in the name of the queen

Chapter 41 What is double standard?

After all, the champagne was not opened.

Lisa believes that life should always have a sense of ritual, and she insists on opening champagne in her new home.

"Such a good champagne, wouldn't it be a waste if I drank it in this dark and small restaurant?"

Roland couldn't refute Lisa's reasons.

Despite the high-sounding reasons, she actually has selfish motives.

She wants to invite her former "good sisters" to taste champagne together.

Of course she knew that their plastic sisterhood was long gone.

She even listened to their behind-the-scenes comments on more than one occasion.

Say anything.

Some of the words were particularly unpleasant. Some said she was Roland's lover, while others were certain that Roland would abandon her sooner or later.

Although the previous sentence was unpleasant, she would not be angry because they were innocent after all.

The last sentence cannot be tolerated and must be fought back hard.

The more others wish her a bad life, the more she wants to live a glamorous life.

Not only does she have to live in a new house, but she also becomes a transcendent person that they must look up to.

She had even thought of a way to accidentally expose her extraordinary abilities.

Her special ability is [Fire Control], which is perfect for accidental exposure.

It’s not that Lisa is a bad person, it’s just that the sisters acted first.

People may not necessarily be jealous of Her Majesty the Queen's comfortable life living in a distant palace, but they will definitely be excited because of her "good sisters" flying to high branches.

After confirming that Lisa was fine, Roland hurried out.

Today is submission day, so I have to start early.

He knew Lisa Jian's little thoughts very well, but he would not stop her.

The girl was vindictive, and he got involved in it.

There is no right or wrong in this kind of thing, and there is no need to go online.

As soon as the celebratory champagne is opened, it is also a farewell to the past.

There is a friendship that is always honest, and there is a sisterhood that has gone bad.

Just as he was about to go find Sif, the carriage had already arrived. Sif lifted the curtain, and he jumped on the carriage and sat down opposite.

Sitting in the carriage, Roland looked at Sif in surprise. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that she was different from yesterday.

"Is there something wrong with my face?"

"Yes, and it's huge. Your beauty is so beautiful that I have no words to describe it."

Sif seemed to be in a good mood today, and Roland was in a good mood too, and he was much more unrestrained when joking.

"You are discerning." Sif pursed her lips slightly, a smile rippling in her dimples.

Although she was indeed the most beautiful girl in the world certified by the magic mirror, Sif suddenly realized that admitting it directly was a bit immodest and quickly changed the subject.

"You seem to be in a good mood. What's the happy news?"

Sif asked with a smile.

Only in front of Roland could she shed all her burdens and enjoy a relaxing moment.

There was no teacher to teach her what to do.

No one is watching what she says or does.

No one is looking at her power cake to take a serious bite.

Well, okay, Roland was also staring at the power cake, but in Roland's eyes he was staring at the power in the hands of Her Majesty the Queen, and it had nothing to do with her.

This must be pure friendship.

It feels so good.

For Roland, she is not the queen who has not yet ascended the throne, nor is she a close associate of the queen, nor is she a nobleman with a distinguished family background.

She was Sif and only Sif.

It was so freeing to not have to maintain boring etiquette in front of Roland.

"Do you remember Lisa?"

Roland asked casually.

Sif was stunned for a moment and asked hesitantly: "Is that the girl you live with? Are you happy because of her?" Although Lisa had nothing to do with her, she felt a little irritated inexplicably and her tone became a little more serious. a bit.

"Roland, you are only eighteen years old this year, and your career is still on the rise. As long as you can assist Her Majesty the Queen well, your future is limitless."

After a pause, she said resolutely: "When we achieve our goal, you will at least be granted the title of hereditary earl. By then, it will not be too late to consider marriage issues carefully."

"I have no intention of interfering in your private life. I am simply reminding you as a friend that with your future, you can marry a real noble girl."

"If it's a physiological need, it's actually very satisfying. I can help you buy some good-looking maids. Just tell me what type you like. Don't be embarrassed."

Roland: "."

Even though Sif was stacking her armor like crazy, it was obvious that she was a little impatient.

He could understand Sif's mood.

The past few days have been filled with one minor annoyance after another.

Roland has proven that his strategy is as good as Walder's and his adaptability is superior.

He has considerable united front value.

In the small exile team, Queen Sylph plays the role of team leader and beautiful vase, while Roland plays the role of chief think tank.

Sif is the liaison and the incarnation of the Queen, and is responsible for the team's combat power together with the mysterious Knight of the White Rose.

Under the premise that Walder is old and must stay in the imperial capital, Roland seems to be the backbone of this team.

Of course, Sif doesn't want the core of the team to be brain-damaged due to love.

Roland accepted her opinion.

etc.
  What nonsense is this guy talking about? He just mentioned Tilisa's name, why did he end up here?
  He looked at Sif seriously and said in the most serious tone:
  "Sif, I'm only going to say this once. Lisa and I are not related by blood. Our parents have passed away. We have lived together these years and are closer than biological siblings."

"I'm happy because she became a transcendent just yesterday."

"Sif, I know the priorities and will not be distracted. Please trust me."

Roland's serious statement made Sif a little embarrassed.

She murmured in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you and her parents both suffered accidents. I also lost my parents. I understand you very much."

Seeing Sif explaining in a low voice, Roland was speechless.

Good guy, can you find resonance with this kind of thing?
  Seeing Sif's panicked eyes, Roland's tone became a little gentler.

"Sif, we are friends, there is no need to say sorry. We have common interests, and we should have mutual trust that transcends interests."

Roland's relief made Sif feel much better.

After learning that Lisa's special ability was [Fire Control], her lips were filled with the joy of a good harvest.

"Great, elemental control is the extraordinary ability closest to magic. Miss Lisa's frontal combat ability is limitless."

"No, I will not allow her to go to the battlefield, never!"

Roland, who had always been easy-going, suddenly became extremely stubborn.

"Miss Sif, if we are still unable to form a strong combat force under the banner of the Queen, it is because of a problem with our thinking, not because we lack a chef who can play with fire."

"I don't want her to get close to the battlefield. It's not dangerous at all."

Thinking of his unlucky father who was integrated with the earth but was theoretically "missing", Roland's tone was somewhat angry.

He does not allow his loved ones around him to be harmed, not even hidden dangers.

Roland's attitude was almost rude, not at all like the submissiveness of common people in front of nobles.

But Sif was not angry, and even envied Lisa who was protected by Roland.

She bit her lip lightly and asked softly: "What about me? Are you willing to see me go to the battlefield?"

"You are proficient in imperial swordsmanship, and your combat effectiveness is vital to His Majesty and the team."

Roland said calmly: "If necessary, you must take action."

Sif's rosy cheeks lost all color in an instant.

Protect and care for Lisa. When it comes to her, it will be your turn.

This double standard is too naked, aren’t you even willing to pretend?
  In his eyes, a so-called friend is not as good as a feather compared to a sister who is closer than a blood relative.

So disappointing, Roland!
  Sif clenched her fists and tried to adjust her breathing to prevent herself from losing her composure.

Just as she was managing deep expressions, Roland's voice gradually softened.

"When it comes time for you to take action, the enemy will definitely pass over my body. At that time, I will not be able to protect you. You can only pray to the gods for protection."

Sif's clenched fists gradually loosened, and her cheeks were dyed like late autumn maple leaves by the rising sun.

(End of this chapter)