My queen is rebelling!

Her cold, jade-like instep arched, biting into a pair of wine-red suede stilettos, perched upon his shoulders.

The contrast between her cool, pale skin and the wine-red shoes created a striking visual, exuding a fatal attraction.

…

Her smooth, pale back flowed into her rounded, full buttocks, forming the perfect curve of a vase, rising and falling like ocean waves with Adeline's breath.

As the sea calmed, Adeline's husky, magnetic voice slowly spoke:

"Are you leaving?"

Cohen paused, his movements ceasing, and said softly:

"I promised Garcia the Oathbreaker something, and I need to fulfill it. I plan to go to Starfall Valley again to explore the ancient elven ruins there."

In the days following the Northwest Regional Exchange, Cohen shared his experiences of the past two years with Adeline, interspersed with their exchanges on the true meaning of life.

However, he selectively omitted the existence of many female characters.

Adeline was also aware of the ancient elven tomb beneath Starfall Valley.

Adeline raised an eyebrow slightly and asked:

"So, are you going with that winged elf named… Windsor?"

Cohen's face stiffened, and he quickly said:

"That place requires someone with both ancient elven and human blood to enter.

Oh, right, sis, the ancient elves were very knowledgeable about formations. Many of the formations circulating on the continent today are based on the research of the ancient elves.

The formation notes I gave you were found near there. This time, I'll see if I can find even better formation inheritances."

Although she knew Cohen was deliberately changing the subject, hearing that he was thinking of her hobbies made much of the resentment in her heart dissipate.

Cohen softly told Adeline his plan:

"The ancient elven tomb ruins will definitely yield a lot of lost knowledge and inheritances.

When the time comes, sis, you need to gather some experts and scholars in related fields in the country in advance. Once the ruins are explored, we need to immediately start researching and transforming this knowledge and inheritance."

Adeline nodded slightly and said softly:

"Starfall Valley is within the Ceylon Kingdom. You are now the number one enemy of the Ceylon Kingdom. Be careful and don't be too arrogant just because you can escape into the sub-dimension.

A vast kingdom with thousands of years of heritage, even if the Saints don't take action, has many ways to block dimensional passages."

Cohen took it to heart and continued:

"After exploring the ruins, I plan to cross the Ceylon Kingdom directly and enter the Silverfrost Duchy and the Holy Oak Duchy.

Lord Roland's proposal will probably take some time to implement.

I'll try to disintegrate them from within first, preferably provoking internal strife, and then send troops to conquer them, taking these two countries at the lowest cost.

After taking Silverfrost and Holy Oak, I'll return to the Southern Territory with Asuna to clear out the remnants of the Gunter family and focus all my efforts on the Ceylon Kingdom, striving to annex Ceylon within a year!"

Adeline looked at the ambitious Cohen, her eyes gleaming, then closed her eyes slightly, rested her head on Cohen's chest, and said softly:

"I can't bear to see you go."

Cohen's heart jolted, and he said softly:

"Sis, I've already designated our palace as a coordinate on the 'Book of Time and Space', and I can come back at any time."

Adeline rolled over, propped her chin with one hand, her eyes alluring and seductive:

"Only a fool would believe you!"

Cohen gasped, his voice softening a little:

"Sis, don't make sudden attacks, it'll break."

Adeline frowned slightly, a clear look of doubt on her face:

"Really?"

Cohen nodded seriously:

"It really will break. If you don't believe me, try it… hiss…"

Adeline gave Cohen a sharp glare and said softly:

"It's good if it breaks. Anyway, I've used it enough these past few days, so it won't be used by others."

Cohen flipped over and pinned Adeline beneath him, grinning wickedly:

"Used it enough?

This King doesn't think it's nearly enough!

A mere youngest legend on the continent, watch me thrust my sword fiercely into your body!"

…

After Adeline cleaned off the marks Cohen had left on her body, she glanced back at the still-sleeping Cohen, leaned down and kissed him lightly, then transformed back into the high and mighty Queen of Effie, and went to court to handle government affairs.

Not long after Adeline left, Cohen breathed a sigh of relief, quickly cleaned the scent and marks on his body, put on his clothes, opened the Book of Time and Space, and with a whoosh, appeared in the Emerald Lake villa.

Vessel Adam of the Pale Wings was already waiting. When he saw Cohen arrive, he affectionately called out, "Director."

Vessel's official position in Effie now is Director of the General Affairs Department of the Military Intelligence Agency.

Cohen nodded slightly and said:

"You've seen the message I sent you before, right?"

