Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Inside the Holy Emblem Palace.

Emperor Gustav quickly received the news that Soren had taken Princess Mina to play in the imperial capital for a day.

He frowned, having little impression of this youngest daughter.

"Does this Mina have anything special about her?" Gustav asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

When there are too many children, parents are bound to be biased, especially when there are dozens.

They are even less likely to pay attention.

Most of their attention is focused on a few special children.

Empress Elizabeth coughed twice and said, "Judging from the recent news within the palace, little Mina has a very good talent for magic. This time, the Crown Prince went out of the palace to find a magic tutor for her."

"Oh, who?" Gustav became interested. He knew that Empress Elizabeth's sources of information were very reliable.

"Rezel Harun!" Empress Elizabeth replied.

Gustav fell silent, which confirmed that Mina's magical talent was extremely high.

Although Rezel had only just broken through to the eighth rank, he was a famous magic导师 in the imperial capital, known for his ability to nurture disciples.

Not to mention the eldest son, Torres, a sixth-rank Archmage at the age of thirty-two.

His eldest disciple, Selma, was already at the peak of the seventh rank and could break through to the eighth rank at any time.

Several other disciples had also reached the seventh rank, which was the key reason why he, a seventh-rank Great Archmage, had been able to hold the position of Vice-Dean of the Royal Academy for so many years.

"I have to admit, the Crown Prince's vision is really very good," Empress Elizabeth sighed, her voice full of praise for Soren.

Gustav nodded and then said, "Please keep a close eye on little Mina during this period. If her magical talent is really that good, allocate more cultivation resources to her."

In any case, little Mina was his own daughter, and with such good magical talent, it was not impossible for her to become the backbone of the court mage corps in the future.

If the royal family wanted to always be above the nobles, it could not rely on status alone, but also on the overall strength of the royal family.

If one day, the royal family did not have any Saint-level experts, and even the number of eighth-rank masters was far less than that of other great nobles in the imperial capital,

then the royal family's control over the nobles would also decline.

One of the reasons why the Bragg family was able to overthrow the old empire was the decline of the royal family, which lost its power over other nobles.

Therefore, Gustav deeply understood the importance of cultivating the strength of the royal family. He hoped that there would be more children like little Mina in the royal family, who could strengthen the royal family's strength and stabilize the foundation of the empire.

When Soren returned to Emily's palace with little Mina, it was already night.

Soren handed the sleeping little Mina to Emily.

"I'm sorry, I took little Mina out to play for the whole evening, and she's already tired and asleep," Soren said with a hint of apology in his voice.

Emily did not ask why Rezel did not accept Mina as a disciple.

There was no need to ask. If Rezel had not accepted Mina as a disciple, it would prove that her magical talent was not enough. Then Soren would not have taken her to the banquet to build momentum for her in advance.

After this momentum, Mina's status in the palace and the imperial capital would rise sharply, and the amount of cultivation resources allocated to Mina by the Zhuanwu Mansion would also rise sharply.

Having cultivated to the seventh rank, Emily knew very well that cultivation talent was important, and cultivation resources were also very important.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for taking care of Mina," Emily respectfully saluted, and the moment she bent down, she revealed her fullness, and the cleavage made Soren couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Emily was dressed even more sexily tonight, in a suspender mini skirt, but with a layer of thin linen cloth similar to gauze on the outside, looming.

In the empire, there was no such thing as gauze, mainly because of the backwardness of textile technology. Commoners mainly used linen, while nobles wore clothes woven from the silk spun by rainbow spiders.

"This woman is seducing you," the Endless Blade reminded.

Soren appropriately revealed a look of infatuation.

It was impossible to hide a sneak peek in front of a seventh-rank Knight Commander. Emily was secretly pleased with this,

She held little Mina in her arms, covering her chest, causing Soren to involuntarily reveal a look of regret.

All of this was naturally seen by Emily, and she was immediately relieved.

"Your Highness, you are full of alcohol. I have prepared sobering tea. Would you like a cup before you leave?" Emily invited, her voice with a hint of seduction.

At night, there were no maids in the empty palace, and a scantily clad beautiful woman invited you to her room for tea.

Any man with a normal brain would understand what this meant.

Soren showed a hesitant look, his eyes wandering between Emily's temptation and reason.

Emily then turned around at the right time, revealing her graceful figure under the gauze in the dim light of the palace. That kind of hazy feeling would make even a man's heart itch.

Soren was no exception, and his eyes flickered with complicated light.

"She's watching you, hesitate for a while," the Endless Blade's voice sounded in Soren's mind.

Just as Soren was about to step forward, Emily slowly turned around, accidentally pulling up a corner of her skirt, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. That corner of her skirt was also pressed down by little Mina, as if it was all an accident.

"Your Highness!" This soft call made Soren's body tremble slightly, and he responded unconsciously, "Okay!"

When Emily turned around again, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. Her plan had succeeded.

After putting little Mina on the bed, Emily returned to the main hall again, but put on a long robe, covering her graceful figure tightly.

"Expert! An expert, she's preparing to push and pull you to the limit, keeping you at arm's length," the Endless Blade sighed.

Soren was speechless. He felt like this sword was just an old lecher.

"Your Highness, this is the sobering tea I just brewed," Emily poured a cup for Soren, and when she walked up to Soren, she staggered and accidentally spilled it on his thigh.

Soren immediately felt a black line, full of a certain island country's sense of sight.

The sobering tea was not hot, obviously it had been planned long ago.

Soren was silent for a short time, obviously waiting for the next step in the development.

However, Emily did not do what Soren expected, squatting down to help him wipe his clothes, but instead stood aside with a troubled and embarrassed expression, "Your Highness, I have been rude." Then she handed over a handkerchief.

Soren was stunned and waved his hand awkwardly.

When he came into contact with the handkerchief, Soren accidentally grabbed Emily's hand.

Emily grabbed Soren's hand back, then let out a soft sound and generously turned Soren's palm over.

"Your Highness, you are so young, but you actually have such thick calluses."

Emily's voice was filled with a hint of surprise and admiration, and her eyes flashed with respect for Soren.