in the name of the queen.

Destroy, world!

Sophia's fingertips slid across the letter, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

If anger could kill, Sif would be dead.

If Sif was here right now, she would...
She will definitely sit quietly.

Because she can't beat Sif now.

That stunning sword cut off the road to becoming a god, which could have reached the end, but even if it did, it would have been no match for the three deserters.

She once stood on the top of the clouds and mountains, and it was not difficult for her to return to the top and become the number one person under God.

The real difficulty lies in how to defeat the three traitors who have been in the divine realm for five epochs and whose strength is no longer what it used to be.

She has two choices.

It would be best if she could find a truly invincible path. No matter how arrogant the three traitors are, she can kill them all with one sword.

The second option is to fight alongside Roland and the others, and defeat them by taking advantage of numbers and home field.

Sophia's proud character made her choose the former without hesitation, but she would not rule out the possibility of the latter.

Thinking of the three traitors, Sophia felt even more murderous.

Compared to them, Sif, who is just a little sharp-tongued, is as cute as a girl next door.

Pretty, but noisy.

Out of sight, out of mind. Sophia put the endless letters into an envelope and threw them into the bookcase.

Walking out of the study, she took a stroll in the back garden with a gloomy face.

Looking at the plum blossoms and ice flowers in front of her, she fell into deep thought.

“Am I really old?”

His eyes fell on the frozen sea. He watched the great white bear struggling to move its body in a life-and-death battle with the little seal that had popped out. His sharp eyes softened a little.

Just as she was thinking about her life, the azure light approached quietly.

Sophia frowned slightly, grabbed the azure light in her hand, and pressed it hard.

She slowly stood up, her long hair that had turned from blue back to black fluttering in the wind.

She is certainly not old, she just has existed for a long time.

If we start from the era when the last consciousness was preserved, how much younger could Sif be?

She is from the Second Age, Sif and Roland are from the Third Age, they are all old.

If we go by the age of freshmen, they are only in their twenties, which is very young compared to the long lifespan of high-level transcendents.

Since she was not an old woman, Sif's vicious attacks were naturally ineffective.

Sophia let go of her hand, a smile forming on her lips.

However, her smile only lasted half a second before disappearing.

Her jade-white hand was holding the azure ice spirit.

To be precise, it was the former azure ice spirit, now the ice spirit fragments.

The azure ice spirit was born from extreme cold and is good at using various ice skills. It does not have a life form in the traditional sense, but it has its own consciousness.

It is Sophia's loyal servant.

However, Sophia was so angry that she reached out and grabbed the blue ice spirit that was approaching her and wanted to care about her, and accidentally crushed it.

The azure ice spirit has no concept of life and can be resurrected at any time as long as Sophia injects ice energy into it.

This is not a difficult task for the Queen of Winter, but Sophia can't do it now.

She gave up everything related to winter and could no longer mobilize ice energy.

The azure ice spirit cannot be resurrected.

This sudden change made Sophia fall silent.

She certainly wouldn't be so hypocritical as to cry and make a fuss while holding the fragments of the Azure Ice Spirit. She even envied herself for being able to cry, laugh and make a fuss.

Unfortunately, those are memories from five eras ago.

At that time, she was as strange as a different person.

Sophia stared at the ice spirit fragments in silence for a long time, then scattered the fragments into the frozen sea.

The broken ice crystals are particularly dazzling in the sun, sparkling with beautiful and dazzling colors, with a breathtaking beauty.

The azure ice spirit once followed the greatest Winter Queen, and on this charming afternoon it transformed into colorful stream of light and returned to nature.

It can be considered a beginning and an end.

At the moment the azure ice spirit shattered, the haze that had been accumulating in her heart for a long time disappeared along with the colorful light.

It turned out that the sword did not cut cleanly.

There is still too much icy energy in her body, tempting her in various ways to return to the "right path" of shaping the goddess of winter.

"Is this the right path?"

The corners of Sophia's lips showed ninety-nine points of disdain and one point of relief. She reached back and grabbed the Azure Fury, which was only left with the hilt.

She now has two choices.

Crushing the hilt.

Or reshape the complete Azure Fury and give it to Angelina without any reluctance.

She chose the latter without hesitation.

She had promised Angelina and she didn't want to break her promise.

More importantly, she decided to cut off the past and say goodbye to everything about winter.

