in the name of the queen

Chapter 169 The Troubles of Girl Sif

The small restaurant of the Governor's Mansion offers four dishes and one soup, accompanied by beautiful women.

Roland was in a particularly wonderful mood.

The beauty accompanying him at this moment is not Sif, but Lisa.

Seeing the smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth, Lisa couldn't bear the words.

"Why are you smiling all the time?"

"Nothing, I just thought of something happy." Roland replied casually.

Sister Lisa was a little distracted, the quality of the dishes was not good, and she even overcooked the steak for the first time in a long time.

But Roland didn't care.

Seeing the smile rippling in Roland's eyes, Lisa finally couldn't help but ask: "Roland, is it true that you saw an elf who looks like Sif in your dream?"

He didn't want to hide it from his sister, but there were some things that he really couldn't say until they were done.

"Where's that woman?"

Roland also breathed a sigh of relief when Lisa stopped asking questions.

The queen's palace and sleeping quarters.

"She ranked second with 97 points."

Her face was as before, a little more rosy with joy, and she was indeed prettier than usual.

"Eh? I usually get 99 points, and occasionally 90 points, but today it's actually a perfect score?"

How can you talk nonsense about exchanging meritorious deeds for a prince?

"99 points."

"Then you're still laughing." Lisa took a bite of the steak, frowned slightly, and had the urge to throw away the whole dish and cook it again.

Since the fate of the Sudetenland can be decided in Munich, the fate of the Waal city-state can naturally be decided in Hansa.

"Don't talk nonsense, am I such a superficial person?" Roland smiled and shook his head.

"Mirror Mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"So you are targeting Sif according to the standards of your dream lover?" Lisa also found that today's cooking was very bad and she accidentally added too much vinegar.

"William?"

"Why should the fate of Vaal City be decided in Vaal City? Politics is too complicated, so just stop asking and eat."

Lisa was thinking about what to do next, and forgot all the questions she planned to ask before.

"I have just received news that an international summit to discuss the fate of the Vaal city-state will be held here, and Mr. William will attend the meeting as the plenipotentiary representative of our country."

Seeing Sif wrapped in velvet and twisting irregularly, Magic Mirror couldn't help but ask:
"Master, are you worried? Maybe I can't come up with any ideas, but it's okay to be a listener."

"Where's Lisa?"

Lisa shut up obediently, picked up the knife and fork and started eating silently.

"Of course it is you, my master."

There is nothing new under the sun.

She can see Lisa every day. Although she is beautiful, is it so exaggerated?

Sif came to the mirror in surprise and looked at herself in the mirror.

"100 points." Magic Mirror replied calmly.

"Mr. William is coming." Roland knew that if this topic continued, there would be nothing but lies and deception, so he quietly changed the subject.

After a few seconds of pause, Sif's tone gradually calmed down and she asked softly: "Rescore based on her 60 points, how much should I score?"

Since an international conference is to be held, it is natural to make good preparations for the conference.

"Twenty-one, 87 points."

"it is true."

As the chief logistics officer, she will be very busy next.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Sif was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why did it rise so fast?"

"What's my score today?"

Xif lifted up the quilt and heard a soft voice.

"Maybe I'm in a good mood like you."

Lisa was stunned for a long time before she remembered that this was the chief minister of the imperial cabinet, responsible for the empire's foreign affairs, internal affairs and many other affairs.

Roland was right. Politics was her restricted area of ​​knowledge, so there was no need to worry about it so much.

"Since we are discussing the fate of the city-state of Vaal, why not by Lake Vaal?" Lisa's eyes were full of doubts.

Sif lay on the bed, covering herself with the quilt, trying not to let her laughter escape.

Magic Mirror said calmly: "Master, you scored 99 because the score limit is only so high. She scored 87 because she happened to be 87."

Sif's expression was once again dominated by joy.

The magic mirror is indeed a transcendent existence with the characteristics of an artifact, focusing on justice.

Carefully admiring the perfect girl in the mirror, Sif nodded with satisfaction and asked slowly:
"Magic Mirror, have you ever seen pure love?"

"never seen it."

Very good answer.

"You have been with many high-status women before, haven't you met them once?"

The magic mirror answered very honestly, "Master, you should know that women of high status often have no chance of pure love."

