The burning candlelight illuminates the cold autumn night.
“Is this a candlelight dinner?”
The silver-haired queen placed her hand in Char's and was led by him into the room.
After seeing the furnishings inside the living room, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
"I didn't expect you to be so sentimental."
"You are worthy of being my husband."
"It is my honor to be praised by Her Majesty the Queen."
Xia smiled.
"I was a little worried at first, afraid that you would think these details and so-called sentiments are meaningless and just a waste of resources."
...
...
"Now it seems that I was worrying too much."
Isadella took off her jet-black gloves and hung them and her crescent-white windbreaker on the armrest of the sofa in the living room.
The tiny candlelight on the dining table was flickering in the dim air, swaying with the light breeze.
Likewise, it was reflected in Isadella's red eyes, like the light of a distant lighthouse in the dark ocean.
She thought for a moment and said, "How should I put it?"
"If it were me in the past, I would probably really reject or even dislike these behaviors."
According to Isadella's past vigorous and resolute style as the Iron-blooded Princess, what she pursued was the maximization of efficiency and benefits.
Just like when she met Char in the past, she was always wearing the Black Eagle military uniform.
There is no difference between a romantic candlelight dinner and a quick meal consisting mainly of compressed foods and pill supplements in terms of "nutrition replenishment". The latter is even more efficient.
But in reality, which woman does not yearn for romance in her heart, and for the sense of ritual that seems meaningless but can make her happy?
But in the past, her heart was bound by the education she received since childhood, the shackles of "heir to the empire", "candidate for the throne", and "second princess".
The expectant gazes from her father, the royalist ministers and the people made her regard the rise and fall of the empire as her sole responsibility, bound to herself alone.
Living like a mirror, she became the flawless "Second Princess" who could perfectly meet everyone's expectations.
As a result, the true heart of the girl named Isadela von Fresberg, despite her identity as the "Second Princess", was deeply suppressed.
Even she herself had almost forgotten it.
"until--"
Isadella smiled and said, "I met you."
So, in addition to her identity as the second princess, the almost forgotten little girl named Isadela came alive again.
"Although clumsy..."
“But I also began to have expectations of the outside world and other people.”
"Not to live for the empire, but to live for oneself."
In other words, living for oneself, or to put it more bluntly, is "selfishness".
For most human beings, even ordinary people of humble origins, this is simply an innate nature.
However, Isadella did not truly possess this nature that all living beings should have until more than 20 years later.
"I am free to write poems about flowers and butterflies, discuss gossip with my best friends, toss and turn over every move of my beloved, and buy romance novels from the Royal Bookstore..."
"These are things that I should have done but never did."
Isadella stared at the flickering candlelight on the dining table.
"Unfortunately, it took me until now to find my original intention."
"However, at my current age and with my current identity, even if I have found my original intention, it seems a little too late for me to do those things like those underage girls..."
"If I really did this, I would probably be laughed at by the ministers and the elders in the royal family."
Her voice gradually faded.
There seemed to be a teasing smile in those words, but there was an imperceptible loss hidden inside.
But soon, Isadella's words were ruthlessly interrupted by Char.
"No, it's not too late at all."
Isadella turned around in surprise, only to find that the eyes of the black-haired boy next to her were flashing with seriousness that she had never seen before.
“Whether a person can do something or not does not depend on your age or status, or what outsiders think of what you do.”
"It just depends on whether you want to do it or not, that's all."
Char leaned lazily on the sofa, posing casually.
"Your Majesty, you just said that from now on you should live for yourself, not for others."
"How come in the blink of an eye, we are back to a dead end again."
His fingers moved slightly.
The next moment, a silver light flashed slightly.
A cute little ferret appeared on Char's shoulder.
After sensing Char's instructions through the soul contract, Yin gave Char a deep look.
Although he really wanted to slap his lazy master's face with his big furry tail, considering that this was a rare opportunity for his master to show off his prowess in front of a woman, Yin finally resisted the urge to slap his tail.
It jumped lightly from the sofa, walked to a corner of the living room, and opened a metal box with double doors.
The moment the door opened, a biting chill hit me in the face.
Of course, for Yin, who was born in the snowfields of Ceylon and whose race is the snowfield marten, this chill only makes him feel quite comfortable.
The little ferret used its snow-white tail to roll out two cans of frosty drinks from the double-doored metal box, then jumped lightly back to the side of the sofa and handed the two cans of iced drinks to Char with its tail.
