in the name of the queen.

Chapter 316 Blood, that's blood!

Sif knew very well that Roland was by no means a cold-hearted person.

There was no way he would abandon Sister Lisa, who had been with him for many years and with whom he had no blood relationship.

With Lisa's appearance and ability, it would be easy for her to find a good match if she wanted to get married, but she has always remained single.

A single man who has an ambiguous relationship with Roland.

Even a blind man could see that they had a special relationship.

Sif even believed for a long time that Roland would marry Lisa.

This was the result she least wanted to see.

Fortunately, she won.

Perhaps the elf with a similar appearance in the dream was also the reason why she won, but it doesn’t matter.

Winning is more important than the reason for winning.

She had already won, so she could certainly be tolerant of the loser, but she couldn't let Roland drive Lisa away.

If she made such a request, she would lose miserably regardless of whether Roland complied with it or not.

My mother once said that if you cherish a relationship, you should never test it.

The most important thing is to defeat Sophia and survive.

Of course, she couldn't just do nothing.

It would be fine if Alina's subordinates did the letter substitution on their own initiative, but if it was done by Alina herself, she would do it herself.

Alina, did you do this?
"Ah!"

Alina, who was providing lap pillow service to Roland, suddenly sneezed.

Roland, who was enjoying himself with his eyes closed, suddenly sat up and stared at Alina.

"You don't have to do this kind of small thing yourself. You need to rest more."

"I'm fine, but those maids are clumsy and I can't trust them."

Alina avoided Roland's concerned gaze, and for some reason her cheeks felt a little hot.

Can’t we find skilled masseurs and well-behaved maids in such a huge country like Jinyuan?
Of course you can find it.

She wouldn't have been so bored if Roland hadn't been eager to enjoy the lap pillow and massage she provided.

He has devoted all his energy to the revival of the Golden Kite Kingdom, so this little bit of enjoyment is necessary.

Unfortunately, she repeatedly hinted at providing Roland with a passionate personal maid to sleep with him, but was ruthlessly rejected.

He and Sif have such a good relationship.

Like a flawless jade statue, Alina thought silently
For some reason, she always had the urge to smash this perfect statue.

She was shocked by her own thoughts and even recalled her childhood.

She once owned a very fine crystal statue of an angel.

She loved the angel statue and would hug it to sleep every day. However, one quiet night, she could not control her impulse and smashed the statue to pieces.

The crisp sound travels through time and echoes in my ears.

People always have strange destructive thoughts. Most of the time they can control them, but there are always times when they cannot.

Alina's heart was beating wildly at this absurd idea.

What is she thinking? Is she a born destroyer or a bad girl?

Or was she simply jealous of Sif?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Alina immediately rejected this terrible idea.

She would rather admit that she was a bad girl and a saboteur than admit that she was jealous of Sif.

Looking at Alina's changing expression, which turned red and white, Roland knew that this guy had entered into a pattern that the girl could not guess.

Seeing Alina's unstable mood, Roland lost interest in enjoying the gentle lap pillow. He yawned and said lightly, "It's late at night. I'm sleepy too."

"By the way, isn't there any letter from me in Hansa?"

"Yes, yes. They are all official correspondence. Mrs. Elaine will sort them out for you tomorrow morning."

Alina whispered softly.

Are they all official letters?

Roland was full of doubts and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

His last letter to Sif was a standard family letter, and he even composed a love poem to express his longing for her.

Even though he and Sif have confirmed their engagement and have taken the crucial step from youth to maturity, they are still in the honeymoon period after all. They shouldn't be like an old married couple, right?
Something must have gone wrong.

Roland's first instinctive reaction was that Alina had withheld the letter, but he quickly dispelled this absurd idea and felt guilty for doubting Alina.

Her eyes were so clear, it was definitely not her.

No one can have such clear eyes after doing something bad.

She might have other ideas, but she couldn't do anything so boring.

Just as Roland was daydreaming, a gentle voice came from the door, "Master, Madam Elaine has prepared evening tea for you and the Prime Minister. Is it convenient to bring it in now?"