Sif's face changed slightly.

The magic mirror was right.

For women of high status, marriage is often an integral part of political transactions.

The basis for alliance between countries is common interests, and the highest form is marriage.

Even if you are a princess or even a queen, you can't help but get married.

Sif's mood was a little low, and she asked softly: "Is it true?"

"It depends on your definition of love."

Magic Mirror said calmly: "Absolutely pure love only exists in novels. If you lower the standard, as long as you can marry the person you like, support each other and be loyal to each other."

Sif's eyes lit up.

The magic mirror is an ancestral treasure of the York family. It has followed the family ancestors for many years. The lowest status it has ever followed was a princess.

Before following the York family, it even followed some special women during the Magic Empire.

It records the lives of countless distinguished women.

If it says yes, then it must be.
"Almost not." Magic Mirror said calmly.

"Almost not?" Sif was shocked.

"Yes, I can only say that the speed at which human beings like the new and dislike the old makes me jaw-dropping. Most of the women I have followed are quite beautiful. Although they cannot compare with you, there are quite a few who are over eighty."

"Even these noble, well-educated and beautiful women can't get true love?"

Sif was a little shocked, but she didn't rush to refute, but listened silently.

"Yes." Magic Mirror said frankly.

Sif clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand and twisted it into a ball.

Seeing that Xif was silent, the magic mirror continued: "I have seen royal daughters bring home men other than their husbands more than once, but their husbands rarely come, even in front of me."

"Shut up!"

Sif interrupted the story that the magic mirror was about to tell.

"I would never do this!"

Magic Mirror shut up obediently.

It didn't quite understand why Sif was excited, and it didn't say she would be like this.

Seeing that Sif didn't speak for a long time, it had no choice but to try to comfort her: "Master, it's too early for you to consider these things. After all, you don't even have love, and your marriage is far away."

"Mirror, shut up!"

This time Sif was really angry.

The magic mirror's words hurt her.

Of course she would not be ignorant of self-love like other princesses, so the words in front of the magic mirror only made her a little unhappy, not particularly angry.

Others are others, she is her.

But the comfort behind the magic mirror made her furious on the spot.

If it weren't for the fact that the magic mirror couldn't be destroyed, she might have grabbed a mace and smashed it into it.

She stood up angrily and walked out the door. "William will arrive at Hansa in the afternoon. You are responsible for receiving him. Just leave all diplomatic negotiations to him, and there is no need to interfere."

Sif walked towards the library.

The library of the Governor's Palace has many collections from the Hanseatic Kingdom, which may provide answers about love.

After all, the magic mirror is a broken mirror and cannot understand anything.

When she walked out of the palace, she became Count Sif again.

The library director did not expect the count to visit and greeted him very hospitably.

"My Lord Earl, why are you here in person? If you have any books you want to read, just ask the attendant to come over and tell me. I will personally select the books and send them to you."

Seeing the director's enthusiasm, Sif asked softly: "Do you know much about the books in the library?"

"Of course, the Hanseatic Library was built in 917 of the New Magical Calendar. It has gone through the continuous expansion of the Hanseatic Kingdom for three generations and the catastrophes of war. It currently has a collection of books, among which art books are the most abundant."

"Art? Is there anything about love?"

The corners of the curator's mouth raised in an exaggerated arc, "Your Majesty, the thing most praised in art books has never been heroes, but love."

Sif's eyes lit up.

The curator really knows art.

Since the earl wanted to read romance books, the curator naturally did not dare to neglect.

He selected a collection of poems, a collection of essays, a collection of short stories and the novels "The Sorrows of Young Veena" and "The Blood-soaked Rose".

Sif did not return to the palace, nor did she go to the main building of the Governor's Palace.

She was a little upset and didn't want to go to work today.

Seeing that she was feeling uneasy, the director thoughtfully recommended her to read on the third floor of the library.

"Your Majesty, it's very quiet there. No one will disturb your reading."

"Thank you."

Following the curator's guidance, Xif sat down by the window, brewed a pot of tea, opened books amidst the scent of tea, and looked for records of love in literature and art.

The poetry was beautiful and she liked it very much.

But poetry is a highly condensed, beautified version, like a woman wearing heavy makeup.

Beautiful, but unreal.

That's not what she wanted to see.

