My queen is rebelling!

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In a dark basement, dim yellow lights flickered erratically, as if they could be swallowed by the darkness at any moment.

Melantha was dressed in tight black clothes, her figure graceful, radiating an icy chill.

Black Tomb's style is like this, they like to choose basements, abandoned buildings, slums, or something as their base of operations.

Melantha has gotten used to it over the years, and she doesn't have such high demands for material conditions.

As a cold and stern assassin queen, this has become commonplace for her.

In front of Melantha was a piece of white jade, exuding a trace of magic, and it looked quite valuable.

Her right hand tightly gripped a sharp carving knife, the blade flashing coldly in the light.

Melantha's eyes were focused, muttering something, looking like she was complaining about someone.

However, the movements of her hands were incredibly gentle. As the carving knife moved, white jade fragments fell one after another, and the outline of a figure gradually appeared.

Soon, a miniature version of Coen vividly appeared in her hand.

Melantha admired it with satisfaction for a while, then pulled out the dagger from her waist and slashed the statue in half, scaring Coen, who was hiding in the shadows, into a shudder.

Immediately afterward, a cold light flashed, and the dagger drew silver arcs in the air, like dense lightning intertwining. With each flash of cold light, countless tiny fragments burst from the statue, scattering with a "swishing" sound.

As Melantha danced, the statue became smaller and smaller until it turned into powder, permeating the dim light.

Coen swallowed lightly, looking at the small piles of powder not far away. Clearly, Melantha had done similar things more than once.

I really didn't expect this little girl to have yandere attributes!

It seems that I have to train her well in the future.

Coen coughed lightly and stepped out of the shadow plane.

A chill suddenly erupted from Melantha's body. After seeing who it was, her face instantly turned from cloudy to clear. Then, realizing something, she quickly put away the dagger and gently waved her hand, inconspicuously collecting the piles of jade powder.

Coen pretended not to see Melantha's little movements and asked softly:

"Didn't I tell you to move to Rose Lane? The conditions here are too harsh."

Melantha felt a warmth in her heart. Coen's caring words dispelled most of the resentment she had felt in the past few days. She asked:

"When did you arrive?

Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Coen replied:

"I just arrived. What are you doing?"

Melantha secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Nothing, just preparing to do some handicrafts."

As she spoke, she naturally took Coen's arm.

Coen turned Melantha to face him, stared into her eyes, and said softly:

"I haven't come to see you for so long, are you angry with me?"

Melantha bit her lip, looked away, and replied in a low voice:

"A little, I'm afraid that once you have a queen, you'll abandon me."

Coen pinched Melantha's cheek and said:

"I've really been busy these past few days.

Do you know Duke Roland of the Western Region Empire?

He has been trying to intercede for the Silverfrost Duchy and the Holy Oak Duchy, who betrayed our Effaine. I've been so busy with him these past few days, and I finally reached an agreement with him.

I only sent him away this afternoon, so I rushed to see you tonight."

Melantha looked back at Coen and asked:

"What about the others?"

Coen pretended to be stupid:

"What?"

Melantha snorted coldly:

Coen's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his head. Mavis, carrying a lunch box, stared with wide eyes, blankly looking at Coen and Melantha.

Melantha suddenly realized something was wrong, her eyes instantly cleared, and she also turned her head to look at her sister.

Mavis's face was full of disbelief and shock, staring blankly at the scene in front of her that had caused her a huge impact, her mind was in chaos, and her mind was blank.

Coen chuckled:

"Mavis, why are you here? I was just about to go to you to discuss things…"

Before he could finish speaking, Coen looked at Melantha, who had suddenly become proactive, with an incredulous expression.

Coen was secretly horrified and quickly reached out to push Melantha away, but she held his hands and intertwined their fingers.

Melantha leaned down, her eyes flashing with a strange light:

"I don't want to have any regrets.

Don't mind her, let her watch if she wants to!

I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of as a grown man?"

Coen expressed his shock and turned to look at Mavis with a helpless look.

Mavis stomped her foot fiercely and disappeared from the spot.

Finally, after the long performance ended, Melantha lay on Coen's chest, comfortably drawing circles.

Coen was Buddhist for a while and asked:

"Hasn't your sister left yet? I thought she had already returned to the 'Lost Land'."

After Mavis helped Coen control the army of Saxon, the Third Prince of Ceylon Kingdom, Coen didn't let her take action again.

Mavis is currently lurking in the Chaotic Demon Continent and cannot show her face publicly.

After the war, Coen hadn't seen her for a long time and thought she had already left, but he didn't expect her to still be in Florence.

