known by my relatives."

Grace said dissatisfied, "We have signed a contract!"

Cohen shrugged and said, "The contract does not include telling you even my private affairs, right?"

Grace snorted softly and stopped dwelling on this matter, then continued, "I was embarrassed to expose you before when you were pretending to be someone else, so I couldn't say many things to you.

Now that you have taken the initiative to reveal your identity, I won't waste any more words with you.

Are you interested in joining forces with me to give Xasuo a profound lesson in Florence!"

Cohen narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly said, "You know Xasuo's arrangements in Florence this time?"

The lines on Grace's face suddenly carried a trace of edges and corners, making her look a little stern.

Although she was still sitting there, she invisibly exuded a kind of aura that kept strangers away and rejected people thousands of miles away.

The original charming color disappeared, and at this time, she suddenly gave Cohen a feeling of killing and seizing, holding great power.

Grace's magnetic voice sounded in Cohen's ears, "Your Majesty Corleone, you can't really think that I'm just pretty, right!"