In the Name of Empress-Chapter 612 - 356: I Want to Be the Only One

Of course not.

Competing with Sylph in charm is as absurd as matching power with Sofia.

She possesses the charm advantages of both humans and elves; her beauty is naturally flawless.

Alina isn’t being modest, just a bit resigned.

She could speak, but Roland couldn’t respond.

He smiled and said, "Everyone has their unique charm, your independence and confidence can’t be learned by others."

Roland wasn’t just flattering; Alina truly is the embodiment of an independent woman of this era.

If she were to marry, even if only to Roland alone, her aura would lose much of its luster.

Successful in career, renowned in power, beautiful without being vulgar, she doesn’t succumb to conventional marriage.

Such a woman would be cool even in the 21st Century, let alone in the Enlightenment Era.

Singlehood is part of Alina’s charm.

Roland had nothing to say, so he hugged Alina tightly, giving her the fiercest warmth.

Embraced by Roland, Alina’s body felt as warm as a small furnace.

She finally couldn’t bear it, biting her lip and whispering softly, "If you’re free, then..."

Roland responded through action.

He couldn’t understand Alina’s heartbeat, after all, the armor protecting her heart was rather thick.

But he felt Alina’s body temperature rising.

Like a blazing fire.

Roland, as a firefighter, started to extinguish the fire, calming the flames he had ignited.

Roland only left Alina’s mansion at noon.

No one noticed his calves slightly trembling.

Perhaps because he didn’t know when they would meet again next, or because of Roland’s understanding and respect, or the desire to leave a legacy for the family early, Alina’s passion was enough to make an Enchanting Demon envious.

Roland, sweating profusely, finally managed to leave that long tug of war with dignity.

The warm spring sun shone on him, slightly restoring his stamina.

Thinking of Alina’s passion last night and her calmness this morning, Roland mused that being at the top of the power pyramid allows one to gain enviable power but also lose much.

Sylph could never reunite with her father like a normal family.

Sofia could never feel the warmth of family.

Alina, respecting public sentiment, could only be his lover.

Christine had to preserve the Wende Empire to repay her teacher’s past care.

Even Sister Lisa, who was once extraordinarily simple, had to stand for her homeland, the Talia Kingdom.

Everyone has things they must do.

And he is no exception.

Roland found a restaurant to feast and replenish the extreme energy drained from last night, comparable to the exhaustion of a hundred battles, as his scattered spirit gradually gathered.

He squinted his eyes and began to sort out his thoughts.

In front of Sofia, he must appear composed as if everything is under control, yet the Tirol Kingdom is not easy to deal with.

It’s unclear how deeply the Dark Race has infiltrated this country, or what the attitudes of the non-Dark Race Odin descendants are towards the Dark Race; he lacks useful information.

Sofia killed too quickly.

According to his understanding, rather than killing Queen Sisi, it would be better to bind her and slowly interrogate her.

After all, she is a Dark Race Pathfinder, surely her intelligence is unlike any other.

Sofia might have satisfied her desire to kill, but the difficulty of the aftermath increased exponentially.

Roland has a general idea but still many details need to be deliberated.

After enjoying lunch, he walked alone to Val City Hall.

He is the Caesar of the Sussex Empire, Prime Minister of Jin Yuan Republic, Cardinal Minister of the Vladimir Empire, and the Honorary Governor of Val City State.

Therefore, he also has his own office in Val City State.

The Guard Captain at the door recognized Roland, saluting him with slight nervousness.

The new recruit beside the Guard Captain didn’t recognize Roland, confusedly following the captain’s salute, yet unable to comprehend Roland’s identity.

Seeing Roland’s youthful appearance, outstanding demeanor, and dressed in lavish casual wear, he instinctively thought Roland was a young master or a wealthy heir.

He didn’t have much respect for such people.

As Roland’s silhouette disappeared at the staircase, he couldn’t help but remark, "Captain, I’ve never seen you so tense. Is this person of great importance?"

The Guard Captain looked at the recruit with clear eyes, pondered for a moment, and slowly said:

"He has many identities, but any one of them could make our homeland vanish completely."

The recruit was terrified, his lips turning slightly white, stutteringly asking, "Is he a Monarch of a great nation?"

The Guard Captain looked at the recruit like an idiot, sighed, and said, "Monarch? He’s not a Monarch, but he can sway the decisions of three superpower Monarchs and a Pope."

"At least three and a half!"

Thinking of Sofia’s forcefulness, the Guard Captain corrected his exaggerated statement.

Empress Sofia’s decisions, Roland could decide half.

As for Sylph and Alina, Roland’s will is akin to divine will.

The recruit wanted to ask more but was stopped by the Guard Captain.

"Alright, young man don’t think too much, do your job well, be less impulsive, and work hard!"

The recruit was so frightened he broke out in a cold sweat, immediately standing up straight, no longer speaking nonsense.

Just as the guards were discussing Roland, he had already returned to his office.

Entering the Honorary Governor’s office, Roland looked at the dust-free room and the orderly bookshelf, feeling somewhat emotional.

Val City indeed lives up to its reputation as the former central city of the continent and the center of international exchanges, doing things the right way.

Although he is merely the honorary governor by name, Val City State’s respect for him didn’t stay just on the surface.

As soon as he sat down, a knock was heard, and a sweet voice of at least four plus points sounded from outside the door.