Melantha patted her face, regained her senses slightly, and said:

"I told her to go back, but she won't, she must be trying to keep an eye on me, lest someone get their hands on me."

Coen's expression was slightly embarrassed. It seemed that Mavis had underestimated her sister's determination.

Melantha was still eaten and wiped clean by him.

He said in a low voice:

"Do you want to see your sister and apologize?"

Melantha raised her eyebrows slightly and said:

"What do I need to see her for? I'm sleeping with my own man, I didn't do anything wrong."

Suddenly, a trace of suspicion appeared on Melantha's face, and she stared into Coen's eyes and said:

"I said, you wouldn't be thinking of taking both sisters, afraid that my sister would be jealous, right?"

Coen's head immediately shook like a rattle drum, and he said:

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, how could you think of me like that?

I only have a simple appreciation and superior-subordinate relationship with your sister."

Melantha snorted softly:

"I don't believe you don't have any thoughts about my sister?

My sister's aloof and inviolable elegant artist temperament is the most likely to arouse a man's desire to conquer.

Hey, if you have any ideas, I can help you.

I'll secretly tell you, my sister is really good at dancing, imagine the scene of her dancing naked for you on the bed."

Coen slightly flashed such a picture in his mind of Melantha's words, and then he straightened shamelessly. Before he could say anything, he heard Melantha's sneer:

"Sure enough, filthy man, you really have ideas about my sister."

Melantha grasped Coen, looking unkind.

Coen's expression was awkward, and he said:

"Hey, you're setting me up, you know?

Why did you bring up your sister for no reason?"

Melantha sighed softly and said:

"Anyway, you have so many women, it doesn't matter if you have one more sister.

You sleep with her too, so she won't be embarrassed to scold me."

Coen expressed his… um, such a sister is really good, please give me a dozen more!

He patted Melantha's jade buttocks and said in a low voice:

"Aren't you afraid of your sister?"

Melantha snorted softly:

"I'm afraid my sister will be sad. Besides, I can also clearly see that she has a little bit of feeling for you!"

Coen scratched his head and didn't want to continue this topic.

He looked at the time, it was getting late, and he estimated that the queen's reception banquet was about to end at this time.

He patted Melantha and said:

"By the way, I came to tell you something serious today. I want you to go to the Southern Border in a few days."

Melantha raised her head and asked:

"Southern Border?

What are you going there for? Are you going to the Southern Border?"

Coen briefly told Melantha his plan.

Melantha pouted slightly and said:

"Is that Red Dragon Duchess also your woman?"

Coen pinched Melantha's cheek and said:

"Don't be jealous, this is serious business, it concerns the success or failure of my future attack on the Ceylon Kingdom, understand?"

Melantha bit Coen and replied in a muffled voice:

"Okay, but you have to come see me more often."

"Of course!"

…

Leaving Melantha's residence, sure enough, a cold figure was waiting for him not far away.

Coen's mind was still filled with Melantha's bewitching words just now. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly suppressed his fluctuating emotions and walked towards Mavis.

Under the moonlight, Mavis was like the Moon Goddess, revealing elegance and nobility in her gestures.

Melantha was right, this kind of Mavis is indeed the most likely to arouse a man's desire to conquer and destroy.

Mavis turned her head, stared at Coen for a long time, and lightly opened her red lips:

"Is my sister delicious?"

What tiger wolf words are these?

Coen's expression stiffened, then he met Mavis's gaze and said in a deep voice:

"This will happen sooner or later. Melantha is my woman, and I will be responsible for her."

Mavis sneered:

"Is the responsibility you speak of doing that kind of thing in front of her sister?"

Coen thought, was that intentional on my part? Who knew you would break in.

He didn't know how to answer, so he responded with silence.

Mavis clenched her jade hands tightly, looking at this man who had a great entanglement with her, her heart was tumbling with complex emotions. She suddenly fell into confusion and didn't know how to treat him anymore.

On the one hand, she had already signed a soul contract with him and was already the most important person in her life besides Melantha and Belmodi.

On the other hand, he had that kind of relationship with her sister.

Mavis admitted that she had a vague affection for Coen. When she and Coen were in the Ceylon Kingdom trying to obtain the Marshal's Sword and pretending to be his wife, it was one of the few good memories in her life.

Mavis sometimes couldn't help but think that it would be nice to have such an excellent and outstanding man to rely on.

But all of this disappeared after her sister fell in love with him first.

Especially after witnessing what happened between the two of them today, this feeling must be buried even deeper in my heart.