The clock just pointed to nine o'clock, and the exciting nightlife in Xidai City has just begun.

Alina opened her mouth but said nothing. She looked at Roland with a questioning look and gave him the choice.

After all, Roland had just said he wanted to go to bed, so it would be rude of her to make a hasty decision.

Looking at Alina's cautious look, Roland felt inexplicably sad.

Even though she stood at the pinnacle of power, controlled the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people, and was able to decide the direction of the situation on the mainland, the high-spirited Captain Alina disappeared.

Roland said softly, "Let her in, and bring a few more bottles of wine so that you can drink with me. Oh, and put on the glasses we wore when we first met."

Alina was stunned for a moment. Those glasses?
Although it has not been lost, it has been slightly damaged in the process of being transferred, and she has kept it.

Since Roland needed it, she certainly wouldn't refuse.

Alina stood up and said with a smile: "Wait a moment, I'll go look for it, it should still be there."

Of course, she wasn't looking for glasses, but to put on some light evening makeup and bring a few bottles of liquor.

Although there was no reason, she always felt that Roland was in a bad mood today.

At times like this, the company of friends and strong liquor are the best partners to relieve worries.

She could probably guess the source of Roland's irritability.

Sylph hasn't written to me for a long time, it seems that there is really some unhappiness between them.

Maybe a few stiff drinks would get Roland to talk.

If it is a minor conflict that is insignificant, she will persuade them not to take it too seriously.

If it is a major conflict that cannot be reconciled.
Although the Kingdom of Golden Orb cannot find a beauty with such outstanding appearance and temperament as Sylph, perhaps it can make up for the shortcoming with quantity.

In short, if Sussex isn’t home, Golden Kite can provide it.

She promised.

After opening the door, Alina signaled the maid to push the dining cart in, gave her a few more instructions, and then hurried to her bedroom.

Looking at the pink and rosy face in the mirror, Alina's heart beat faster.

Is the beauty in the mirror really her?
Every day the maid helped her with her makeup, and she never even looked at it carefully.

Perhaps it was because she was in a good mood due to the good news, her skin was more radiant than before.

She couldn't help but pinch it herself. It was white with a rosy glow, chewy and soft. She couldn't help but want to pinch it again.

Alina bit her lip, put on some light makeup, and opened the closet.

Hanging here are top-notch clothes designed and made by famous fashion designers from Jin Yuan and Talia.

They are more like works of art than clothes.

Alina's eyes wandered from the left side of the closet to the right side, landing on the last translucent milky white high-slit long skirt.

Her cheeks turned redder.

When she got the dress, she criticized Mrs. Elaine in a subtle way.

"Elaine, this kind of clothes doesn't suit me."

"Miss, it suits you very well. It can perfectly show your graceful curves and charming charm."

"Take it, take it away, I don't want it."

So, the dress just hung in a corner of the closet.

Although it has never been worn, it has not been thrown away either.

He is indeed a guy who says one thing and thinks another.

Alina couldn't help but mock the guy who said no but refused to throw away the dress.

Maybe try it tonight?

She didn't want to show her hidden beauty to anyone, but Roland was an exception.

After all, they are best friends, and it makes sense for them to show off in front of their friends once in a while.

Roland wouldn't be tempted anyway.

He already has the most beautiful Sylph in the world.

Thinking of this, Alina was nine parts depressed, but also one part unwilling to accept it.

Even if Sylph has the most impeccable beauty in the world, are there only roses in the garden? Who says that the romance and passion of irises are not worth paying attention to?

Alina turned around and finished changing her clothes.

After a moment's hesitation, she took out a pair of crystal high heels from under the closet.

The fully transparent crystal shoes can lift up the slender feet and form a perfect curve.

There is no difference between wearing these shoes and not wearing them, they are just more tempting.

Thinking that Roland would not be able to help staring at the crystal shoes, her cheeks turned a little redder, covering up the color of her light pink lipstick.

After changing her clothes, Alina, confident in her feminine charm, walked towards Roland's bedroom with her head held high.

This was once the bedroom of the empress of the old empire.