In the past, she was like a painting covered with azure watercolors, beautiful and magnificent, but there was no place to start painting and no space for new things to be painted.

How can we embrace the new life without completely cutting off from the past?

Sophia's eyes sparkled with a strange look.

There is no color, but there is light.

She was not sure about the way forward, but she vaguely touched the unknown world.

She tapped her toes and a piece of rock flew out.

With a leap, his slender body stood on the rocks in an absolutely standard posture and flew towards the Winter Palace fifteen kilometers away.

Below the sanctuary, humans cannot fly solely on their own power.

But one major characteristic that distinguishes humans from animals is that we are good at using tools.

Sophia only needs a piece of rock and a cloak to fly over a distance of more than ten kilometers.

Not only her, but all the ten top five warriors selected in the Battle of Baishan can do it.

These ten people stand at the pinnacle of human power on land.

She is in the clouds.

She was only giving up most of her power temporarily, but if her life was really in danger, she wouldn't mind temporarily regaining some of her power.

Of course, she would never do this unless she had no other choice.

She didn't want to go back.

Sophia arrived in the Winter Palace Square in a graceful manner.

Sakhalin, who was directing the restoration of the fountain in the square, was startled. When he saw that it was the queen, he quickly regained his composure and came up to meet her.

In his mind, Sophia is the synonym of invincibility.

After that stunning sword strike, this view became a permanent fixture in people's minds.

Sophia glanced at the fountain being repaired, and said calmly without asking any more questions:

"Send someone to inform Roland that we cannot make any concessions on matters of principle. If our former ally wants to become our enemy, please give him a respectful burial."

"I'm going to be away for a while, so please pay attention to what's going on in the country."

When Sakhalin heard Sophia say she was leaving, his voice trembled, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself twice.

Can the whereabouts of the Queen also be inquired?

Before the Battle of White Mountain, Sophia had already been inactive and often left Fort St. Rurik, sometimes for a year or two.

Some people once wondered what the point of Sophia doing this was.

However, the sword that cut off Bai Shan made everyone shut up.

When Sakhalin was about to apologize for his slip of the tongue, Sophia's cold voice slowly floated over.

"No need to do that. I'm just going out for a walk and will be back soon. While I'm away, Roland will take charge of all matters, big or small, and you and Angelina will assist."

When Sakhalin looked up, Sophia's figure had disappeared in the distance.

Sakhalin breathed a sigh of relief, then narrowed his eyes, somewhat puzzled.

Her Majesty the Queen did leave at a fast pace, but it seemed that she was not much faster than him.

She is already a super powerful person of the fourth rank and is not far from the holy realm. Why is the speed increased so little?

After a moment of confusion, Sakhalin finally slapped himself in the face.

Sakhalin, Sakhalin, Her Majesty the Queen is walking a little slower to take care of the weak like you. If Her Majesty's movement speed exceeds the speed of sound, what else can he hear?
Her Majesty is not walking slowly, it is her silent tenderness.

Your Majesty is so gentle, why did he meet a blind man like Ivan IV.

Sakhalin was indignant, but although he didn't dare to speak, he still felt sorry for Sophia.

Francis City.

The hotels arranged for diplomats from various countries are located in several adjacent blocks. This distance makes it convenient for diplomats from various countries to visit each other and do business, while also allowing them to maintain a certain distance and avoid fighting.

On the terrace of the Tulip Hotel, Roland was shaking the glass in his hand, tasting the Royal Selection Milan champagne that Lisa brought from Talia.

It turns out that the Milan champagne in this world has no negative effects and is even a kind of lucky buff, but it doesn't hurt to open it.

Lisa squinted her eyes and sat opposite Roland with a smile.

The chair under her butt still had a trace of body temperature.

It's not hers, she just arrived.

After the Battle of White Mountain, she successfully broke through and was promoted to the fifth-level extraordinary profession [Scorching Flame]. At the same time, she also mastered the fifth-level fire magic Meteor Shower and became a great magician.

She is extremely sensitive to temperature and can easily analyze the identity of the previous guest from the residual temperature of the chair.

The warm breeze from the forest, the breath of elves.

It was Sif for sure.

In this city, Sif, Lisa and Alina somehow reached a tacit understanding.

Except for attending public occasions such as banquets and meetings, they will not appear at the same time.

At first, it was Lisa and Sif who passed by each other and came to Roland one after another.

