in the name of the queen.

Chapter 257 No one understands a girl’s heart better than me

In fact, Sif didn't want to have the first dance with Alina, but she had no choice.

She is the most important guest at this dinner. According to tradition, her first dance should be with a person from the Jin Yuan Kingdom who is the host of the banquet.

If it weren't for Roland, she might not care about this. As long as she didn't take off her gloves when dancing, she could avoid unnecessary physical contact.

But she already had Roland by her side.

I don't know since when, she always considered Roland's ideas consciously or unconsciously.

Does Roland want her to do this?
She wasn't sure, but she was pretty sure that a dance with Alina wouldn't cause anyone any discomfort.

Including herself of course.

So she took the initiative to invite Alina.

Alina was only slightly surprised before accepting the invitation.

The long, silky hair is slightly tied up, not tied into a woman's bun. At the same time, she has the innocence of an unmarried girl and the charming charm of a mature woman.

In this way, the two people chose each other as their dance partners.

Seeing Xif's surprised look, she lowered her head slightly and apologized for her gaffe.

Just a simple appearance took away all the colors in the hall, as if reducing the dimensionality of others to black and white, and only a few people could still develop colors in her domain.

Her eyes were full of strange colors, and she could see clearly but couldn't distinguish the colors. Her eyes were full of life, like windows leading to a sea of ​​flowers.

She walked slowly from the dim light, like a beautiful scroll slowly unfolding, an elf walking out of the sea of ​​flowers and trees.

Alina felt this strange change and couldn't help but tighten her hold on Sif's hand.

These movements were originally performed subconsciously, but after remembering that there are differences between men and women in this dance, their mentality changed.

"sorry."

Considering the generally conservative style of the Sussex people and the ambiguous relationship between Sif and Roland, walking down the dance floor with Roland in front of Sif would definitely make the queen unhappy.

When they first entered the dance floor, the two of them were still used to playing the female role, so they subconsciously waited for their "dance partner" to wrap their arms around their waists and provide support to maintain their steps.

She did not wear a floor-length skirt, but a simple ladylike skirt.

The Saint of Vengeance returns from the flames and leads everyone on the road to freedom.

In this grand night when all the ladies are trying their best to dress themselves up, she is stunningly beautiful without any powder, not too charming, but just calm and blooming alone.

Every part of her outfit is unique, from the golden iris brooch on her chest to the gold hollow bracelet on her wrist, all of which demonstrate the grace and splendor of a country's lord and the pure romance of a young girl.

Her appearance made those carefully dressed ladies with colorful makeup look tacky like pink lighting fixtures.

As we all know, ballroom dancing requires one person to play the male role.

Although she hoped in her heart that it would be Roland who invited her to the first dance, this was obviously unrealistic.

The opportunity to admire the peerless face of a distinguished and beautiful lady up close was gone.

Sif was here to help, and there was no reason for her to cause trouble for Sif.

When Alina put her hand on Sif's palm, all the men in the room cast envious glances.

Even Alina was a bit eclipsed in front of her.

Alina and Sif are both girls, so it will be tricky to decide who will play the male role.

Alina is almost flawless, but she's still not perfect.

Her facial features were flawless, and the pale gold glasses frames hid the awe-inspiring look in her eyes very well.

When they realized that there was no male partner in this dance, they simultaneously reached out to each other's waist.

These two ladies have special status and can probably only dance one dance, so they can decline any subsequent invitations.

Sif didn't put on any makeup today, only her lips were covered with a light crystal lip gloss.

People are reminded of the stories that were circulated across the country some time ago.

Sif smiled and shook her head, put her hand around Alina's waist, and casually took the initiative in the dance.

The two most feminine and distinguished ladies in the room now have dance partners.

No one now doubts the existence of the Saint of Vengeance.

No matter how picky one is, it would be difficult to find any flaws in her.

In addition to being envious, the guests present were also thinking about another question, which of the two ladies has more feminine charm?
Alina, wearing a purple evening dress that symbolizes dignity, is undoubtedly the most dazzling star tonight.

The male dancer controls the rhythm of the entire dance.

Because Sif is here.

The ivory-like delicate skin shines under the light, making it particularly eye-catching.

When people struggled to move their eyes away from Alina and looked at her dance partner, their souls seemed to freeze in an instant.

Her smile is shallow, and her budding dimples are filled with the vitality of spring.

The Saint of Vengeance is Alina, standing in front of everyone at this moment.

Alina is only close to perfection, but Sif is the embodiment of perfection.

In their hearts, they long to become this key role.

Even if it's just a dance, they want to maintain relative dominance over each other.

Perhaps it is the natural repulsion of beautiful women, they do not want to be suppressed by the other.

Alina was stunned for a moment and exerted her strength, almost turning the dance into a wrestling match. She was confused, but by the time she realized what she was doing, Sif had already taken the priority.

Of course she could resist, but it would be rude to use physical movements during an elegant dance number.

What's more, Sif's personal combat power is far superior to hers.

She had just touched the threshold of level seven and stepped in with half a foot, and Sif's strength was the best even among those at level seven.