Vessel replied seriously:

"I've seen it. I will definitely cooperate with Viscount Hermann to complete this matter well.

We also have people from Pale Wings in the Western Region Empire. I will contact them then. My plan is like this…"

Cohen waved his hand slightly, interrupting Vessel, and asked:

"Communicate the specific details with Hermann. Oh, right, let me ask you a small matter. Is your young lady still in Florence?"

Vessel immediately realized his mistake. Cohen came to see him not to listen to his report on how to cooperate with Hermann and the Western Region Empire's royal family to develop the dwarves, but to see Isabella!

Vessel immediately stopped speaking and replied in a deep voice:

"She's still here."

Cohen looked at Vessel strangely, and Vessel immediately looked embarrassed:

"The young lady doesn't want anyone to know where she is, especially… especially the Director."

Cohen patted Vessel on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"My Director of General Affairs, the barbarians in the Northern Territory have been restless recently. The Military Intelligence Agency is preparing to establish a Northern Territory Station. Would you like to consider going there as the station chief?"

Vessel immediately stood up straight and replied loudly:

"Reporting to the Director, the young lady has been living in Rose Lane these past few days!"

Cohen's heart skipped a beat. Rose Lane, there are still others living there!

Since Cohen established the Military Intelligence Agency in the name of the Lord of Shadows, he secretly drove away everyone in Rose Lane and used it as the private property of the Director of the Military Intelligence Agency.

It was originally reserved for Melantha, Windsor Deller, and Freya to live in.

As a result, after the people from Black Tomb came to Florence, Melantha had to appear as a "salesperson" and didn't live there.

And Windsor Deller directly revealed her identity after the Northwest Regional Exchange, and as the Chief Steward of the Central Empire's Empress' Palace and the Empress' Special Envoy, she lived in Effie's state guesthouse.

Now, only Arnold's daughter, Freya, lives there.

Unexpectedly, Isabella actually found this place!

Cohen looked at Vessel with unkind eyes. As the Director of the General Affairs Department of the Military Intelligence Agency, Vessel was responsible for handling the affairs of Rose Lane. Since Isabella knew about that place, Vessel must have told her.

Vessel looked a little embarrassed and said softly:

"Didn't Miss Nefthys live in Rose Lane before?

When the young lady asked for the addresses of Miss Windsor Deller, Miss Melantha, and Miss Freya, I didn't say it explicitly, she guessed it herself."

Cohen nodded slightly and said:

"Alright, you have nothing to do here. Remember, don't tell anyone about me coming here today, understand?"

Vessel immediately guaranteed that he wouldn't say a word.

Before he could finish speaking, Cohen had already disappeared from the spot.

…

Cohen came to the outside of Rose Lane, glanced at the hidden agents around, coughed lightly, and a woman in uniform immediately appeared, looking at Cohen in astonishment and saying in a trembling voice:

"Yo… Your Majesty!"

Cohen's eyes flickered slightly. He recognized this person. He asked:

"Is it Miss Lucia?"

Back when Cohen first established the Military Intelligence Agency, Snape had scouted several excellent students at the Royal Military Academy, including this Lucia.

Lucia looked a little flustered and bowed quickly:

"Your Majesty actually remembers my name, I… I…"

Cohen waved his hand slightly and said:

"Don't be nervous. How is it, how are you getting along with Finger recently?"

Lucia's face turned slightly red, and she said softly:

"It's alright. My father has already met him and is very satisfied with him."

Cohen smiled and said:

"Not bad, I'm looking forward to attending your wedding."

Lucia was again overwhelmed with gratitude.

After chatting for a few words, Cohen then brought up the main topic:

"Why are you guarding here?

I remember Finger, Eric, and Hoffman are from the Action Department. Weren't you assigned to the Discipline and Personnel Department?"

Lucia came back to her senses and immediately replied seriously:

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Director Vessel said that the young ladies in Rose Lane have noble identities, and there are relatively few capable young women in the agency, so he temporarily transferred me to the Action Department here to be responsible for the safety and daily life of the young ladies."

Cohen tsked twice in his heart. Not bad, this is what his Director of General Affairs, the chief housekeeper of the Military Intelligence Agency, should be like. He considers issues very thoughtfully.

Cohen asked:

"Has anything special happened here these past few days?"

Lucia's voice was a little hesitant, and after glancing at Cohen, she said:

"Everything was fine before, but after the Northwest Regional Exchange ended, Miss Windsor Deller moved out, leaving only Miss Freya alone.

But not long after, a beautiful woman suddenly broke in, claiming to be Director Vessel's superior. We didn't dare to offend her easily, so we let her in.