"Well done, Yin. I'll give you a chicken drumstick for dinner tonight."
"Yingying, ying (Master, do you think that a chicken leg can buy off this "World Snowfield Marten" who has already reached the body of a half-step god?)"
"Ying, ying (At least two, no, three.)"
"Three is three."
"Bing!"
After receiving a satisfactory answer from Char, Yin whimpered, turned into a stream of silver light, and returned to Char's soul contract space contentedly to continue his sleep.
As a pet connected to Char's soul, it certainly knew how much improvement Char had received during the five hundred years of sleep at the bottom of the abyss.
As the main pet of Char's first soul contract, just as the promotion of the pet can provide feedback to the beastmaster, Char's own improvement as a beastmaster can also bring feedback to Yin.
It has been sleeping more and more frequently these days, but for the snow marten, which specializes in illusion and mental power, the illusions created by sleep are themselves a part of its self-cultivation.
Yin had a hunch that the day of his next breakthrough was not far away.
“By the way, if there is one more breakthrough, will Silver’s race have to evolve from the ‘World Snow Marten’ to the ‘God Snow Marten’, becoming a true mythical species? ”
Xia couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts in his mind.
"What's this?"
Isadella witnessed what Char did and couldn't help but ask softly.
"It's some kind of household magical device for cooling. I call it a refrigerator."
Xia pointed to the double-door metal cabinet next to the living room and said, "The only function of a refrigerator is to cool. Its construction principle is actually very simple. Just engrave a micro-rune of cooling inside the metal cabinet. The cost is very low and any family with a little spare money can afford it."
"Refrigeration..."
Isadella looked at the double-door refrigerator and frowned slightly.
As the queen of the throne and the empress of the empire, she was certainly not unable to understand something as simple as a refrigerator.
In fact, a large-scale frost field also exists within the royal family, and inside it is engraved with an ultra-large-scale cooling rune array, which is specifically used to assist the ice-attributed beastmasters within the royal faction in their training.
"But... with the specifications of this small iron box, it is impossible to carry a large cooling array. It can only be used to carry miniaturized magic runes."
"This level of cooling effect is not enough to be used to assist ice-type pets in training, let alone to store some high-risk magical reagents that are limited to low-temperature environments. The stability cannot be guaranteed at all..."
"So, Your Majesty——"
Char's laughter interrupted Isadella's questioning whisper.
"In terms of political skills and governing the country, perhaps you can indeed be called the perfect princess, the perfect queen."
"At least you let me deal with the mountain of files. I'll just get as big as a cow and start."
"But, as Isadella, as my lover and fiancée, you still have a lot to learn."
Char picked up the frosty Coke.
"The use of refrigerators is not as noble as you think, Your Majesty."
"The only use of the small refrigerator in our house is to keep drinks cool."
"Carbonated drinks taste better when they're frozen... that's all."
He opened the can with his fingers and took a swig. Feeling the stimulating gas exploding in his mouth, Char couldn't help but slump lazily on the sofa and let out a contented sigh.
"If we look at it from a traditional perspective."
"My current status has surpassed the limits of the throne. Even in the First Age when mythical creatures were rampant, I am definitely considered a person of high power and influence."
"And my age, if you count the five hundred years I spent sleeping at the bottom of the abyss... then I'm almost sixty, in units of a hundred."
"A powerful king who has lived for hundreds of years, according to the impression of the world, should be sitting on a mysterious throne, looking down on all living beings with a majestic look, right?"
"Just like the thing I made casually in the First Age, but the elves called it the Frozen Throne."
Char waved the iced fat otaku happy water in his hand.
"But no one knows that I regret it to death."
"In order to strike a pose, I imitated the Frozen Throne made by a sword master who was a father and son. It does look very handsome."
"But how can a throne made of steel be as comfortable as a soft sofa?"
"After sitting on that iron lump for more than five hundred years, I feel like my butt is almost completely numb."
"How can it be more comfortable than lying on the sofa and drinking fat otaku happy water now?"
"As for the majesty and mystery that should belong to the powerful on the throne in the eyes of outsiders..."
"None of my business."
Isadella looked at Char, who seemed to have glued his body to the sofa, with a calm and indifferent expression on his face.
Watched for a long time.
really.
If you think about it carefully, today's Char, whether in terms of age, experience, deeds, or prestige, can be regarded as a high-ranking official.
