in the name of the queen

Chapter 2 You are in trouble, boy!

"Order!"

The gavel hit the table hard, making a dull sound, and the House of Nobles, which had been in chaos a moment ago, instantly returned to calm.

The aristocratic gentlemen, who were blushing and almost fighting, were sitting upright and calm, as if they were not the ones who had just been angry with each other.

The speaker looked around the audience and asked calmly: "Gentlemen, if your in-depth friendly exchanges are over, let's get down to business now."

"His Majesty and the Crown Prince were killed at the same time, and everyone is very sad. But the country cannot be without a leader, and we must quickly identify a new emperor."

The Speaker turned his attention to the Dean of the Heraldry Academy.

In the Sussex Empire, the Heraldry House not only managed the coats of arms and archives of the nobility, but also managed many royal affairs.

Facing the Speaker's inquiry, the Dean of the Heraldry Academy, whose eyes were dim and looking like he might faint at any time, said tremblingly:

"When the emperor dies, the crown prince should succeed to the throne. If the crown prince also dies, other descendants will inherit the throne according to the order of blood."

"First the male members, then the female members, first the direct line and then the collateral line."

The dean rambled on for a long time, and finally finished explaining the inheritance rules amidst a violent cough.

Those present were all nobles and were very familiar with the laws of inheritance.

Everyone knows that according to the laws of inheritance. His Majesty the Emperor's youngest daughter, Princess Sylph, has the highest priority in inheritance.

The old dean of the Heraldry Academy fell unconscious on the spot and was carried away, leaving only the silent MPs.

"Distinguished gentlemen, those who agree with Her Highness Sylph's succession need not speak out, and those who oppose it please express their opinions."

The silence was deafening.

The speaker's magnetic voice sounded.

"There is no objection, and the vote is unanimous. I declare that Her Royal Highness Sylph has become the thirty-fifth emperor of the empire as expected. Since your majesty is temporarily underage, the government affairs are temporarily handled by the cabinet. The enthronement ceremony and the coming-of-age ceremony will be held at the same time."

Imperial Post Office.

Roland, a young man who was immersed in the dream of being a literary man, hummed a relaxing ditty, casually sealed the ghostwritten letter and handed it to the postman.

Just when he was finishing his work and relaxing in a daze, Lisa rushed over like a tornado, bringing along with her the slightest chill of autumn.

"Sister Lisa, the results of the essay competition haven't come out yet, so don't rush me so anxiously."

"Don't worry about that boring essay collection, this is a national event!" Lisa hurriedly sat down opposite Roland, breathing a little uneasily.

"Sister, don't talk nonsense. My Sussex is invincible. What can happen to me?"

Roland smiled and teased: "Looking at how anxious you are, could it be that His Majesty died?"

Lisa's expression suddenly stiffened.

She looked at Roland carefully, her eyes full of suspicion.

After a long time, she said with some confusion: "It doesn't make sense. I have a friend's brother-in-law who works as a guard at Fort Sheffield. I also learned the news accidentally. How did you know?"

"I read it in the current affairs section of The Sun."

Lisa squinted her eyes and looked at Roland, looking at his magnanimous eyes, she finally believed it, but she was still a little surprised, "His Majesty passed away, how can you be so calm?"

"Otherwise, do you think I look like someone who can resurrect?"

Roland said disapprovingly.

He poured black tea said to be from Malan into Lisa's cup and brought it to her face with a smile, "Sister, it's getting cold. Let's drink a cup of black tea to warm your body."

"The affairs of big shots have nothing to do with ordinary people like us."

Putting down the tea cup, he spread his hands and said with a bit of teasing: "No matter who becomes the emperor, we all have to pay taxes, there is no difference."

"Instead of thinking about this, why not give me some blessings and wish me success in the essay competition. The first prize is a full five hundred pounds."

Roland's eyes were full of longing.

"Let me think about how to spend this money. First, spend a hundred pounds to buy a house in Belfa Street, then hire servants and cooks to take care of my sister and me, and then raise a cat and two dogs."

"not enough."

Although Roland's plan to bring her, the unrelated sister next door, into the future was touching, Lisa cruelly interrupted Roland's fantasy and said lightly:
  "It's gone up. A big house in Belfa Street now costs at least a hundred and twenty pounds."

"Damn profiteer." Roland curled his lips.

"Roland!"

Lisa's eyebrows were a bit dissatisfied, but she still maintained her gentle voice and said:

"You have reached adulthood and are past the age of dreaming."

A man will remain a boy until he dies, sister, you don’t understand.

Roland shrugged and picked up the tea cup.

Don't argue with two kinds of women. Serious women and non-serious women.

Seeing his disapproval, Lisa felt helpless.

Roland is good at everything, but his thinking is too wild.

I would rather imagine that I am a literary giant of the world than meet Miss Alchemist.

Is this what everyone says about men remaining young until they die?

Although it was cruel to tear up the boy's literary dream in front of her, she had to be the villain.

"Roland, I'm curious, why are you so confident that you can win the award?"

Because this article won the championship in the royal essay contest of another world.

Covers all the essentials yet is short enough.

There is no award for this, unless there is a shady story.

Seeing Roland's confident look, Lisa reminded him softly: "Even if your genius idea is qualified to win the award, have you ever thought about the shady secrets in the award selection process?"

Roland's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Yeah, shady.

Many times, the winner has already been decided before the essay writing begins.

But this is beyond his control.

Just let it happen.

The frozen smile bloomed again.

"It's my luck to get it, and it's my fate to pass it by. If there is really a shady story, I can't do anything about it." The young man with a literary dream is still arrogant.

Lisa laughed along.

"You have such an open mind, why don't you want to meet Miss Elizabeth?"

Come on, that's the alchemist.

Girls who are exposed to various chemicals and heavy metals all day long age very quickly.

You are a bride when you get married, and you become an old woman in three years.

He doesn't want it.

There was no way to explain this little thought to Lisa, so she had to explain it away with literary dreams.

Anyway, this reason has been used countless times, and I don’t care if I have to do it again.

Lisa was used to Roland's prevarication, but this time she didn't want to give him a chance to get away with being cute.

"I don't care, if it fails you have to go."

"and many more!"

Standing up suddenly, Lisa's face instantly turned pale.

"Roland, you're in trouble."

"Sister, don't scare me, what's wrong?" Roland was startled by Lisa's sudden change.

Lisa murmured: "His Majesty passed away!"

"Sister, you just said it, no need to repeat it." Roland sighed softly.

"The new emperor is about to ascend the throne!"

"Sister, I think you should go to bed early." Roland was speechless. Something seemed wrong with Lisa.

"The crown prince is dead, and the throne should be inherited by Her Highness Sylph." Lisa said reluctantly.

Roland smiled and teased: "I know it is Her Royal Highness Sylph who has never appeared in public and is a hundred times more mysterious than the witch of Alpha Mountain. I heard that she was blessed by the wind elves and has an extremely beautiful appearance."

Lisa was speechless and pinched Roland's ears unbearably.

"Is now the time to care about the princess's appearance? She will be the new emperor soon!"

Roland's lazy smile froze instantly.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Damn it, it's a big deal.

In a country with the strongest military in the world and ruled by a queen, I participated in an essay competition held by the royal family and wrote "Oh my god, the queen is pregnant, who did it?" "This kind of novel.

This is not seeking death, this is seeking death.

(End of this chapter)