After entering, she didn't live with Miss Freya, she seems to be in the Snow Mountain Mansion No. 1 in the northwest corner, oh, Miss Freya lives in the Vermilion Double Radiance Villa in the northeast corner."

Cohen asked with a smile that wasn't quite a smile on his face:

"Beautiful woman, didn't you recognize her identity?"

Lucia immediately lowered her head and replied:

"Your Majesty, we don't know anything."

Cohen chuckled. As expected, those who can make a name for themselves in Florence are not simpletons. They know what to say and what not to say.

Knowing when to play dumb, smart people!

Cohen asked:

"The Military Intelligence Bureau has to report to the Queen once a month, do you know what to say?"

Lucia nodded seriously:

"I know!"

Cohen waved his hand:

The newest novels are first released at Liu Jiu Shu Ba!

"Continue working."

Lucia immediately retreated upon hearing this and disappeared from sight.

Cohen looked at the time and quickly stepped into Rose Lane.

He found the small mansion called Snow Mountain Rose No. 1 with ease, but to his surprise, he clearly heard voices from inside.

Cohen slipped into the shadows and quietly sneaked into the mansion, immediately stunned by the scene before him.

In the spacious and bright living room, the afternoon sun shone through the gauze curtains of the French windows, casting mottled light and shadows. Isabella was wearing a wine-red, ruffled, strapless fishtail dress, the skirt like flowing flames, spread out on the ground.

The dress clung tightly to Isabella's tall and graceful figure, gradually spreading out from the waist down, vaguely revealing her fair and slender thighs as she walked.

She held a slender leather whip in her hand, her eyes sternly fixed on Freya in front of her.

Freya pursed her lips tightly, wearing a gorgeous goose-yellow puffy dress, her chestnut hair loosely tied up, a few strands of hair falling on her fair neck, soft and lovely.

Isabella's serious voice sounded, demonstrating as she spoke, exuding a restrained and noble aura:

"As a noble, the first thing to show is your posture.

Your feet should stand in a T-shape, heels together, knees straight, abdomen tucked in, and chest out.

Don't stick it out so high, don't try to stick it out if you don't have any."

This sentence was too lethal, Freya almost burst into tears, her delicate little face nearly streaming.

"What are you crying for? If you want to cry, go back. Cohen doesn't need a crying, pampered princess!"

Hearing Cohen's name, Freya bit her thin lips and began to imitate Isabella's movements seriously, stiffly and accurately.

Isabella continued:

"Don't tighten your shoulders so much, let them sink naturally, keep them relaxed, and your head should be straight.

What's there to be shy about? Such a beautiful face should be displayed generously.

Tuck in your chin, look straight ahead, and be sure to show strong confidence.

When you lack confidence, think of Cohen. Your man can even talk to the gods as equals. With him as your backer, what are you afraid of!"

Isabella taught Freya while being sarcastic.

Anyway, she didn't leave Cohen out of her words. With Cohen's blessing, the teaching effect on Freya was particularly good.

She had gradually found the feeling from the initial awkwardness and unnaturalness.

Cohen looked at the scene before him, wondering why Isabella suddenly thought of teaching Freya noble etiquette?

Soon he thought again that he had also communicated with Isabella about turning Freya into the abandoned child of the Ceylon Kingdom's orthodox royal family.

His heart was filled with emotion again. He had only had an immature idea at the beginning, saying it casually, but he didn't expect Isabella to take it to heart seriously and was still making efforts to promote this matter.

The teaching between the two became smoother and smoother. Cohen didn't show up to disturb them, just watching quietly.

Isabella truly deserved to be the Golden Winged Woman, the direct daughter of the wealthiest family on the continent. Even ordinary walking exuded an innate noble aura. Every step seemed to be stepping on an invisible beat, lightly as if stepping on clouds.

The red skirt swayed gently with her steps, like burning sunset clouds dragging a dazzling light and shadow on the floor.

Rendering this living room into a beautiful and flowing picture scroll, making people unable to take their eyes off it, immersed in the ultimate charm of the swaying red dress.

After a while, Isabella stopped and flicked the whip gently, saying:

"Alright, that's it for today. If I push you any further, I'm afraid someone will feel sorry for you!"

Freya stopped imitating and let out a soft "Huh":

"Sister Isabella, who?"

Cohen was slightly surprised and came out of the shadow plane, asking:

"Isabella, how did you know I was here?"

Isabella sneered:

"According to convention, the little girl named Lucia should come to ask us what we want for lunch at this time.

