In the Name of Empress-Chapter 594 - 350: Deadly Temptation (Part 2)

Taking advantage of everyone's curiosity being piqued, Roland briefly explained the definition of the coalition army.

The crowd suddenly realized.

Besides a special mobile unit, Roland also planned to form the Rodinian coalition army to create a formidable fighting force through the advantage of scale and collective strength.

This army does not rely on Transcendents but on technology archeology and the re-equipping of the Magic Armor Corps with Magic Crystal Stones.

As long as there is a rapid breakthrough in technology (archeology), this army can create a powerful force to rival the gods with mere mortal bodies.

The mobile unit is just a special force for transitional emergencies; this is the main force in Roland's mind.

Reinhardt suddenly understood and also set aside his doubts.

If Roland gave him the biggest benefits, he would definitely suspect it was a trap.

Since it was a secondary benefit, then it might still be trustworthy.

The loss in Christine's eyes vanished, replaced by a radiant glow.

It had to be her.

Who else but her could oversee the formation, operation, and command of a million-strong new army?

Facing Roland's invitation, Christine cleared her throat, biting her lip with a slight reserve.

"Roland, I wouldn't say I'm modest, but I..."

"Then don't be modest, it's you," Roland interrupted Christine's self-deprecation with a smile.

Their gazes lightly touched in the air and then shifted away.

As Christine took up the Dragon Slaying Statue, representing the command of the coalition army, this continental conference was essentially over.

Subsequently, professionals from various countries began detailed consultations on issues related to politics, military, diplomacy, trade, and archeological ruins, among other aspects.

Naturally, Roland did not have to worry about these small matters.

Next, he planned to enjoy a few days of vacation in Hansa City under the guise of attending the conference.

He had been apart from Sif for only a few days, yet it felt like an eternity.

Taking advantage of Sofia's absence, he decided to indulge himself with a holiday.

However, his beautiful vacation did not go smoothly.

Too many people sought him out, and his days were abnormally busy.

To Roland's surprise, the first person to find him was Queen Sisi.

He had harshly rejected her proposal at the conference; he was unsure what this woman wanted now.

Though he internally categorized her as a potential enemy, since they hadn't openly turned against each other yet, Roland didn't mind feigning civility with her.

Sif did not oppose Roland meeting this woman; however, before the meeting, she casually spoke words with an implicit warning.

"This Queen Sisi has had fifteen men; her husband is incredibly tolerant."

"Haha, I knew she was a social butterfly, but I didn't expect it to be this exaggerated. She is the national goddess of the Tirol Kingdom, after all. I wonder what her citizens would think if they knew the truth."

Roland teased with a laugh.

Sif replied calmly, "Of course, they wouldn't believe it. They would hypnotize themselves into thinking it's slander and even fight tooth and nail with the informant. People only accept truths they are willing to accept."

Roland stifled his amusement and lowered his voice, saying, "She's not just a harlot but also a pioneer of dark tendrils extending into this world."

Sif's pupils contracted suddenly, "Did Christine say that?"

"Yes, her appearance coincides precisely with the second line of the prophetic poem."

"I understand. Do you need me to call someone to help?" Sif asked softly.

"No, you don't understand at all. Queen Sisi is just a pawn scouting the path; capturing her is useless. It would only alert the enemy. Better to pretend as if we know nothing and play along with her."

Sif suddenly realized and smiled, "This Queen Sisi is probably still dreaming of luring you with her charm to gain benefits, not knowing she is the prey. I'll leave this to you while I go out for a walk."

...

In the lounge, Roland received Queen Sisi politely but coldly.

Seeing Roland's indifferent expression, Queen Sisi lowered her head slightly and murmured softly, "Are you still angry because I wanted to become the commander of the mobile unit?"

"Lady Sisi, if you are here to talk nonsense, I suggest you leave now. Our time is precious."

Roland was not buying Queen Sisi's indirect apology.

Unaware that her true identity had been exposed, Queen Sisi casually took off her lace gloves, placing them on the table, and inadvertently displayed her bare hands in front of Roland.

Roland had seen many beautiful girls.

Most of these girls came from noble backgrounds; they did not need to undertake heavy labor or battle with smoke in the kitchen, allowing them to have very delicate hands.

Sister Lisa's hands were once a bit rough, but after being reborn in magma, her skin had become exceptionally beautiful.

Sif's fair hands, Alina's slender fingers, Lisa's gentle touch, Christine's purity, and even Sofia's icy coolness—their hands were beautifully unique in their own right.

He did not think Queen Sisi's removal of her gloves could stir any emotion in his heart.

Yet, the hands displayed in front of Roland were flawless, much like meticulously carved mutton fat jade, with no blemishes, soft to perfection.

If Sif and the others had beautifully slender hands typical of a lovely girl, Queen Sisi's hands seemed like an extension of her body, a natural integration.

They were not grown, but had always existed.

Roland even had the illusion that these hands led directly to a realm of pure beauty, and Queen Sisi herself was the beautiful woman attached to these hands.

As his right hand lifted, the number Sif had mentioned hovered in Roland's mind.

Fifteen.

No matter how exquisite Queen Sisi's beauty was, he had no desire to be hole brothers with fifteen unknown male entities.

Moreover, her feminine allure did not surpass Sif's.

Roland's lips curled into a slight smile.