Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"Oh?"

Vina raised an eyebrow, picked up the juice from the table, and with a slight flick of her wrist, the half-glass of golden orange juice began to rise and fall like endless waves on the sea.

Her gaze slowly shifted from the juice to Wayne's face, or more precisely, his lips, and she said softly:

"Then what's the deal with this glass of juice?"

"I drank it."

"And what about this cake?"

"I took it from the kitchen, it's for afternoon tea, I was hungry."

"You want two drinks by yourself?"

"I have a big appetite."

"Should that glass be placed across the table?"

"I just put it there casually."

"Then why did you specifically move a chair here?"

"For the sake of atmosphere, Vina, have you read this book of three hundred poems from Yan Kingdom? 'Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, with my shadow, we become three!' You are busy with your studies, neglecting sleep and meals. In this vast Lentinium, there is no other compatriot like us. I can only invite my deceased father in this way, asking him to descend from heaven and drink a cup with me..."

As Wayne spoke, he turned his face away reluctantly, his tough exterior softening with tears that soaked his blue robe, and murmured:

May he rest in peace.

Vina: "........."

Do you think our People's Queen would believe your nonsense?

"This stool is still warm! Someone has sat on it!"

"Vina, do you believe that even after the body dies, the soul still has warmth?"

"roll!"

Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child, so easily fooled?

You're even trying to summon the King of the North's soul? If you actually manage to summon the King of the North's soul, won't he immediately come over and kill me, and then put you, this filial son who raises his cup to the bright moon, on the throne?

"Tell me, who was here just now?"

Vina said seriously,

"Your Highness, you haven't finished your homework yet, so you can't rest now. Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely. Have you been harassing Teacher Theresa behind my back?"

Hey, if it's consensual, how can that be considered harassment?

Besides, I didn't do anything to Miss "Goodnight." And...

Recalling Theresa's aggressive lip-licking gesture, Wayne felt a chill run down his spine. It's said that all gentle and virtuous people have the potential to become yandere; he wondered if it was true, but he certainly didn't care for that.

Is there no other way but to send Theresa out?

Wayne turned his head to look at the desk, somewhat hesitant.

Just then, there was a sudden tremor under the desk, and then Shining stumbled and fell face-first out from under the desk.

.........

Under the desk, Theresa glared angrily at Mostima, who was pointing a black hand downwards. She raised her staff, but unfortunately, the space under the desk was too cramped. And like Shining's horns, Theresa's horns grew vertically upwards. If she wasn't careful, she would get caught on the desk and be unable to pull them out. Helpless, she had no choice but to give up.

Mostima, who had just used underhanded tactics to push Shining away, clapped her hands and looked at Theresa with obvious ill intent in her eyes.

Hairy and weak to fire, large body and weak to gate. The strange things I learned when I was with Exusiai, I thought I would never have a chance to use in this life, but I didn’t expect them to work so well here.

Even with her steely body and superb martial arts skills, Shining was not as agile as Mostima in this confined space. Not only could she not use her most troublesome sword techniques, but even simple movements of her body had to take into account the obstruction of the demon horns on her head.

Wayne's desk was a solid mahogany table, not some rotten wood soaked in water. Its sturdiness was top-notch, which would normally be something to be praised. But in the current situation, this kind of wood had only one effect—it scraped very harshly.

Like chalk scraping a blackboard or fingernails scratching glass, it was a terrifying sound that sent shivers down your spine at the mere sight of words. Shining dared not show himself in front of Theresa, so he hadn't dared to make any further moves against Mostima, but unexpectedly, Mostima seized the opportunity, delivering a righteous halo headbutt that sent Shining, who was off balance due to excessive fat accumulation, flying.

What goes around comes around, and now it's my turn! Didn't expect that, did you, you Sarkaz Valkyrie!

At that moment, Mostima turned to Theresa, stuck out her tongue slightly, and stretched out her hand triumphantly, as if to say, "Give me back what you have. Otherwise, you'll be next."

Theresa gritted her teeth in anger.

Looking at the staff in his hand, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, as if he had discovered something...

Because of squatting for a long time, Shining's waiter's uniform had become wrinkled, and the hem had rolled up slightly, revealing her sexy, smooth belly. Seemingly noticing this, Shining suddenly came to her senses, quickly pulled her pants up, and then looked at Wayne and Vina with a blush.

Wayne: "?"

Vina: "!"

Oh my god, no, why are you looking at me now? It wasn't me who pulled down your pants!

Wayne felt a chill run down his spine. He hurriedly turned around to explain to Vina, but when he saw Vina's flushed face and her eyes that were practically rolling around, he knew it was probably too late.

So why are you pulling up your pants?

No, I'm not saying you can't bring it up, but why did you come out at this time, pull up your pants in front of Vina, and then look at me with this shy expression at the end?

Shining, are you a spy sent by Regent Theresis to stop the marriage?

After a long pause, Vina asked in a trembling, incredulous voice, her voice breaking:

"What were you two doing just now?"

"Didn't do anything!" "Refill His Highness's coffee!"

Wayne and Shining exchanged a glance.

"Pour me some coffee!" "I didn't do anything!"

“Shut up!” Wayne shouted, turning around to explain:

"She just came in, poured me coffee, and didn't do anything else."

“Yes, yes, a cup of coffee, milk tea with tofu feet, and sugar,” Flash quickly agreed.