Since she hasn't come for so long, someone must have come in, and she doesn't dare to disturb us."

Cohen expressed his sincere admiration for Isabella's wit.

"Master!"

Freya cried out娇声 and ran excitedly into Cohen's arms.

Cohen held Freya, as if holding a delicate doll, followed by Isabella's angry voice in his ear:

"What did I teach you yesterday? Have you forgotten the pain again?

Which noble lady is so unpromising, throwing herself into a man's arms in front of others?"

Freya stuck out her tongue, came down from Cohen's arms, and said in a low voice:

"Master, why are you here? Are you done with the affairs in the palace?"

Cohen rubbed Freya's hair and said with a smile:

"I'm done. Your father has just taken office these few days and may be quite busy. He doesn't have time to see you for the time being, so I'll come to see his little princess for him."

Saying that Arnold was busy with official duties and didn't have time to see Freya, was actually because Cohen didn't let him come.

In the future plan, Freya is the abandoned child of the Ceylon Kingdom's orthodox royal family, so others can't know the relationship between her and Arnold.

As for the time Freya lived in the Ceylon Kingdom before, there is no need to worry at all.

Even if Freya is now brought to Arnold's original mercenary group members, those people will not associate this pink, jade-like little princess, who exudes a noble aura from top to bottom, with the thin, haggard adventurer's daughter who lived in the open air.

Regarding the matter of letting Freya pretend to be the abandoned child of the Ceylon Kingdom's orthodox royal family, Cohen had hinted to Arnold, but he didn't say it so clearly, only saying that there was a very important task to be handed over to Freya.

Arnold is still considering it. He mainly respects Freya's own opinion.

Cohen chatted with Freya for a few words and asked:

"Freya, have you been working hard these past two days?"

Freya shook her head vigorously and said:

"Not hard. Sister Isabella said that training me like this is to help Master complete a crucial task.

Master, is this true? Can I also help Master?"

Cohen was very moved, rubbed Freya's hair, and said softly:

"Of course my Freya can help, and it's a big help.

But this matter is of great importance and cannot be explained to you in a few words.

Moreover, this task also has a certain degree of danger. I still need to seek the opinions of your father and yourself.

How about this, when I have prepared the preliminary matters, I will call your father over, and the three of us will discuss this matter together."

Freya clenched her fist, her voice childish but with an unquestionable firmness:

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely work hard to help you complete this task. My father will agree to me going!"

Cohen's face froze, thinking, this silly child, I haven't said what the task is yet and you're already agreeing? He shook his head lightly and said:

"Alright, you've been tired all noon, go back and rest. I'll send someone to deliver food to you later."

Freya opened her big eyes and asked:

"Aren't Master and Sister Isabella together?"

Cohen's expression stiffened slightly and said:

"Your Sister Isabella and I still have some official business to discuss, we'll go later, you don't have to wait for us."

Freya nodded, greeted Isabella, and returned to the small mansion where she lived.

As soon as Freya left, Cohen couldn't wait to flash forward, hugging Isabella tightly, his head buried in the neckline of Isabella's wine-red fishtail dress, greedily breathing in the alluring fragrance of Isabella's body.

Isabella's face turned cold and she said in a low voice:

"Look at your skills, such a small girl is so fascinated by you, I didn't see it before, you're into this kind of thing."

Cohen was embarrassed and said repeatedly:

"No, I treat Freya like a sister."

Isabella grabbed Cohen's hand that wanted to reach under the skirt and said:

"What's wrong, after feeding your Queen sister, you finally remembered to come to me?"

Cohen smiled嘿嘿:

"Isabella, Isabella, my good Isabella, I have been thinking of you every moment these past few days.

It's just that the affairs of the country are too busy. Grand Duke Roland of the Western Regions Empire is still pleading for the Silverfrost Duchy and the Holy Oak Duchy, and there are also those rebels in the Southern Border, the family children who betrayed the royal family, a bunch of things. Well, I'm almost done, so I hurried to find you."

Isabella's hand loosened a little, and her face looked much better. Suppressing the tremor in her throat, she asked:

"Why is Grand Duke Roland pleading for the Silverfrost Duchy and the Holy Oak Duchy? I haven't heard that he has anything to do with these two... Hiss, can you be gentler!

You've been crazy with Yadel for so many days, haven't you vented enough?"

Cohen held Isabella's jade buttocks and directly princess-carried her, kicking open the bedroom on the first floor, his voice with a hint of hoarseness:

"These things are not important, I'll tell you carefully later, let's get down to business now!"

Isabella's exclamation sounded:

"My new dress, don't tear it..."

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