In the Name of the Queen

The magnificent banquet hall seemed to be in a different world from the dark night outside the window.

Although she was mentally prepared, Lisa was still stunned by the magnificent scene.

She originally thought that the lights in the Royal Square were as bright as daylight, but now she realized that she was not very knowledgeable.

Every female guest attending the dinner was dressed in bright and beautiful clothes and looked bright and beautiful.

Fortunately, she was wearing a dress provided by the royal family and was made up by Margaret herself, which was better than theirs, so her inferiority complex was slightly relieved.

Even though she found that there were not many female guests prettier than herself, Lisa was still nervous.

She knew very well that these women could be so beautiful every night, but she couldn't.

After the midnight bell rang, she would return the dress, leave quickly, and become an ordinary woman who worked during the day and cooked at night.

But that was after midnight.

Now she can still have a beautiful dream of a fantasy princess.

Lisa looked up and saw the queen standing high above her. Her fighting spirit that had just been ignited instantly waned, and her round shoulders drooped down with her shawl.

They are different after all.

At the banquet tonight, all the female guests showed their most beautiful side, hoping to have a place in the imperial garden.

If compared with them, Lisa was more or less confident.

But the queen came.

The dispute was over.

She was a gorgeous elf in the sea of ​​flowers, a gentle white rose, and the pinnacle of human charm that made everyone feel ashamed.

She only wore light makeup, but her smiles and frowns overwhelmed countless heavy makeup.

She was the perfect masterpiece of the Creator.

She was so beautiful that she didn't look like a human.

Lisa complained silently.

After Sylph entered the banquet hall, the originally light conversations stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on the perfect queen.

In the crowd, the wine glass that Chief Minister William was holding and shaking in his hand stopped in the air.

He was more convinced of his decision.

It is really cruel to let a girl who is so delicate that she is almost transparent come into contact with the dirty and heavy politics.

He will protect Her Majesty the Queen in his own way.

Taking away her power and letting her enjoy leisure and comfort is the greatest loyalty of a minister.

As for whether the Queen herself is willing to hand over power, he has not thought about it much.

Other cabinet ministers have similar ideas to Mr. William.

They are not greedy for power, but just to share the worries of Her Majesty the Queen.

Look, such a delicate girl, rolling in the bloody sea of ​​politics, won’t she become a tyrant like Sophia?

Thinking of the hardship and danger of being a minister under Sophia, the cabinet ministers reached a consensus without any prior agreement.

The young queen cannot be allowed to have absolute power.

That is a disaster, both internally and externally.

For these ministers, it is not important whether Sussex can produce a female emperor. They are more concerned about whether they can enjoy power safely.

After thinking about it, it is safer to lock the power in the back garden.

Most cabinet ministers have similar ideas, with only two exceptions.

Walder stood in the crowd, smiling from ear to ear.

Sylph has really grown up.

Although she is not yet an adult, she already has the awe-inspiring aura of a queen.

Although her appearance is invincible, it is still a good start.

She is even trying to build her own team.

Although appointing Roland as the head of the Royal Knights will not allow him to enter the center of power, it is better than going to the House of Representatives to seek compromise for the title.

In Walder's view, the temporary loss-making transaction does have a reason to exist, but it is not appropriate for the queen to be controlled by the people of the House of Commons.

It costs a huge price, but becomes a laughing stock, and even exposes her political immaturity.

He is very worried that Sylph will make the worst choice under impulse.

Fortunately, her choice this time is very correct.

The Royal Knights have indeed declined and have no real power, but the head is a ministerial official after all.

Don't take the head as a high official, it is at least an excellent springboard.

As long as Roland can rebuild the Knights and make achievements, it will be natural for him to enter the cabinet.

This is a choice to break the deadlock.

Although it is difficult, the direction is correct.

Just thinking of the complicated forces of the cabinet's power grabbers, the old man's smile gradually solidified.

It is a long way to take back the imperial power, and he doesn't know how long he can accompany Sylph.

His eyes slowly moved to Roland not far away, and he sighed in his heart.

He couldn't understand Roland.

This man was sometimes calculating and shrewd, and sometimes emotional. But one thing is certain, at least before taking back the imperial power, Roland was a staunch royalist.

Walder sighed lightly, picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

Maybe he drank too quickly, he coughed softly, and his old face flushed.

After all, he is old.

If he was 20 years younger, when the wine glass fell that day, it was not a maid who came over, but dozens of armored guards equipped with pistols.

If he could control the situation, how could he tolerate such an uncertain factor as Roland.

But he is old and can't control it.

Not only can he not take action against Roland, but he also has to hope that Roland will assist Sylph with all his heart.

Roland is good in everything, but I don't know what he is thinking.

If he takes over the power after regaining the imperial power, it may not be better than it is now.

Is there any way to make Roland treat Sylph as a family member?

The old man looked at Roland and Lisa not far away and fell into deep thought.

Just as he was thinking hard, Roland moved his body and stood in front of Lisa, and declined a gentleman's toast on her behalf.

If only Roland could protect Sylph like he protected Lisa.

Unfortunately

Wait!

Walder's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

He was indeed old and confused. If Sylph was still a princess, she would most likely marry out for political reasons and become a token of the alliance between the two countries.

But she is now the queen.

How could the queen marry out?

The queen's marriage partner must be of good family background, and the three generations of ancestors must be authentic old Sussex people. The identity must be an imperial citizen, but not a noble, so as to prevent the expansion of the royal family's power.

It would be even more perfect if the marriage partner was an orphan.

With such harsh conditions, if you can usually get more than half of them, you are considered an excellent candidate. Roland, this guy, actually meets all the requirements!

Walder took another gulp of wine and coughed even harder.

Although his old face was flushed, he couldn't hide his smile.

He could see that Roland and Sylph had feelings for each other.

Although this feeling was a little ignorant, they themselves did not realize it, but there was plenty of time for it to develop.

Sylph was still more than a year away from marriage, so why rush?

In the eyes of the people around him, the Minister of the Interior was a little bit wrong tonight.

He drank without being persuaded, and his face was red and he was laughing so happily. What good news?

Of course, they didn't know that Walder not only found someone to protect Sylph, but also found the best way to lock this person's loyalty. Of course, he was happy.

The more Walder looked at Roland, the more he liked him, but when he saw Roland protecting Lisa and resting aside, his smile was a little unnatural.

Is the girl named Lisa too close to Roland?

Although he firmly believed that normal people would make the right choice between Lisa and Sylph, he couldn't guess what Roland would do.

The old man felt a little stuffy in his chest.

Lisa's presence was somewhat impolite.

Under the old man's gaze, Roland settled Lisa, picked up the wine glass, and walked towards the VIP seat with firm steps.

Walder was a little curious. Who was this guy going to meet?

When Roland stopped, his eyes almost popped out.

Minister of Justice Alben, why was it him?