"Then why is she... down there? That's your seat, isn't it?" Vina asked, pointing to the chair behind the desk.

However, the next second, with a loud thud, the chair was knocked over by Mostima, who suddenly toppled it. The fallen angel with the black aura clutched her head, dazed, and lay there for a while before snapping out of her daze. She quickly stood up, looked at the stunned Vina and Wayne, raised her small hand, and gave a small greeting:

"Hi? Hello, I'm Mostima, the postman..."

Vina silently turned away, avoiding looking at Mostima's tattered yet neatly cut nun's robe, which resembled a modified erotic costume, and whispered:

"Hey, I don't care who you are, change your clothes before you talk to me."

“Um… this is the only one I have…” Mostima said awkwardly.

"You walked all the way into the palace, the Grand Archives, and all the way to the meditation room to see Wayne, wearing just this outfit?" Vina asked with a mournful face, it was unclear whether she was grieving for Mostima's poverty or for something else.

Under the desk, the final victor, Theresa, gripped the black key and white spoon in her hand, the rings on her fingers emitting a faint red glow, and smiled slightly.

Hmph, the Sarkaz treasure, the "Hands of the Clock," was originally kept by the immortals of the Kazdel Wasteland, but it was suddenly lost a long time ago. I never expected to find the real thing here.

Even Mostima needed to become a fallen angel and possess Sarkaz characteristics to wield these two staves, so Theresa, as a legitimate demon lord and weaver of magic, could wield them with even greater ease.

She's a stand-in just like me.

With ease, she stopped the smug Mostima from her tracks, then carefully moved her to the desk, and kicked her away. Mostima probably didn't understand why she was the one who failed in the end.

As the ultimate victor, Theresa finally breathed a sigh of relief, shifted her position, and sat under the desk, waiting for her beloved Mr. Bruce to resolve the matter satisfactorily before quietly leaving.

However, the next second, Vina roared, "Good heavens, Wayne, let me see how many people you've hidden under the table!" and quickly ran behind the table, bending down before Theresa could even react.

Their furious golden eyes met, and the unsuspecting red eyes locked. After a long pause, Theresa weakly raised her hand and waved it at Vina:

"I never expected to meet you here. What a coincidence, Your Majesty..."

Chapter Eighteen: I Agree to the Marriage

"So you two actually knew each other a long time ago, right?"

After instructing the hastily arriving Mudrock to remove his staff and render him unable to resist, Mostima, looking dejected, was forced into the palace dungeon. Vina turned her head and looked at Theresa, Wayne, and Shining, who were standing in a row against the wall looking like children who had made a mistake. Her eyelids twitched.

Good grief, you two are even holding hands?!

Silently watching Wayne and Theresa's hands, after a long while, Shining seemed to realize something and reached out to hold Wayne's free left hand as well.

Then, after being glared at by Vina and Theresa, he shrank back in humiliation.

Shining: You've been looking at my hand the whole time, are you implying that I should hold it too?

No one can understand the grievances Shining felt after being kicked out of the desk trio and then the trio of those who made mistakes. As a man, Wayne stood up firmly at this moment!

"know."

“Where?” Vina asked.

This was also the part that puzzled her the most. Since she entered the palace, Wayne had only traveled far away a handful of times. The only time she could recall was before her coronation, when, in order to protect her safety, he went to Kazdel and found her a very reliable mercenary who was surprisingly free of any bad habits. He looked like a burly man, but he had the heart of a tiger and the gentle touch of a rose.

But that trip only lasted less than a day. In that one day, he happened to come into contact with the royal family of Kazdel, met Theresa, found mercenaries to complete the mission, and finally returned to Lontinim in a great hurry.

If Wayne is really that fast, Vina says: I can't accept it!

When exactly did he meet Theresa?

Faced with Vina's question, Theresa paused slightly, looking at Wayne with a questioning gaze, as if to say, "You've been to Kazdel before, how did you find Kazdel?" Then, as Vina continued her explanation, she frowned and scrutinized Wayne from head to toe. Others might not know, but she knew very well that the emotions emanating from Mudrock's composite power armor didn't come from the reliable mercenary Vina had assumed, but from a young girl of considerable bloodline, who, if she grew up, could hold a place in the Sarkaz court.

Although it's unclear why she presented herself that way, it's obvious that Wayne couldn't possibly be unaware of the true face behind the mask; he didn't tell Vina.

With a disgruntled snort, Theresa withdrew her gaze. Since Wayne hadn't said anything, he must have his reasons and plans. Theresa trusted Mr. Bruce's character and abilities. Moreover, as a qualified wife, her role was to be the brake in times of emergency, not a tire blowout that caused obstacles at every turn. She would let Wayne ride his horse freely, as long as he didn't stray from the right path.

Theresa silently scratched Wayne's palm, expressing her dissatisfaction that she hadn't even known about this, then looked up and said frankly:

"On the internet."

"Online?" Vina's expression twisted subtly for a moment. "You met online?"

"To be precise, it's on LINE. Thanks to the amazing matching system, Prince Bruce is my best friend, and also my..."

As she spoke, she glanced at Wayne and squeezed his hand:

"He's also my favorite person."

Wayne nodded in agreement.

Although it sounds strange, they might actually be pioneers and role models in the entire Terra online dating community?