The same goes for prose.

Sif hesitated for a moment among the remaining two books, and first chose "The Trouble with Girl Vina" which seemed to have a more specific title.

The girl Vina is the daughter of a certain hereditary duke. She has a distinguished status and has been well protected since she was a child. However, she rarely has the opportunity to interact with members of the opposite sex of her own age.

Under her father's careful care, she didn't even have much chance to talk to young men.

Girls raised in this way are absolutely pure.

This is the obsession of Vina's father.

It is indeed very pure, as pure as an idiot, Sif complained silently in her heart.

The girl Veena had a similar origin to her, which gave Sif a little more to look forward to.

If Veena can find sweet love, so can she.

Vina was rescued by a handsome young man named Berti during an outing. She fell in love at the first sight of him.

And then there’s the love story that’s too good to be true.

The novel was written by Faust, a famous writer from the Weimar Federation.

Although the Odinians are low in art, they are good at music and literature.

The novel records the love of young girls with beautiful words.

Vina and Berti wanted to give everything for each other.

Even life.

The young girl Vina and the young boy Berti went on an outing together, took risks, looked at the stars back to back under the bright moonlight, and talked about their feelings.

However, when the girl was expecting Berti to confess her love, Berti guiltily said that she already had a crush on her, a neighbor she had grown up with.

Love is as beautiful as a dream. At dawn, when the dream wakes up, he must go home.

Sif's heart stopped, just like the girl Veena in the book.

Love like a meteor comes suddenly and leaves even more suddenly.

Vina left Berti angrily.

Since he loves someone else, she naturally won't get entangled with him.

time flies.

Vina's father arranged a well-matched marriage for her, to another young duke.

A few years have passed, and Vina's wealthy life has been dull and boring.

She was a little nostalgic for her adventurous life, so she took a carriage and embarked on a nostalgic journey on the pretext of tourism.

At the place where she met Berti, she recalled the good memories and thought of looking for Berti.

She just wanted to see the boy and see what kind of lover he knew.

However, she heard the bad news.

Berti is dead.

He has never had a favorite lover.

After Berti's uncle learned her identity, he gave the autographed letter left by the teenager to Vina, who was in a complicated mood.

In this letter, Berti confesses her love to Vina.

He liked the beautiful and cheerful Vina, but he also knew the gap between commoners and nobles. He did not want his love to be contaminated by the world, so he chose to leave quietly.

There is no such thing as a childhood sweetheart. He will be a lonely boy until his death.

Sif was moved to tears by the love story of life and death, and choked up several times.

After crying, she reacted suddenly.

Although there is a gap between nobles and commoners, it is not impossible to unite.

If Berti can choose to marry into the mother-in-law, he can marry Vina and inherit the Vina family name.

Changing a surname might be a shame, but Berti didn't have a surname in the first place, so there was no such problem.

Since these idiots like each other, why don't they make it clear?

Sif was about to condemn the fictional couple, but suddenly thought of Roland.

Sure enough, there are many things that cannot be explained clearly.

Vina is the white moonlight in Berti's heart. He would rather give up than let this bright moonlight be covered in dust.

He longs for pure love more than a wronged marriage.

Sif put down the book, sighed, and opened the second romance novel "Blood Soaked Rose".

This novel is pretty much the same as the previous one.

It is also the pure love between young men and women.

They got to know each other through fighting and fought tooth and nail to protect each other.

When the girl fell into the boy's arms, like a rose soaked in blood, she was finally willing to face her true self.

Unfortunately, they ran out of time.

"So why wait until you're about to die before you talk!"

Sif muttered softly, suddenly thinking of last night, she was speechless.

She completely understands the mood of the heroine in the book.

Some words are really hard to say.

Last night, she thought she was about to die, so she made up her mind to have a word with Roland, but she was rescued.

After waking up, the atmosphere was completely wrong and I couldn't say anything.

Sif originally wanted to find the answer from the book, but what she saw was a collection of wrong questions.

So what should she do?
Sif cupped her chin and meditated for a long time, like the girl with the red rose, dominated by worries.

After an unknown amount of time, her eyes finally lit up.

No one knows how love lives.

But someone knows how love is buried.

marriage.

In this case, I will wait for you at the end.

(End of this chapter)