Mephis took a deep breath, her eyes becoming much clearer, and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, you are right. I shouldn't disturb your private affairs. I hope you treat Melantha well in the future.

I won't say goodbye to her myself. Please say it for me."

A strange feeling arose in Cohen's heart, and he blurted out:

"Are you leaving?"

Mephis's expression was calm:

"I should have left long ago. I'm going back to the Chaotic Demon Continent. Let me know if anything happens."

After speaking, Mephis turned and disappeared into the night.

Watching Mephis leave resolutely, Cohen suddenly felt empty in his heart. He shook his head slightly and sighed secretly, the personalities of these two sisters are truly two extremes.

One is carefree and dares to say anything, dares to do anything.

The other, however, says nothing and buries everything in her heart.

Just let Mephis be alone for a while. After finishing things here, I'll go and coax her properly.

Such a good girl, if she really has feelings for me, I can't let her slip away secretly.

With a plan in mind, Cohen also felt much more relaxed.

Contacting Herman, the timing was just right, the banquet was about to end.

Cohen took out the "Book of Time and Space" and couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion. He really didn't expect that a dignified semi-divine artifact would become his best tool for cheating… for managing his time.

He leisurely opened the "Book of Time and Space", found the page imprinted with the palace bedroom, and with a flash of silver light, disappeared from the spot.

…

In the state banquet hall, the governors of each province sat around one table, the cabinet ministers sat around another, and the three grand dukes sat with Prince Haug and Marshal Arnold.

At the main table, Yadell was seated next to the new Red Dragon Duchess, Asna Iliad, His Majesty the King's assistant, Nephthys, and the socialite ladies of the Florentine upper class.

These ladies and young ladies, born in the capital and radiantly beautiful, would undoubtedly be dazzling stars in any banquet, but here, in front of the peerless Queen, they all paled in comparison.

Even Asna and Nephthys couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Yadell was clearly the core of the entire banquet.

Governors and ministers would come to toast Yadell from time to time, but most people, after seeing the unopened drinks on the table, wisely changed to non-alcoholic grape juice.

A few who were oblivious, holding wine glasses, were stopped by Prime Minister Angus's stern gaze before they even approached.

Angus now wholeheartedly hoped that Yadell would quickly give birth to a little prince for Cohen. Even though transcendents are immune to most of the effects of alcohol on the body.

Angus didn't want any factor to endanger the health of Effien's future heir.

As the banquet neared its end, suddenly, a small-scale exclamation came from outside the door, followed by greetings and salutations one after another.

Yadell turned her gaze, and Cohen slowly stepped into the banquet hall, giving Yadell a gentle smile.

Then, he began to greet the governors of each province and several grand dukes.

With the arrival of His Majesty the King, the somewhat subdued atmosphere of the banquet suddenly became lively again.

Her Majesty the Queen is a lady and shouldn't drink alcohol, but His Majesty the King shouldn't have this restriction.

Some governors from remote provinces were even seeing Cohen for the first time, and their hearts were inevitably excited.

The epic heroic deeds of His Majesty the King had already spread throughout the entire human continent, and these governors had long wanted to pay their respects.

Unfortunately, the Queen was responsible for receiving them all day, which disappointed everyone, but they didn't expect His Majesty the King to appear at the banquet!

They all raised their wine glasses and surrounded Cohen.

While lavishly praising Cohen's glorious deeds with various compliments, they toasted Cohen, and the atmosphere of the banquet hall instantly became lively.

Prime Minister Angus, not far away, frowned deeply and quietly came to Yadell's side, whispering:

"You go and persuade His Majesty, don't let him drink alcohol."

Yadell looked at her father in surprise and asked:

"These are all high-ranking officials, many of whom Cohen has never met before. It's rare to meet today, and it wouldn't be right not to have a few drinks.

He's a transcendent, and he won't drink too much. Father, you're being a little too concerned."

A troubled expression appeared on Angus's face, and he said:

"It's not that I'm worried about His Majesty drinking too much… Speaking of which, haven't you two considered having a child?"

Angus also saw the scene at the end of the Northwest Exchange Conference battle. Unknowingly, a large group of confidantes had gathered around Cohen, including even the Golden-Winged Woman and the Special Envoy of the Central Empire, whose appearance and family background were no less than his daughter's.

This made Angus, as the Queen's father, feel a sense of crisis.

He was a little worried about his daughter's position.

Yadell immediately understood what her father was up to, and she felt both amused and annoyed.

Angus didn't understand the relationship between them at all, thinking that Cohen was still the childish boy who threw a tantrum at the wedding!

The relationship between her and Cohen doesn't need to be maintained by a child at all.

