Chapter 110 Heading

◎When two pairs of blue eyes, one large and one small, met, they felt strange in their own way.◎

The stone house was brightly lit, but the wooden house that Elena chose only had a few candles lit inside, and it didn't look like the princess's residence at all.

She pushed open the door and saw two guards standing at the stairwell. They looked straight ahead and didn't even question Elena as she entered the house with two cats in her arms.

Only when Ronnie came in with two plates of milk did they roll their eyes slightly: His Highness has never harmed the residents of the city, so where did he get these two beloved cats?

…

Ronnie placed the milk saucers on the table, one on each side, and raised her hand to rub the little white cat. But when she saw her round eyes, she couldn't help but reach out to Melia...

Finally, he awkwardly withdrew his hands and closed the door for them: "I'll take my leave first."

Pusa, the little white cat licked the milk dish with its tongue, sniffed and stopped licking.

"Don't like it?" Melia licked her own drink. So, no sugar. Hmm, should I teach my child to be less picky about food, or should I remember to add sugar to her drink from now on?

Education is such a difficult issue... What about cavities? There's no dentist here. But my baby's teeth can tear through gemstones, so it should be fine.

"What should I call her?" Elena sat on the edge of the bed, holding Melia on her lap, and looked at the little white cat in front of her with a confused and wary expression.

Just then, the little white cat looked up at her, and the expressions in the mother and daughter's eyes were almost identical.

"Pfft, what do you mean by 'what to call her!'" Melia stamped with her paw. "I told you last time, give her a name quickly. As long as it's not Alexandra, anything will do~"

"So... Kate?"

"no!"

"Pate?"

"Change..."

"Josephine."

"Are you naming the horse?!"

Melia collapsed to the ground and rolled over. "Think of a better name! Don't be perfunctory!"

"I'm not that perfunctory..." Elena looked away guiltily. "Those names are common in the Sea Country. Common names are easier to keep."

Eh~ So there are similar customs in other worlds?

It seems to make some sense. After all, Charles I, II, III, Ramses I, II, III, and calling Tom back a dozen times are basic operations.

Come to think of it, Kate and Caitlin are pretty good too?

"Meow." A meow of rejection.

The little white cat seemed to understand that its two mothers were about to arrange the first major event in their lives, so it quickly made a sound.

Elena glanced at her and continued to add fuel to the fire: "There are a lot of female residents in the royal city named Gaia. Let her be called Gaia too."

"Meow!" An even more rejecting meow.

"Hmm, naming is so hard~" Melia frowned like a kitten.

Seeing her distressed look, Elena patted the cat's head and finally gave her some serious advice: "Then call her Menia. A name similar to her mother's is also a good idea."

This time the kitten didn't make a sound. It silently licked the unsweetened milk, then pushed the milk to the side with its little paws.

It seems to be saying, "It's okay, at least it's better than unsweetened milk."

"Menia, Menia~" Melia tried calling the kitten twice and it sounded quite natural. She bit the kitten's neck with a smile and dragged it to Elena's knees: "Okay, the nickname is Nini~ Remember to call me baby Nini from now on!"

“…Nini.”

"Meow……"

When two pairs of blue eyes, one big and one small, met each other, they felt strange in their own way.

"Alright, alright~"

With Melia's vigorous kneading, they finally leaned against each other quietly, and even when they made sour faces, they looked like a mother and daughter.

After deciding on the baby's name, she was in a good mood. "Don't forget to remind Caesar to be careful. There are too many people who want to kill him."

"I will."

Elena picked up the white cat and rubbed its neck.

"Meow." The kitten on its lap was kicked on the head by its mother's claws and jumped back onto the blanket helplessly.

"I'm sorry~ You drink your milk first, I have something to tell you~"

"Mee..." [But the milk doesn't taste good.]

Seeing her mothers being so gentle and kind, the kitten was ignored. She had no choice but to crawl to the side of the cabinet, scratched it lightly with her claws, and got in silently.

"Meliya, are you okay? Is Sonny in danger? Do you want to go back to the Roman capital first?" Elena carried Meliya on her shoulders.

Although both she and Mr. Pardos felt that the edge of the grassland was much safer than the Persian battlefield, she still hoped that Melia would return to Rome as soon as possible.

"No~ It's not dangerous over there in Sunny. I want to see the Hun tribe and do some business with them~" Melia smiled happily on the surface, but she was secretly complaining in her heart: It's not dangerous, that kind... it's not dangerous to encounter assassins every few days.

Sonny is constantly expanding his power, and as the youngest heir, it's only a matter of time before he is surrounded and beaten by a bunch of heirs.

Sunny's needs were for maintenance and smooth trade routes, all predicated on a successful ascension to the throne. Since she was going to follow Sunny into the prairie, she couldn't help but experience the dangers that came with it.

Fortunately, she and Elena both knew a trump card: turn into a cat and run away. No matter how brutal the Huns were, could they completely encircle and annihilate two sonic-speed little white cats across the grasslands?

As for Taffy, she could run faster than a rabbit as long as Melia wasn't holding her back.

"Business?" Elena didn't expose her little thought. She smiled and stroked the cat's head. "Okay, if things don't go well, we should retreat quickly. How about I let Ronnie go with us? She's yours anyway."

"No, absolutely not!"

Melia waved her tail. She had finally become a centurion, but she couldn't drag him back to be her bodyguard. Besides, in "Rose Princess," they were a pair of battlefield twins. If withdrawing Ronnie resulted in Elena getting hurt, she would have no place to cry.

