in the name of the queen

Chapter 282 Being a queen is so tiring
All the ministers were at the dock to greet him.

At least in the eyes of outsiders, the monarchs and ministers of the empire get along well with each other and respect each other.

We are all people with status, and even if we want to eat each other, we still have to do superficial work.

Sif greeted every minister with a smile, but there was an obvious difference between the close ones and the distant ones.

When facing Teacher Wald, her voice trembled slightly and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, but she was full of pride when she spoke.

It's like a child who gets good grades outside and comes home to report the good news to his parents.

Walder couldn't help but his eyes turned red, and he said hello several times.

They had a lot to say, but they could only save it for the family dinner.

Facing William, Sif immediately withdrew her emotion, her face was kind, but she just said a few words lightly.

It was obvious that her attitude towards William was just business-like.

In addition, she has an even colder attitude towards other cabinet ministers.

Facing the leader who led the ministers to greet him, the emperor's uncle Count Andy who was responsible for staying in the imperial capital, Sif's attitude was different.

Both warm and polite, a little less than Walder and a lot more than the others.

Andy smiled and made an invitation gesture to Sif, and teased half-jokingly:

"Your Majesty, welcome home. It's time for me, a bad old man, to go home and enjoy my old age in peace."

The surrounding officials laughed.

Some people laugh, and some people don't.

The corners of Smee's eyes twitched suddenly as he tried to remain inconspicuous among the crowd.

retire?
He originally thought this was punishment, but now he found that it was a luxury.

He exchanged glances with Winston and War Secretary Steven, and saw the other's determination.

War Secretary Steven originally imagined a safe landing and was reluctant to mix with Smith and others. However, Queen Sif just glanced at him indifferently and didn't even bother to speak, letting him know that he had no way out.

There are few clean people in his position. He must find a way to protect himself.

Several ministers exchanged glances at lightning speed, almost unseen by others. However, in front of Sif, they were no different from transparent people.

Just give him a cold look and the traitor will jump out on his own.

Sif narrowed her eyes and activated Insight.

Everyone has selfish motives, this is normal and she fully accepts it.

She is rarely so extreme that "loyalty does not mean absolute disloyalty".

She is also unwilling to use Insight.

Insight is a magical special ability, but the price of touching the soul is very high, and the backlash of negative emotions makes her very uncomfortable.

I don't use it if I can, but I must use it today.

Another traitor jumped out.

Smith is one, Winston is the other, and there is another traitor who must die. Secretary of War Steven is ranked third on the red list.

Steven didn't know that the murderous intention that flashed through his mind just now caused him to lose his last life.

That's how it is to be in the whirlpool of fate. You don't know when you will die.

The welcoming ceremony at the dock ended, the salute was fired twenty-one times, and Sif boarded the white carriage.

When she lowered the curtains, she finally met Roland's eyes.

No matter how many negative emotions there are in his heart, as long as he sees Roland's eyes, he will feel particularly peaceful.

The curtains were lowered, and Sif, who was sitting alone in the carriage, felt inexplicably lonely, and the smile on her lips gradually disappeared.

Roland was wearing a beautiful knight's formal attire and was escorting beside the carriage.

They were very close, but the moment the curtains were lowered, she had the illusion that Roland was tens of thousands of miles away.

At this moment, she was particularly lonely.

Being a queen is so tiring.

If she wasn't the queen, she would have used her spear just now and killed these rebellious officials and traitors one by one.

If she were not the queen, she could ride horses side by side with Roland and go home with a smile.

Too bad she is.

These rebellious officials and traitors are all cabinet ministers who represent the face of the country. They can be killed, but there must be sufficient reasons and evidence.

She didn't care what these people thought, but she had to give the citizens of the empire a satisfactory answer.

She even hoped that Roland would be willing to be prime minister.

William and Alban were both old bureaucrats, veterans of the officialdom. Although they were loyal, they also had their own little calculations. If the emperor was not good enough, they would even take away power.

They are all suitable candidates for prime minister, but they are not perfect candidates.

Even with the separation of powers and checks and balances, Sif felt a little unhappy.

It was Roland who made great achievements, and Athos and Tony were the ones who worked diligently. Why should the people who stayed in the imperial capital pick peaches?

Sif bit her lip and held in her breath, unable to spit it out.

Maybe she should secretly visit Teacher Wald and listen to the old man's wisdom.

She prepared a gift for the teacher, so let's go tonight!

After the grand entrance ceremony, Sif returned to the palace.

As usual, the welcome dinner will be held three days later. These days are just a few days for the new emperor to get familiar with the situation.

After returning to the palace, after Sif completed the routine work of meeting officials, she couldn't wait to release the magic mirror stand-in, transformed herself into Earl Tyrone and slipped away.

For some reason, the moment she left the palace, she felt as relieved as a sea monster jumping into the sea.

Looking back, the palace behind him looked like a prison rather than a palace.

When Sif entered the palace, Roland also returned home.

Standing at the door of the house on Baker Street, I felt as if I was at a loss from another world.

