Chapter 134 Return The crown floated lightly onto her head...

Sincere words, overflowing emotions, and—burning anger.

The instant she saw Andra's gaze, Eleanor smiled, and she released her grip, deftly dodging the incoming fist.

Andra lunged forward in a rage, pinning the princess to the ground.

"You dare to hide?!"

She threw a punch through gritted teeth, but Eleanor dodged it by tilting her head. The girl chuckled and whispered in her ear, "What's wrong? Why are you angry?"

These are all sweet nothings you've said before.

I'm just returning it to you.

"Phew..." Seeing Eleanor so calm, Andra also gradually calmed down.

Why did it get out of control?

She also reflected to herself: Although these words were arrogant, they shouldn't have been enough to make her lose control of her emotions.

...Is it because Eleanor said these words?

Andra took a deep breath and released his grip.

She sat back down on the ground, stared into the girl's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I am very willing to marry you, so that Hertuya and Norlana can be guaranteed at least ninety years of peace."

"That's all?" Eleanor leaned forward, her arms snaking up her neck like snakes.

It's a bit chilly.

She should have waved it away, but a certain excited tremor made the young man deliberately ignore the slight offense.

Andra swallowed silently and said seriously, "My bottom line is—your child must be raised by me at the same time."

"?"

Eleanor's face showed obvious surprise. She exclaimed, "Hey! I thought you were going to say that only your children can inherit Hetua!"

I never thought I'd still guess wrong even after copying the answer from my past life.

"Huh?" Andra enjoyed Eleanor's expression, but this answer also surprised her.

She frowned and retorted, "What business is it of my who inherits Hetuya after I die?"

Eleanor fell silent, her arm sliding silently down the edge of Andra's neck, her eyes lost in thought.

This answer is very similar to the one from the previous life: Andra doesn't mind letting children who are not related by blood inherit Hetuya.

However, this reaction is very different from that of the first incarnation.

In the original timeline, it seems no one was more concerned about the "true successor" than Andra.

"Rest assured, my love, only our child can inherit my throne."

In her memory, Anya's broad embrace shielded her from the world, and she made promises time and time again, envisioning a future for the two of them and a child.

Andra had imagined it so many times that she had become numb and started to wonder if it really mattered who inherited the throne.

She pressed her head against Andra's chest, and the young man visibly flinched, but did not move away.

Thump, thump thump.

Eleanor sighed with relief as her heartbeat gradually quickened and then settled into a steady rhythm: "He wasn't lying... Andra in the past wasn't lying either."

So the focus isn't on the children and inheritance, but rather... whose children.

Your child is not important, my child is not important, only our child is important.

This is Andra's true thought, and it has never changed.

"Andra".

She called her lover's name again, lay back on Andra's lap, looked at her face and whispered, "If we were trapped on this island forever, could you survive?"

She still remembers the other person's face before they climbed Mount Eros in her past life.

She said melancholy, "If I get close to you, I will lose my dream."

Being stranded on a deserted island for the rest of your life would certainly be a kind of "losing your dreams," wouldn't it? What would you do?

*Smack*

Andra raised her hand and gently patted her cheek with the back of her fingers.

The young man pinched her face and said helplessly, "When did you become so fragile, Your Highness?"

The second half of the sentence was clearly sarcastic, but it made Eleanor burst out laughing instantly.

"Hahaha." This reaction of not feeling sorry at all...that's so nice.

She climbed back onto Andra's shoulders, her legs swinging on her knees.

This was originally a very intimate and cute gesture, but when performed by a tall girl, it looked slightly comical.

"Think about it, what if?" Eleanor whispered in her ear, her voice ticklish.

Andra wanted to slap her away and say "There are no ifs!" But then she inexplicably hallucinated a petite girl who looked exactly like Eleanor gently asking her questions, and her heart softened instantly.

She wrapped her arms around Eleanor's waist and thought for a moment. "Of course we can survive. The two of us cut down trees to build a boat; there's no way we'll be trapped on the island."

Before Eleanor could press further, she continued, "If you insist that everyone outside the island is dead, and only the two of us are left on the island, then why don't we live together?"

The young man looked intently into her eyes and smiled confidently. "How could I possibly be bored with you?"

"..." Despite being in similar predicaments, they received completely different answers.

Eleanor stroked Andra's face with emotion, even after decades, many mysteries still remained between them.

Why is that?

It's still because of—[you].

She suddenly understood the difference between the two answers.

Andra can accept that the two of them face difficulties together and that they only have each other in their lives, but she cannot accept the ending where "Eleanor" has everything and she has "nothing".

"Your Highness, you are unique to me."

Sweet words once spoken have turned into whispers of resentment: "...Did I feel the same way about you?"

"How cunning, Andra."

She whispered in her ear, "Then be my one and only wife, and we will have a unique heir."

Together they share that one and only, very special "daughter".

【"good."】

"Okay, uh."

Andra realized she and Eleanor were embracing tightly, their passion growing stronger, and she stammered, "Wait, wait a minute, the two of us? Oh...you mean, co-adopt?"

"Oh, that works too."

Eleanor suddenly asked playfully, "If we're stuck here together for ten or twenty years, how about we try having a baby?"

"don't want."