She had already requisitioned the emperor's bedroom, and when arranging it for Roland, she didn't think too much and directly arranged the most honorable bedroom there. Afterwards, she always felt that something was wrong, but it was difficult to change it.

It would be fine if you don't mention it. Once you mention Roland, you will think more about it.

Alina walked into the bedroom with graceful steps and saw Roland holding a wine glass in a daze.

"Sir, I excuse you to excuse me. I am Alina, an international student at the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts. My final assignment is to paint a portrait of a melancholic noble. Can you help me?"

A gentle voice sounded. Roland was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that this was the conversation between him and Alina when they first met.

He was not a noble then, but he is now.

At that time, his mood was not depression but he wanted to die, but now he felt a little sad.

Time flies so fast.

Roland felt inexplicably sad and murmured softly, "I am a high-ranking noble, and my appearance fee is very expensive."

"It doesn't matter, I have money."

Alina sat down opposite Roland and snapped her fingers, and all the magic lights in the room went out.

The red and blue moonlight filled the room, and the candles on the candlesticks were lit one by one.

"The candles are already set out, it would be a waste if we don't light them."

Alina explained with a smile.

Roland did not argue and retorted that candles could be recycled even if they were not used.

He was no longer that straight man, he could vaguely feel Alina's emotions.

But he also knew very well that this was not a relationship between a man and a woman.

Unlike Sylph, Alina's affection for him was seven parts gratitude and compensation, two parts friendship between life and death, and at most only one part naive attraction between men and women.

He knew even more clearly that if he gave her a demanding look, Alina would throw herself at him tonight, but he would not do that.

This feeling of a perfect friendship that has nothing to do with being in love is actually quite good.

More importantly, he doesn't like to use coercion on people close to him.

Even if it's just mild coercion.

Maybe their friendship would sour someday, but not now, not tonight.

Alina dressed up carefully tonight and said the same lines as when they first met. It is hard to say whether she has any complicated thoughts, but this is definitely not pure love.

Only when I'm with Sif, there is pure attraction between us.

He suddenly felt homesick, missing his wife at home, missing her soft red lips, the passionate embrace in the hot spring, and the ethereal feeling of entering the sage mode.

Raising his glass, Roland said in a clear voice: "Okay, I will be your model tonight, but the subject of the painting is not a melancholy nobleman, but a husband who misses his wife."

Alina's body trembled slightly and her smile seemed forced.

"Okay, but before I start painting, I want to have a few drinks with you."

"Can you hold the paintbrush steadily after a few drinks?" Roland was curious.

"Of course, many artists get half drunk before creating."

Since Alina said so, Roland naturally would not be pretentious. He poured wine for the two of them and raised his glass.

"Every encounter in life is a reunion after a long separation. Cheers to the reunion!"

"This sentence is full of philosophy. Cheers to reunion!" Alina raised her glass in response.

She drank it all in one gulp, and a few drops of scarlet wine inadvertently slid down the corners of her lips, along her white neck, all the way down, through the valley, leaving a mark.

Roland's eyes were a little straight and his body was slightly hot.

What’s going on? Has it really been because I’ve been separated from my beloved wife for too long?

Roland took a big gulp of wine, trying to sober himself up.

"A short separation is for a better reunion. Let's have another drink!"

Roland didn't want to think, he just wanted to be intoxicated.

He decided to go back tomorrow.

He didn't want to investigate which link went wrong, nor did he want to say anything that was detrimental to unity.

He just wanted to see Sif.

Tonight’s intoxication is only for a better sobriety tomorrow.

How can someone who has never been drunk understand what it is to be sober?

Roland drank so quickly that he didn't even have time to take a few bites of steak.

He drank quickly, so Alina had no choice but to keep him company.

The wine prepared tonight was strong liquor, and they drank it quickly, so they got drunk quickly.

The Roland in front of Alina began to shake, and even turned into two, then three.

The beautiful woman in front of Roland turned out to be his beloved wife Sif.

He pushed the dining table open, held Alina's face, and was about to kiss her in a daze.

"Hmm, yeah."

The soft whisper of a cat sounded in my ears.