The two of them huddled together quietly, feeling each other's warmth.

After a moment, Elena put the cat back on the cushion: "Want to sleep? I'm going to see my father first."

"Oh, it's okay. I'll go back first."

The white cat was about to jump out of the window, but then hurried back into the room, "Meow, Nini? Nini meow?"

"Hmm."

The cabinet door moved, and the little white cat squeezed out, biting a small bag of snacks in its mouth.

Elena didn't need to look closely to know what she had bitten into: the candy Melia had given her before she left! She had specially opened it and placed it in a small bag with the spices.

The little guy is quite good at finding it!

"Meow~" The kitten gave a proud look and ran out while biting the bag.

Melia thought it was dried meat and didn't pay much attention to it: "Nini, don't eat so late. Remember to brush your teeth when you get home~"

“Hmm…”

The two white cats twisted and turned and disappeared by the windowsill. Elena stood at the window and watched for a few seconds, then breathed a sigh of relief: I have a child, but it doesn't feel real at all.

But that little guy needs to be taught a lesson for his proud look when he holds things in his mouth. After the war is over, take him home and get along well with him.

Elena withdrew her gaze and walked out quickly. She never walked with such long strides when Melia was around.

The guards immediately followed, and the next mission made them secretly excited: fighting with Caesar also had the difference between getting soup and not getting soup.

His Highness was willing to distribute all the spoils fairly, but was unwilling to allow them to plunder civilians at will, so the benefits were not very substantial.

However, it’s different if you take on Caesar’s mission. His Majesty is always generous.

Darkness enveloped her, and the doors ahead of her swung open one after another. Elena had clearly walked out of her room and into the brightly lit stone house, but she felt as if nothing had changed.

Caesar's face was covered in light and shadow as he sat on the couch and raised his glass to her: a grand banquet had just been held here, and even the incense could not cover the smell of alcohol.

Thanks to those fawning guests, her slight tardiness wasn't too late.

"Father, congratulations on winning another battle." The princess was wearing a light-colored cloak.

"You don't seem happy. Some people say...you've been staying in the house." Caesar finished his drink and put down the empty glass.

Countless eyes are watching his children, and any unusual movement will be reported.

Elena's characteristics are somewhat funny: she seems to have no interest in wealth and does not like to lead teams to patrol the streets and plunder slaves.

She bowed her head respectfully. "The situation is still unclear, Father. I'm afraid there might be assassins following us, so I'll be checking everything, including alcohol, medication, and clothing."

If she tried to persuade Caesar directly, it would be good enough without making him angry. She could only hope that Caesar understood her hint.

Unfortunately, Caesar just shrugged. "Too cautious, Elena. The Huns don't like this kind of personality. You're lucky. The old vulture is dead, and each of his sons is stronger than him. After the war is over, I will write a letter to the new King of the Huns."

Rome had its pride, and until the situation became clear, they didn't care about the reserves. Caesar also didn't see the need to curry favor with the Huns at this moment: Persia? He could handle it.

[The sons he left behind were all better than he was.]

Yes, who could be weaker than a king who is afraid of death, indulges in pleasure, and cannot even control his own people?

Elena suppressed her sarcastic smile and said, "Yes, I will go and carry out today's mission right away."

"Go ahead."

Caesar raised his hand, but seeing that his daughter didn't realize it, he poured himself a glass: "Don't leave anyone alive."

"yes."

Persia and Rome, there can only be one winner.

The soldiers took advantage of the night to mount their horses and gallop out of the city.

…

The days of chaos passed one by one, and the Huns drove their sheep forward.

The sheep liked to eat while walking, so they also stopped and walked. Occasionally, they encountered horse thieves, who would flee as if they had seen a ghost. Only the Hun cavalry dared to face the Hun cavalry.

Perhaps out of some tacit understanding, Sonny and Brida didn't kill the attackers twice, as they had blond hair and golden eyes. Instead, they let them escape as if nothing had happened.

“Sister, he would have let him go anyway. Catching him is so tiring! What if he can’t handle it and commits suicide? Then Brida and I will be buried with him.” Sunny grumbled quietly at the dinner, but a moment later, he put on an innocent smile and ate big mouthfuls of barbecue.

Just when Melia was about to get used to the daily routine of chasing and escaping, giant tents resembling yurts finally appeared one after another on the horizon.

The largest tents in the middle were made of golden stakes and hung with glittering decorations. Even the fabrics were sewn with colorful threads, standing out gorgeously among the weeds.

"How is it? Are you disappointed?"

Sonny smiled and put down the binoculars. "The so-called Golden Tent is just an ordinary tent with golden thread. It can't be compared with a magnificent building."

She visited many cities, Persian, Roman, and Greek. In habitable places, people used earth, stones, and wood to build tall buildings, but the Huns could only set up tents.

Once in battle, they had no walls or towers and could only use their bodies and weapons to deal with the enemy.

"That is the old Hungarian king's golden tent."

Melia blinked and said, "Now that you're here, aren't you going to give them the golden tent in your heart?"

“…”

Sonny closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and looked around at the various royal courts and tribes gathered on the grassland.

"let's go."

There was a hint of girlish sweetness in her smile: "Sister Melia."

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Thanks to Ajiu, Dreams Make the Heartbeat Exist, Flying in the Clouds, Long Mu Xiao Wu, and Dreaming Fantasy for their irrigation~