If she resists, she will be captured.

That's even more embarrassing.

Alina, who lost the opportunity, had no choice but to follow Sif's rhythm and dance along.

There are more than a dozen pairs of dancers spinning irregular circles on the dance floor.

The men's eyes turned to Alina and Sif. For a moment, they didn't know whether to envy Alina, who was being hugged, or Sif, who temporarily acted as a male dancer.

The ladies bit their red lips, feeling envious and a little jealous.

They dress up carefully and choose the best dresses and jewelry. They want to show themselves at the first dinner after the new power comes to power, not to be someone's foil. Not even if the foils are Alina the Liberator and Sif, Count Tyrone.

Everyone is the protagonist of their own life, who wants to be the foil?

Everyone present is a social elite and an upper-class person who controls resources.

For men, who are usually used to being surrounded by stars, but occasionally acting as a green leaf is a new experience. At the same time, it is also a rare pleasure to be able to admire the top beauties of the two powerful countries.

But to these ladies, the person who takes away their gorgeous color is undoubtedly abominable.

They quickly thought of the scandal between Roland and the Queen, and their originally tense faces finally relaxed a little.

In the face of absolute power, a beautiful body is just a bonus, not an absolute advantage.

Although there are many people who know that Sif is Sif, they are not many.

Most of the ladies attending tonight's banquet were unaware.

They even secretly rejoiced that Sif could only hide from Queen Sylve and secretly meet Roland.

This mentality is very common.

If you can't get it yourself, then you can't expect it from others. Only in this way will you be balanced.

Sif didn't care about these looks.

She stared at Alina, not giving Alina any chance to change roles.

This is the dance floor, and there is an unspoken understanding between them, not using moves beyond dance to gain the initiative.

Sif has taken the initiative, but Alina is not without a chance.

Moving her dance steps slightly, Alina tried to get rid of Sif's nasty slender hands with a twisting movement, and put her hands on her waist.

However, she found no chance at all.

When it comes to combat, Sif is truly a genius.

Every time she dances, she can easily avoid the direction of Alina's strength, causing all the power that Alina can use under the dance rules to be lost.

She is like a clear spring. No matter how strong Alina's hands are, they can only make a few splashes in the clear spring.

While they were competing with each other with their dance moves, Lisa, who was dancing with Roland next to her, frowned and glanced at them.

"There's something wrong with them."

Lisa murmured softly.

Roland squinted his eyes. He was not blind, so of course he could tell something was wrong.

These two guys went to the battlefield with machetes and chopped down dozens of enemies without breaking a sweat. Now they just danced, and fine sweat was already oozing out from their foreheads, which was obviously abnormal.

Roland and Lisa looked at each other and said at the same time:

"They're fighting!"

"They're wrestling!"

Although they don't use the same word, they basically have the same idea.

Roland was even more puzzled. Although the relationship between these two people was not very good, they were both respectable political figures. They wouldn't fight at the dance, right?
For people at their level, there must be a reasonable reason for conflicts.

Roland fell into deep thought.

Sif supports helping Alina regain her country, but hopes to gain more benefits after the war.

If it's just this little conflict, it won't lead to a tit-for-tat confrontation at the dance. We can sit down and talk slowly.

Although he found a problem, Roland did not intend to take action.

It's okay if he doesn't persuade me, but if he interferes, it will be even more serious.

As we all know, the last thing girls can do to stop a fight is a man with whom they have a good relationship. It’s okay if you don’t persuade me, but if I do, it’s endless.

As long as they dare to persuade, the two girls will temporarily put aside their conflicts, but they will immediately ask a question that hits their souls.

"Whose side are you on?"

It's definitely not okay to answer in the middle, and it's definitely not okay to take sides.

We can only use various means to fool the past based on the environment at that time.

Roland asked himself that he didn't have such ability, so he just didn't cause trouble.

Fortunately, the dance music was only for a few minutes, so it didn't really break out into a fight.

When the time comes, everyone returns to you, and the matter is over.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, not paying attention to his steps, and accidentally stepped on Lisa.

Before he could apologize, Lisa pressed her fingertips to his lips.

"There's no need to apologize for such a trivial matter. Are you just guessing at the reason for their conflict?"

Roland's eyes lit up.

He didn't understand girls, but Lisa was a girl about their age, so she definitely understood.

"Yeah, do you know why?"

"Of course, I know a girl's thoughts better than you do." Lisa was confident, lowering her voice and slowly approaching Roland's ear.

The moist air lingered around his ears, a little itchy, arousing Roland's gossiping heart.

"Say it."

Lisa coughed lightly, leaned close to his ear, and said softly: "They all like you, so they started fighting."

Roland: "."

He was indeed wrong, and you shouldn't listen to Lisa's nonsense about this kind of thing.

"Sister, do you see over there?"

"I saw it, it's the delicious seafood buffet that was just served."

"You can go over there later and eat hard, and don't worry about anything else."

Lisa smiled and nodded, but she was still a little confused, "Then what?"

"No, then, you eat more and talk less."

(End of this chapter)