Moreover, she is now a legendary transcendent, and the possibility of having offspring is very small, but she couldn't say these words to her father.

Although Angus lowered his voice, the others at the table still vaguely heard the content of the conversation.

Especially Asna and Nephthys, who were transcendents, quietly perked up their ears to listen.

Yadell obviously noticed this as well, a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face, and she said in a low voice:

"Father, is this the time to talk about such things?

Your worries are purely unnecessary. Besides, Cohen and I are still young, there's no rush.

Okay, let's not talk about this."

Angus sighed lightly and continued to return to his seat and clink glasses with the cabinet members.

After being said by her father, Yadell raised her head and looked at Cohen, who was already surrounded by everyone not far away, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Cohen had indeed drunk a little too much.

Touching glasses with a few governors is just a formality, why is he still drinking?

A group of people kept pouring Cohen drinks one after another, and Cohen was also very straightforward, accepting everyone without refusing, appearing to be in a very good mood.

Yadell turned her head and looked at Asna and Nephthys, who were eating properly, and asked:

"Has His Majesty ever drunk like this with anyone before?"

Asna and Nephthys exchanged a glance and shook their heads at the same time.

A trace of doubt arose in Yadell's heart.

Nephthys said softly:

"Perhaps it's His Majesty's first time meeting so many of his subordinates and ministers, he's in a good mood, drinking a few more glasses shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

Yadell nodded slightly, then stood up and said to the two:

"Since His Majesty is here, I won't continue to stay here. You two watch over His Majesty for a while, don't let him drink too much.

Tell him that I'm tired after a day and will go back to rest first."

Asna, who had a more straightforward personality, asked in surprise:

"His Majesty is here, doesn't Your Highness want to talk to His Majesty?"

Nephthys gently pulled Asna's sleeve and replied:

"Okay, Your Majesty the Queen, please take care."

Yadell gave Nephthys a meaningful look, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and left.

Only then did Nephthys whisper to Asna:

"Sister Asna, they are the King and Queen, husband and wife. What can't they say at night? Is there a need to rush at this moment?

The Queen is leaving at this time, obviously not wanting to steal His Majesty's thunder.

And don't you think that with the Queen here, everyone is a little restrained?

His Majesty wants to mingle with everyone, creating an atmosphere of harmony between the ruler and his subjects, sharing joy with the people. Everyone is restrained with the Queen here."

A beautiful Queen who is as cold as ice, decisive in killing, dares to kill a hereditary viscount and court minister in court, and has a legendary cultivation level, even if many people don't show it on their faces, they still feel a faint chill enveloped in their hearts.

The Queen's choice to silently withdraw at this time is truly a painstaking effort.

Asna fell into silence. She finally understood Cohen's deep feelings for Yadell. Every detail on this woman is worth Cohen's love and cherishing.

After dealing with everyone for a while, Cohen finally got rid of their entanglement with a body full of alcohol.

Cohen secretly praised his own wit. The body odor from the three women on his body was not easy to remove by just taking a bath. Yadell was already a legendary transcendent, and she would be able to detect it if there was something slightly wrong.

It was good to use the smell of alcohol to cover it up.

However, when he came back and saw the empty main seat, he quickly understood Yadell's intention, and a wave of emotion welled up in his heart.

The guilt of fooling around during the day suddenly arose.

He shook his head lightly, smiled and looked at Nephthys and Asna, and asked:

"How is it, I haven't seen you two for a few days, are you still adapting to work?"

Nephthys whispered:

"Your Majesty, when I used the communication stone to explain things to Lucia during the day today, she didn't reply to me. Don't you think it's strange?"

Cohen was shocked in his heart, and quickly concealed it and said:

"Is that so? Maybe something happened, haha, it's been so long since we've seen each other, so let's not talk about work…"

A look of doubt appeared on Nephthys's face, but she didn't care too much.

The banquet finally ended, and after Cohen sent Asna and Nephthys away, he walked towards the bedroom.

Yadell had already finished bathing, wearing a bathrobe, exposing a large area of frost-like skin, looking down at some documents.

Sanctity and charm were integrated into one, making Cohen unable to help but raise his head again, and with the help of the alcohol, he was about to reach into Yadell's bathrobe.

Suddenly, a cold voice rang in Cohen's ear:

"The feeling of the Golden-Winged Woman is not bad, right?"

(The incoherent part in the middle is because it was reviewed and deleted, tears! A little bit of lewdness is not allowed. Roughly, it was when Cohen was moving with Melantha that Mephis discovered it, and then Melantha didn't care about her sister)