Even though she spoke jokingly, her lover's response was firm and serious. "Don't make such a terrible joke, I won't let you die."

Knock knock knock.

Hearing her rapidly beating heartbeat, Eleanor hugged her tighter and tighter.

Her timid little movements seemed to mislead Andra, and after about thirty seconds, a helpless sigh came from above.

"Hey... if that day ever comes—I mean, if only—let me do it."

"......"

As the sun sank into the sea, the young man looked at the twilight sky, his face flushing crimson.

"Anyway, I'm healthy enough. You can just use a sword to cut open my stomach and sew it up."

"..." Eleanor's carefully cultivated emotions almost completely dissipated.

She bit her lip as if in pain: "Then it's better if I'm pregnant. I've tried it, and your sword is faster."

"What nonsense!"

The two stared at each other, then suddenly raised their hands and lightly punched each other's faces.

Then it got closer and closer...

What is the best kind of wedding?

There are flowers, lovers, a sky full of moon and stars, and the morning dew that wafts in the air the next day.

Eleanor woke up with Andra in her arms and gently kissed her sleeping cheek.

"...Hmm?" Andra was so confused for the first time. He vaguely hugged her shoulders back, and then suddenly opened his eyes a few seconds later.

A strange emotion flashed in the young man's golden-red eyes, which quickly turned to shame and anger.

She pressed down on Eleanor's hand and pulled her into her arms.

"?" It took Eleanor a while to understand: This guy has a bad habit of putting his paws on things~

She smiled and pinched her lover's nose, saying softly, "So you love to be pampered? You insist on staying on top."

In previous incarnations, Andra didn't have this adorable little quirk.

Especially as Anya's first incarnation, Andra would always tenderly let her lover sleep peacefully on her chest when facing the sickly Angie. Unlike last night... if the two of them were furry little animals, they could have made two piles of wool felt by the campfire.

As the atmosphere grew more intense, Eleanor suddenly stood up and looked out at the distant sea.

A ship drifted ashore there.

In the middle of the bow were Eliza and Myrcella leaping about, with Yang standing behind them, waving frantically.

She raised her hand and waved gently, then smiled: the ship had indeed appeared only after they were certain they "didn't want to stay here."

Yes, why would they stay here? Their dreams lie in that boundless, beautiful world outside.

Snap.

Andra patted her on the shoulder, casually draped his slightly tattered cloak over her to cover the marks, and whispered in her ear, "Forget all the silly things we said before once we get ashore."

"Oh? You want to back out?" Eleanor deliberately widened her eyes, and sure enough, she saw Andra's cheeks quickly turn red.

The lover gritted his teeth and managed to squeeze out, "Silly, it's the latter part... I—I'm willing to marry you."

She quickly realized the ambiguity of the statement, took a deep breath, and said in the most serious tone, "I am willing to marry you. And you, will you become my wife, Eleanor?"

The princess stood quietly on the slope, looking at the ships sailing on the sea.

"I do."

......

Princess Norlana returned to her loyal Baley.

The port of Florence is bustling with people, adorned with goods from overseas and Norland, and the air is filled with the scent of money.

They arrived later than expected, not only because the slaying of the dragon and the disappearance of the princess had delayed them, but also because Princess Eleanor insisted on going ashore on Lodima when she passed by, and cleared out a group of pirates who had taken advantage of the chaos to retake the island.

"Why are so many pirates attacking this place?"

While cleaning up the battlefield, Manju couldn't help but question whether they had occupied this place to build a military base belonging to Norlana.

Even if construction hasn't officially started in the last few years, how dare the pirates?

“They’re not pirates, they’re the regular army of the Baelai. We just happened to arrive just in time for the power struggle between the old and new forces in the Baelai.” Princess Eleanor calmly fiddled with the pendant on her chest.

She revealed explosive news, and naturally no one bothered to count the two remaining marks on a certain petal.

After they landed at the port of Feli, the princess quickly led her troops to capture several ships anchored in the harbor.

Why?

No one questioned it. After destroying some of the warships, everyone followed the princess into the palace, only to discover that the former king had become a corpse and the new king was secretly preparing to ascend the throne.

Eleanor didn't bother explaining how she knew all this; she simply picked up King Baelai's crown under everyone's gaze and pushed Eliza onto the throne.

"Would you like to try being king?" Princess Nolana held the crown and took one last look at the little princess sitting on the throne, who was in a daze.

Belai's ministers instinctively wanted to object, but they quickly fell silent.

If the princess were to ascend the throne, at least the Belair royal bloodline could be continued. But what if Princess Nolana gets angry and decides to find someone unrelated by blood if there's opposition here?

Moreover, Belial is a country with a strong commercial character, and the monarchy is already in decline, so they are even less likely to die for the monarchy.

“I…” Eliza looked up at the tall figure in front of her.

Eleanor looked at her with clear, firm yet gentle eyes.

It's okay to say you don't want to at this point.

The little princess pinched her fingers, and for a moment she wanted to say, "Will you marry me?"

But that's not acceptable.

Eleanor is destined to become the King of Norlana, and there will only be one queen.

She slowly exhaled, smiled, and nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

The crown landed lightly on her head, but became unusually heavy after Eleanor let go of it.