Then, it was Alina who invited Roland to watch the stars together.

Once, twice, three times, they appeared one after another.

The perceptive girls can sense each other's presence.

They suddenly realized that Sif/Liza/Alina thought it was best not to meet now. In this case, they should respect each other and maintain this tacit understanding.

Afterwards, the thoughtful Lisa discovered that it was a misunderstanding, but she couldn't solve it.

Some things are better left unsaid, because if they are spoken out, everyone will be embarrassed.

They are also carefully looking for a way of getting along with each other that is acceptable to each other.

Drinking, getting drunk and sleeping together may be a man’s dream, but the dream has been shattered, leaving only a sea of ​​flowers without a single flower.

In short, Lisa would never ask who came just now. She came to share Roland's joy, not to cause trouble for Roland.

"Wait, the wine temperature is low."

Lisa casually reached out and held Roland's wine glass, accurately transmitting the temperature.

Looking at her smiling face, Roland's lips curled up beautifully.

"Four years," he said softly.

"What four years?" Lisa was stunned.

Four years was an unfamiliar number to her, as she and Roland had known each other for much longer than that.

four years ago.
She suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, because four years ago was the day when Roland met Sif.

She could accept that Sif held a more important position in Roland's heart. Who didn't like beautiful elves?
But she still hoped that Roland would not be so open in front of her.

Just as she lowered her head slightly, Roland smiled and said, "How much do you think this hotel is worth?"

"Eleven thousand pounds." Although she felt a little stuffy in her chest, Lisa would never blame Roland for her negative emotions. She forced a polite smile and answered softly.

"It can buy a hundred 117 Belfa Streets."

Roland said softly: "But in my heart, that is our home, and its value is infinite."

Lisa raised her head suddenly and looked at Roland.

His eyes were exceptionally clear, and they drifted leisurely in the direction of the imperial capital.

It was obvious that he really missed that house.

That was the detached house he bought with the prize money from the essay contest, and it was also the home that Lisa took good care of.

However, as the furniture sent by Sif was moved in, Lisa always had the illusion that the room was too crowded.

Later she finally realized that it was not an illusion.

Lisa felt a little disappointed, but soon felt relieved.

At least during the period between the death of Roland's parents and the fate that bound him and Sif, Roland belonged to her alone.

Neither Sif nor Alina had ever had this kind of complete exclusivity.

It’s a pity that she and Roland were both ignorant at that time and missed the most wonderful reunion.

This is probably life.

Beauty and regret are sometimes dance partners.

Lisa was no longer melancholy, but raised her glass and smiled at Roland, "Although I can't think of a reason, let's drink anyway."

Of course Roland would not refuse.

The wine glasses clinked lightly and he drank it all in one gulp.

The beauty of the world is always like wine in a glass, seemingly plenty, but gone in one sip.

There were footsteps, someone was coming.

"Your Excellency, an urgent letter."

With the voice of the diplomatic counselor, the time for opening champagne was over.

Roland opened the door and took the express letter from the counselor. When he turned around, Lisa had disappeared, leaving only the aroma of wine and a unique perfume.

Public is public, private is private.

She now represents the Kingdom of Talia, and Roland represents the Vladimir Empire.

They could meet privately, but she would avoid him when Roland was at work.

Roland opened the envelope, read the contents of the urgent letter, took out a lighter, burned the letter into ashes, and then cleaned up the ashes.

There was no expression on his face.

The content of this urgent letter did not exceed his expectations. The only surprise was that Sophia had no intention of attending the meeting at all.

I had thought she would come to support him, with her big thick legs to hug.

Roland shrugged and didn't take it too seriously.

He is not so useless that his leader has to take care of everything for him.

Since you have accepted a palace from someone else, you have to do your best in this job.

Now that Sophia's attitude is clear, this job will be easy.

The Wendish Empire must be restored, and the former royal territories directly under its jurisdiction must be returned.

Of course, if the Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol give face, it is not impossible to let them eat some meat.

After all, everyone has contributed, it can't be in vain.

If the defeated country does not pay the price, then won’t the victorious country become a clown?

Roland didn't think the negotiation was too difficult.

As long as the Vladimir Empire, the Golden Kite Republic, the Sussex Empire and the Talia Kingdom exert pressure together, would Pruden and Tyrol dare to fight on two fronts and declare war on the whole world?

The negotiations in recent days have also confirmed this.

