in the name of the queen

Chapter 28 Earl of Pea
  "cheers!"

The queen's troubles belong to the queen, and the earl's happiness belongs to the earl.

What does Queen Sif's troubles have to do with me, Count Sif?
  After standing under the golden nan tree in the back garden of the palace for ten minutes, Sylph finally came to her senses.

Whether Roland deteriorates is a matter for later.

At least now he's fiercely loyal.

With the power of [Insight], wherever she looked, Roland's heart was soaked in blood.

Future Roland will be left to future Sylph to worry about.

Don't ask for trouble.

Pop the champagne!

Earl Sif motioned to the maid to pour wine for the guests, and introduced to Roland with a smile:

"Roland, this is the Milanese champagne specially provided by the Thalia royal family. It tastes excellent and has a mellow and lingering sweetness in your mouth. Try it."

Roland's hand holding the wine glass froze in the air.

Opening champagne at halftime is already unlucky, but the one being opened is Milan champagne. This is simply a double debuff, and the wine cannot be drunk.

But he couldn't refuse.

You can't tell stories about your hometown.

He stopped drinking and asked with a smile: "I have never heard of Milan Champagne. Is there anything special about this wine?"

"Of course."

Thinking of Alban's slightly stunned appearance and obediently obeying orders, Sif was in a great mood and explained softly:

"Milan Champagne is the exclusive drink of the Thalia royal family. This wine is often used at high-level dinners, in addition to celebrating victories."

"The Grand Duke of Milan, the God of War in the Thalia Empire, would drink champagne before every battle to celebrate his victory in advance."

Roland felt some toothache.

This guy can only set out at noon when leading troops to fight, because sooner or later something will happen.

Seeing Roland's hesitation, Earl Sif smiled and comforted:
  "The Grand Duke of Milan participated in nineteen battles, big and small, in his military career, and won all of them. So drinking Milan champagne before participating in important events is a good sign, so feel free to drink it."

So is the Milanese Champagne in this world so powerful?
  That’s okay, drink!

Roland raised his glass, clinked it with Count Sif, and drank it all in one gulp.

Sif didn't lie. The taste of Milan Champagne was particularly fresh and quite good.

After a glass of champagne and a medium-rare steak cut into her mouth, Sif's mood was as wonderful as the long-lost sunny day in Sussex.

"Roland, thank you."

she said softly.

Roland stopped his knife and fork, swallowed the beef in his mouth, wiped the sauce from the corners of his lips with a napkin, and responded with a smile:
  "On the contrary, I should be the one thanking Count Sif. You helped me win the championship and saved me from the villain who wanted to murder me."

Sif shook her head slowly and murmured softly: "Roland. Without your help, Her Majesty the Queen would become a canary kept in a cage by some people and die in depression."

"If you help her, you are helping me."

Sif was right, the help Roland gave her was indeed more than an essay champion plus a fifteen hundred pound bonus.

But Roland couldn't say this himself, he could only wait for her to say it.

If you say it yourself, you are asking for credit.

Sif said it, and everyone was happy.

Sif's attitude is that of the Queen, and this is the attitude Roland is waiting for.

It is certainly not easy to help the Queen regain power. In the process, he will gain a lot of power. How to live in harmony with Sylph is not easy.

His choice was not to serve the Queen directly, but to help as Count Sif's friend and guest.

This can reduce suspicion, but it cannot cure the root cause.

If the Queen always has a grudge in her heart, she might end up with a glass of poisoned wine when she succeeds.

He is not afraid of enduring hardships with the Queen, but he is afraid that he will not be able to enjoy happiness together.

Now it seems that he was worrying too much.

Sylph may not be as innocent as Sif, but there is no sign of being corrupted by power.

As for whether she will deteriorate in the future, let Roland worry about it in the future.

You can't have both and not take any risks.

As long as you know how to control the situation, succeed in time and retire, and rely on your support, you can at least become a count. If Her Majesty the Queen is more generous, it is not impossible for a Marquis or even a Duke.

Reborn in another world, he turned out to be a happy count who rides horses and hunts every day, drunk and dreaming?

This ending is good, at least ninety points.

Roland took the initiative to raise his glass and responded to Sif.

"Count Sif, since we are friends, let's not say those pretentious words. May our friendship last forever, cheers!"

He always uses friendship as the keynote for both parties to get along, and also reminds Sif not to forget her original intention.

However, Sif did not respond.

The slender fingers squeezed the wine glass tightly, and the grip turned slightly white.

"Since we are friends, we are not allowed to call you Count Sif in the future."

"What about Miss Sif?" Roland didn't panic, but walked down the slope.

"Sif!"

Sif gave a firm answer and raised her glass in response.

Since they are friends, they should be equal and there should be no distinction between superior and inferior, right?
  This was what Roland was waiting for.

"Sif, cheers!"

While toasting, Roland saw Lisa accompanying him across the dining table from the corner of his eye.

He had never seen Lisa so restrained, and even the hand that forked the steak was trembling slightly.

He reminded Lisa to raise her glass with his eyes, and she followed him in confusion.

The simple and harmonious dinner ended quickly.

Champagne is not intoxicating, but people are intoxicated by champagne.

When Sif returned to the bedroom, the whole world was spinning, and she was the only one who remained motionless. She threw her somewhat heavy body into the bed with a smile, and began to dream.

Roland declined Sif's offer to stay and took Lisa home.

It can be seen that Lisa is very reserved here, so go home.

Even if it is small and shabby, the feeling of home is different after all.

Roland and Lisa walked side by side on the banks of the Thames River. The autumn wind at night was a bit cold. Lisa wrapped her collar tightly and walked silently.

"Sister, are you worried?"

"without"

After pausing for a second, Lisa smiled to herself. She couldn't hide her thoughts at all. Since Roland could see it, there was no need to hide it.

She sighed softly: "It's nothing. It's just that after staying at Miss Xif's house for one night, I felt the gap between people even more."

That's it?

Roland was about to use a joke to take away the topic when he suddenly remembered that this was Lisa's first time spending the night at a high-ranking noble's house.

Sif was born into the royal family, and her living conditions were much better than those of ordinary earls.

If he were not a time traveler, he would probably be shocked by the luxurious life of the Sif family.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said softly: "Sister, one day you will live the same life, I said so."

"I do not want."

Lisa shook her head and murmured softly: "I know you are in a whirlpool and cannot retreat, and I will not hold you back. But I just hope you are safe."

"it is good!"

Thousands of words, only one word left in the end.

There is no need to say anything between relatives.

Lisa opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment before speaking out.

"Miss Sif's maid put three layers of velvet quilts on the bed where I sleep. It's so comfortable to sleep on."

"That's good. This means people respect you." Roland responded casually.

Lisa smiled and shook her head, and said leisurely: "The next day when the maid was cleaning the bed, she found a pea under the quilt. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she apologized to me repeatedly."

"I didn't understand why she apologized at the time. Who could feel the peas through three layers of quilts? Later I found out that even if there were a few more layers of velvet quilts, Miss Sif would probably be hit by the peas."

"We are different."

(End of this chapter)