If I didn't know Char and had only heard of his deeds, the image that would have come to my mind would have been of a middle-aged man wearing white gloves, with his fingers crossed in front of his chest, mysterious and cunning.
But in fact——
The Char that Isadela knew was actually the exact opposite of this image.
In the eyes of traditional thrones and mythical creatures, a throne lying on the sofa drinking carbonated drinks is definitely a shame to the strong.
And when interacting with Char, Isadela had no sense at all that she was dealing with a powerful throne holder.
It was as if from the beginning to the end, even though we had gone through countless ups and downs——
But Char was still the same third-year Saint Laurent Academy student who had not even reached the third ring when Isadela first heard of him, and who had shined during the Ash Cult invasion. He had never changed.
As a result, the mentality of the people around him also became much younger.
Puff——
Isadella suddenly smiled.
It was not the faint smile that befitted a king.
Instead, it was inconsistent with her past image of a queen, which surprised Isadella herself and made her unable to help laughing.
"You are obviously hundreds of years old, but you always present yourself as a 17-year-old, spirited, black-haired boy in front of others. Aren't you just pretending to be young?" ”
"Now that you mention it, I do seem to be pretending to be young."
Char scratched his head.
“But I do think so all the time.”
"It's too difficult for me to play the role of a dignified person in a high position. It's okay to strike a pose occasionally when showing off in front of others, but if I have to act in a pretentious manner all the time, it would be too tiring."
"In that case, it's better to just follow your heart and live the way you want to live."
Xia picked up another can of drink and handed it to Isadella: "Would you like to try the happy water?"
Isadela took the drink, opened the metal pull ring like Char did, and took a sip.
The next moment, her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Is this drink expired or spoiled?"
She put down her drink.
He stood up and opened the double doors of the refrigerator.
Then, he took out a can of drink from the refrigerator. The packaging was different from the two cans that Yin had taken before. The drink was red instead of blue.
He pulled the ring again and took a small sip.
This time, Isadella nodded: "This red package is fine, but is the blue drink just now expired?"
“It tastes like toilet cleaner.”
"hiss……"
Char took a breath.
"I didn't expect that Your Majesty is as fond of delicious food as Xiao Ai."
"Delicious party?"
The silver-haired queen frowned. "What does this mean? Is this a new political party in the imperial capital? Why didn't Diris and Fioren ever mention it?"
"Nothing... I just feel that there might be some minor frictions in our married life."
Xia waved his hand, coughed lightly, and his complexion returned to normal.
"So, Your Majesty, you should know what I mean..."
"Since your childhood was lacking, there were too many things you didn't do, too many memories you couldn't recall—"
"Then why not make up for those regrets together in the future..."
"To create more memories?"
Isadella looked at the boy in front of her and took a sip of the Coke in her hand.
"Smooth-tongued fellow—"
"You haven't said the same sweet words to many people, have you?"
"but……"
Isadella smiled.
"I don't hate it."
At this moment.
She suddenly recalled what her deceased mother had said to her long ago.
“Life is a process of constant encounters and encounters.”
In the past, she didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.
However, Isadella now understands a little bit.
"Char... classmate?"
The clear and pleasant voice was now mixed with a bone-chilling chill.
This made Char shudder, and a few drops of the happy water in his hand, which Isadela called toilet cleaner, spilled out.
"Let Miss Sylvia and I prepare the meal..."
"Turn around, you're secretly flirting with Her Majesty, right?"
The blonde girl was wearing a white apron, her long light golden hair was tied into a neat ponytail, and she was dressed like a little cook.
At this moment, she was holding two pots of steaming food in her hands. When she looked at Xia, her eyes were cold, which was completely different from that of the cook.
A few drops of cold sweat rolled down Char's forehead. "If I ask Yin to come out and meet his mother whom he hasn't seen for five hundred years, will it work?"
“Will it work?”
Airola looked thoughtful, but the floor, which was being cut with tiny scratches by the sharp holy spear, revealed everything.
“Who knows?”
"Perhaps there will be."
"send."
The cold air of Shura Field enveloped the entire living room.
Along with it came the aroma of delicious food that lingered throughout the living room.
And on the other side.
Isadela just quietly watched the sweaty Char summon his army of pets, trying to get away with it in front of Aurora with his cuteness.
After an unknown amount of time, she uttered a soft, unheard whisper.
“Times like this.”
"It would be nice if it could continue..."
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