Although the Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol were firm in their attitudes, they did not act aggressively, but instead conducted the negotiations in full compliance with diplomatic etiquette.

They also never resorted to threats, but simply repeatedly stressed how much they had lost in the annexation of the Wendish Empire and in the subsequent war with the Free Alliance.

“We demand reasonable compensation!”

This is the phrase they say most often.

Their demands are reasonable, except that they ask for a little too much territory.

It was not the royal family of the Wende Empire that they were arguing with. They were lucky enough to have their direct jurisdiction taken back, so they dared not bargain.

The biggest obstacle was Christine.

Miss Saint insisted that the holy city of Bohinja and the surrounding Silesia region become a permanent neutral zone, directly governed by the Court of Light and not belonging to any country.

Her reason was simple: this would help prevent the Court of Light from getting involved in secular wars.

This is a valid reason, and she does have the strength to claim it.

If she moved to another place, no country would object. Unfortunately, Bosnia is not only a holy city, but also the region with the richest coal, iron and non-ferrous metal resources in the entire Rodinia.

Not only that, three provinces including Silesia are also high-quality industrial areas with developed textile industries.

The Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol went to war just for this land.

Faced with Christine's insistence, they had to change their strategy and proposed to use a larger territory plus a huge amount of economic compensation to help the Court of Light build a new holy city.

As long as they left, they were willing to compensate Christine with five provinces, which had larger territories, more people, more fertile land, and were closer to the holy spring.

It was a good deal, but Christine turned it down.

Not only did she refuse, but she was also very tough and was unwilling to give any explanation.

Even Roland thought she was a little aggressive.

But she was an ally after all, and Roland could not object directly, so he had to invite her to a private chat.

Shortly after the diplomatic counselor left, the sky brightened and a milky white holy light descended on the terrace.

It is no wonder that this gorgeous appearance must be from the former Holy Lady of Light, now the Pope of Light.

The light became brighter and brighter, even a little dazzling.

Roland tilted his head slightly, waiting for Christine to make her grand entrance before turning back.

"Welcome to your Majesty the Light."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Christine."

The Pope of Light's fair face exudes a holy light, and the faint stigmata add a bit of sharpness to this holiness.

Although the tone is a bit cold, the content is very warm.

"Christine, you look much stronger now." Roland asked tentatively.

"I can listen to the voice of the Lord of Light and be blessed by God every day, so it makes sense for me to become stronger." Christine's hard face softened a little.

"Then I'm no match for you now." Roland shrugged.

"Christine will never attack Roland, ever." Christine said softly, with a firmness in her tone that could not be changed even if the earth and mountains collapsed.

Roland was of course willing to believe it, but he felt that the topic was a bit heavy and not like a casual chat among friends.

He even wanted to ask, what if the oracle meant to kill Roland?

But he won't ask.

If you value human nature, don't test it.

What’s more, the light of Christine’s humanity is fading, and the chilling aura around her is gradually gathering.

"Roland will never do anything to Christine, ever."

After saying this, Roland took the opportunity to push the issue further, "I also have to state that my lover is also a part of me."

Christine didn't respond.

Just when Roland thought she would not answer, she said softly, "Unless they are enemies of the goddess, the promise will work for them as well."

"You are my only friend, this is a special case. By the way, Sophia is not your wife, right?"

Christine's face showed a long-lost liveliness, and Roland almost thought she was still the naive and stubborn saint.

He quickly shook his head.

"I cherish life more than you can imagine."

The corners of Christine's lips showed an almost indistinguishable smile.

"Bohinja is not my holy city. It is the goddess's bedroom before she goes to the divine realm. If I give the holy city to the enemy as a trophy, how can I face the goddess and hundreds of millions of devout believers?"

"Roland, can you help me this time?"

There was a hint of pleading in her eyes.

Roland understood that this was Christine's bottom line.

He patted his chest hard and said loudly: "Your Majesty, don't worry. The Knight of Light Roland is willing to follow the guidance of light and fight to defend light."

Looking at his determined gaze, Christine's heart trembled slightly.

The title of His Majesty the Light means that official business is handled impartially.

She had gained everything, yet she seemed to have lost everything.

The fingertips were raised, then slowly dropped, and Christine stood up.

"Knight of Light, the goddess will remember your efforts."

The milky white light faded away, and the seat was empty, with only the remaining warmth. (End of this chapter)