Prosperity is as you wish, empress, stop dreaming of me

At the moment when the seal symbolizing the Empress of the Witch Empire was stamped on the paper, Nya suddenly felt extremely tired. She slumped in her chair, leaning against the back of the chair, breathing in a big breath of air.

For a moment, the weight of the seal was almost impossible for her to support.

When she promised Kahn, she only felt that her brain was blank, completely unable to think about what might happen later.

Holding the thin piece of paper, Kahn finally smiled, he looked at Nya who was still slumped in the chair, and said gently: “Thank you, Princess Nya.” Kahn

didn’t look back.

It wasn’t until the other party walked out of an unknown distance that Nya’s pupils had focus.

After calming down, her brain had more space to think.

Why did Brother Kahn suddenly want to quit?

This question can be extended to many possibilities, but Kahn’s relieved look makes her have to think more.

The supreme army commander of the Witch Empire can be said to be above ten thousand people under one person, and almost every soldier is proud of him.

Kahn made it a burden.

Nya suddenly found out.

He was only afraid of Kahn’s means and ruthlessness, and never put himself in Kahn’s position to imagine how much pressure there was.

Kahn resigned, and from now on, he would not have stepped half a step into this dormitory, and Nya should have been happy that she would not have to see the person she was afraid of so many times.

Even if she doesn’t get out of here, she’ll never see Kahn again.

But the truth was not at all as expected, and she felt like an empty piece in her heart.

Something is missing.

The twitching of her heart brought a trace of pain, which made Nya’s eyebrows frown slightly, and her pale face was bloodless.

She knew that there was a big problem with her body.

The disease is getting worse.

My sister has thought of many ways and has repeatedly mobilized the power of the empire to try to heal her.

But the witch is originally a being that not many people understand, and each individual is very unique.

Some witches have great magical power, some witches have extremely strong physiques, and some have all-round development.

But without exception, they can live a long, long time.

She is an exception.

Except for the iconic change in hair color and pupil color when the witch awakens, there is almost no place where she resembles the witches.

In this case, how could she find someone to cure her so-called disease?

Nya often asks herself a question in her mind.

How long will I live?

Nya actually cares about many people in her heart, sister, nightingale, maid Eunice…

And in these lists, Kahn has probably always been there, but she buried it deeply.

I miss the story he once told.

Nya summoned the contact Warcraft Falcon, placed the news that Kahn was no longer a military commander, and then released it.

This falcon will automatically track some special traces and relay the information to Empress Via.

After doing all this, Nya slowly moved towards the bed, lying on it and stunned.

She stretched out her hand, and the cuffs slid down, revealing a jade-white arm, and five fingers aimed at the chandelier on the ceiling.

The faint light shone through the fingers, reflecting on Nya’s eyes, and the light reflected by the pupils refracted a variety of colors.

She put her other hand on her chest.

I was like, really doing something wrong.

Unable to continue thinking, Nya closed her eyes.

…………

On the way back, Kahn avoided everyone.

Kahn originally had a castle given to him by the Empress, built near the palace.

But he didn’t like it there, and Kahn didn’t fit in there.

He personally went to the outskirts to find a remote place and built a house.

First thing he did when he got home, Kahn went straight to the kitchen.

He knew that Sheila Naniko would definitely be there to prepare lunch for herself.

Kahn never ate out, and after having a home of his own in the outskirts of Iberia, he always went home to eat.

The permanent population of the entire house is actually only Kahn and Sheila, and very few people know this place.

As soon as he approached the kitchen door, Kahn could hear some voices coming from inside.

Sheila is singing.

It is a very popular Iberian ditty, and the light voice with a unique tune makes Kahn feel a little happy physically and mentally.

It wasn’t until he heard this never-before-heard singing voice that Kahn was completely sure that his future life would all belong to him.

You can go and fulfill your last wish.

Walk in silently.

The cute little witch had a smile on her face, her head tilted to the side, and she rhythmically shook to the melody of the hum.

She has always enjoyed cooking for Kahn.

Sheila is washing some fresh vegetables that look very fresh, especially the round, plump peas.

This little girl still likes peas so much.

Kahn felt a little amused, saved a little to tease her, and reached out and patted her back.

“Yay!”

Sheila was startled and quickly turned around, the characteristics belonging to the witch made her exude a dangerous aura, and the magic power surged.

But when she turned her head and saw Kahn’s slightly teasing smile, Sheila suddenly calmed down.

Sheila’s little face bulged: “Lord Kahn, don’t scare me like this, this is the tenth Shira forbidden matter!”

Kahn smiled dumbly: “Yes, yes, my loveliest Ms. Sheila.”

While laughing, he also stretched out a hand and pinched Sheila’s bulging face like a bun.

The soft touch, combined with the smooth skin, made Kahn can’t help but ravage her for a while.

It wasn’t until Sheila began a fiercely unhappy protest that he withdrew his hand.

“Okay, let me do the rest!”

Kahn motioned for Sheila to get out of the way, saw the ingredients on the table, and said with a smile:

“Today you have a good time, watch me make a hand of pea lamb for you to taste!”

Hearing the name of this dish, Sheila suddenly lost all his breath, and a pair of eyes shining, like a little hamster, tentatively asked: “Really?” Kahn

put on his apron, removed a handmade bracelet he had worn on his wrist, and placed it on the table.

Sheila sat in a chair, her chin propped up with both hands, and looked at Kahn, who was busy, her little feet dangling.

She stared at Kahn.

Judging from Lord Kahn’s expression, resigning as the commander of the empire does not seem to have the slightest negative impact.

That way, he can stay at home more and don’t have to go out so early every morning.

Sheila was also very happy, and she wished she could spend more time with Kahn.

She couldn’t help herself a little excited, looking around.

She saw the bracelet that Kahn had put down on the table.

In this region of Iberia, handmade bracelets are a blessing from one person to another, meaning amulet, and are one of the favorite trinkets of the townspeople.

Generally, only those who are close to each other will give it.

And this one by Kahn is already a very old style, about a hundred years ago in Iberia.

Sheila has seen it more than once.

I couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Lord Kahn, you seem to cherish this bracelet very much.”

When she asked this, Sheila tried her best to make her tone look natural, but her eyes involuntarily drifted to Kahn’s face.

Kahn expertly added various spices to the pot. “Bracelet, that’s a very precious gift.”

Kahn turned to Sheila and smiled, “If you make me one too, I’ll cherish it as much as I cherish it.”

Sheila blushed. No one could see that her secretly lowered expression had already become shy, and there was a hint of hope in her eyes.