Roland suddenly sobered up a little.

This is Alina! No, there is definitely something wrong with this wine!

Cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and he subconsciously wanted to push Alina away, but he only saw a confused and charming look.

Damn, who drugged me?
Roland quickly determined that the seasoning added to the wine was an emotion-stimulating potion that could infinitely amplify the desires in one's heart.

He originally only had some primitive instincts, but driven by the potion he wanted to find a warm and gentle place to clap his hands hard.

Roland pushed Alina away with force.

Although it's impolite, it's better than being dominated by regret afterwards.

He didn't consider himself a chaste woman, but he definitely didn't want to do anything ridiculous without thinking.

Alina has a special identity and is not a girl who can be thrown away just for fun.

The small head cannot be allowed to dominate the big head.

However, Roland couldn't push Alina away at all. His whole body was soft, and only the parts that shouldn't be hard were held high.

Seeing the situation getting out of control, he used up his last bit of strength to whisper in Alina's ear:

"Have a few more drinks with me."

Alina was in a daze and her mind was in chaos. She subconsciously obeyed Roland's request.

Roland used up his last bit of strength to unscrew the bottle and gulped it down.

Screw it, I have to get drunk tonight.

It is well known that men are only capable of violating women when they pretend to be drunk.

When you are really drunk, the blood cannot flow down and you can't even stand up.

Roland could drink quite a lot, but he couldn't handle all the drinking and soon felt dizzy.

The last thing he remembered was that he fell on the bed and then lost consciousness.

When he woke up the next day, there was no one by the bed, only a faint body fragrance.

He reached into the quilt, and luckily, although his outer clothes had been taken off, his underwear was still there.

Roland shook his head and stood up groggily, feeling a chill in his lower body.

Looking down, he was wearing his underwear, but it was not his.
It's over.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, unable to bear it any longer.

The bloodstains on the pink fabric had dried, but they were still somewhat shocking.

He stood there, silently putting on new clothes, looking at the palm-sized piece of cloth and the shocking crimson blood, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Just as he was standing there in a daze, the sound of a door being pushed open was heard.

He quickly hid the cute little pink girl behind him, his heart beating wildly.

The person who appeared at the door was Alina, whom he didn't want to see at all.

Looking at Alina's tired and pale face, Roland's heart trembled.

Did they really happen last night?

If it does happen, he will be held responsible no matter what.

Alina stood in front of him and whispered, "Are you going home?"

"Well, we'll fight side by side in the final battle."

"This is the gift I prepared for Queen Sylph and Miss Lisa. Take it to them."

Alina took out two exquisite boxes and tried to maintain a calm expression.

Roland wanted to be an ostrich, but he still chose to face it.

It has already happened, there is no point in escaping.

His old face turned red and he took his hands back from behind, holding the damn underwear that didn't belong to him.

"Is this yours?"

"Well, I'll leave it for you as a souvenir." Alina's voice was flat, with only a slight tremor.

“We did it last night.”

"Don't worry, nothing happened, you were just very drunk." Alina said in a cold tone.

"But."

"No buts. I helped you to the bed, but you were already unconscious and started tearing my clothes. I was so angry that I tried to fight you, but you were too strong for me."

Alina raised her right arm and shrugged, "Look, the blood is coming out from here."

There was a scratch on the white arm.

Roland was stunned for a few seconds, and the smile finally returned to the corners of his lips.

Fortunately, he was right. A man can't do anything when he is drunk.

Seeing his relieved expression, Alina couldn't help but glare at him fiercely, "Roland, so nothing happened between me and you to make you so happy? I'll remember this insult!"

Since she hadn't made any serious mistake, Roland naturally let Alina vent.

After Alina punched him hard a few times, her anger disappeared a little.

"Thank you, Roland. You can take a rest today. I still have a lot to ask you. I will take you home tomorrow."

Since Alina said so, Roland would naturally not refuse.

Looking at Alina's leaving back, and then looking down at the pink cutie covered in blood, he couldn't help but sigh.

At least at that moment, he really felt a little regretful that this was not true.

(End of this chapter)