"Why, do you feel like there's someone missing?" A soft and teasing voice sounded in his ears.

Lisa, who hid in the procession and said nothing during the entrance ceremony, finally felt relaxed when she saw the door to her home.

Taking the key to open the door, she skillfully grabbed Roland's hand and walked inside.

Roland was stunned for a moment, then he held Lisa's soft little hand obediently.

Lisa looked back at Roland and felt a strange feeling. There was obviously no resistance, but there was something inexplicably strange about it.

Lisa laughed to herself and pushed away her worries.

People really can't have random thoughts.

This house has not been inhabited for more than a year. Although the servants from the Earl's Palace often come to clean it, the uninhabited house is always a bit cold.

Even though it's early autumn and the sun is shining brightly today, it's still a bit eerie.

Lisa let go of Roland's hand, put on her white gloves, and wiped them on the table, making her fingertips slightly black.

"You have to rely on yourself to keep the room clean. The cleaning has begun, do you want to help?"

Roland shrugged, "Can I refuse?"

"Of course, I'll take your share." Lisa's eyes were blazing with flames, like a volcano crater ready to explode.

"It's better to call a housekeeping company and leave professional matters to professionals."

Roland really didn't want to work.

"This is our home, and I want to clean it myself. Just think of it as satisfying my obsession with rituals, okay?"

Lisa's voice was particularly soft, and the fire in her eyes gradually extinguished.

At home, she has returned to the simple, transparent and gentle sister she was three years ago.

Roland snapped his fingers.

"as you wish."

The atmosphere has reached this point, and he can't find a reason to refuse.

As Lisa said, life must have a sense of ritual. People must be realistic, but not too realistic.

Before cleaning the room, Lisa stopped abruptly. She smelled the uneasiness in the air.

She took out a magic scroll from her chest and gave a light scolding. The scroll turned into light blue light, illuminating the entire room.

In the corner, the little black monster was trembling.

Lisa reached out her hand into the void and grabbed it, and the little thing came to her palm.

The teacher once warned her that only learning fire magic is very incomplete and not conducive to future development.

At least you have to learn some basic magic from other departments.

If she had the dispelling technique, she could easily sweep out the dirt.

The teacher's earnest words did not change Lisa. She had her own solution.

If magic is not enough, scrolls will make up for it.

Human energy is limited, and she has the highest affinity for fire magic, so dedicating herself to studying fire magic will yield the most benefits.

If the problem is not comprehensive enough, leave it to the magic scroll.

As long as you are willing to spend money, there will be an endless supply of magic scrolls.

By injecting magic power and unsealing the scroll, you can activate the magic.

Study other departments? Absolutely not.

The black monster is 30% like a cat and 70% like a mouse. It looked at Lisa pitifully, and kept making begging gestures with its little paws.

Young girls simply cannot resist the cuteness of cute little animals.

Even if the other party is a monster.

Lisa's eyes gradually softened, and just as the black monster's eyes gradually relaxed, its neck was easily broken by Lisa.

"Little guy, I trust the intelligence analyzed from fresh brains more than confessions. According to our country's laws, breaking into a private residence is a capital offense. No matter where you come from, you must abide by our country's laws."

Seeing Lisa deal with the little monster neatly, Roland was not surprised.

There is no conflict between finding little monsters cute and killing intruders.

In two years, sister Lisa has also grown.

She is no longer a simple girl who only knows how to cook and do housework.

After emerging from the crater, her life trajectory changed drastically.

Only when she was around him, she was still a gentle big sister.

After quickly disposing of the little monster's body, Lisa looked back at Roland with a serious expression.

"He was sent by the Minister of War. The little guy's name is Mog. He was originally hiding in the turbulent flow of space under the River Styx above Hades. By chance, he ended up on the plane of Theia."

"Secretary of War?"

Roland narrowed his eyes.

Secretary of War Steven, a loser, looks like a warrior loser.

In other words, he was once a hero of the empire, a brave champion of the three armies, who single-handedly broke up the enemy's defenses and turned the tide of the war many times.

Because he saved His Majesty Edward with his bravery, he was named the first warrior in the empire by the old emperor.

As a barbarian demon warrior, he is not following the path to extraordinary stardom, but another path of cultivation.

To be fair, he deserves the title of First Warrior, but he is not the material to be the Minister of War.

His muscles are too developed, crowding out the nutrients his brain should get.

It would be better for him to be the commander-in-chief of the Praetorian Guards than the minister of war.

This is Steven's problem, and it is also the old emperor's problem.

Letting people who are incompetent become cabinet ministers is the beginning of national chaos.

This is one of the reasons why Roland is determined not to be prime minister.

It's no problem to let him make suggestions. His mind is always flexible.

It is impossible for him to stand against the thirty-five provinces and 100 million people of the empire.

He is not a weightlifting champion, and he does not want to go bald at an early age.

Shrugging, Roland said with a smile: "Very good, there is one more person on the hunting list."

Steven must win, but Roland’s initial arrangement for him was to take a back seat.

It's a pity that he actively chose to die.

Roland could only respect him.

(End of this chapter)