parentshiftbook Chapter 231 The White Queen
Chapter 231 The White Queen
Chapter 231 The White Queen
A witch's true love... what a rare thing! Xia'er savored the wicked pleasure of this potion recipe, and casually continued writing:
"It's really disgusting for people like us to talk about love."
"You should think about loving yourself, loving yourself, whether it's the female version of yourself now, or whatever."
"Fall in love with her, fall in love with you, no one can dislike a witch, that's the easiest thing to collect."
After finishing writing the letter, Chael rolled up the parchment and tossed it directly into the silver mirror in front of him. The mirror surface rippled like water.
The parchment was sent to a mirror world that the recipient could receive.
It sounds somewhat ironic that a true god would talk about true love.
"You're still here."
He looked up and saw the "Goddess of Beauty" Olnia who hadn't left. Although the question was somewhat redundant, it was still a gesture.
"Your Majesty the White Emperor, do you need an empress to assist you?"
The goddess Olnia, with her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, spoke with a mature charm, and her self-recommendation was incredibly alluring.
"Not really necessary."
Xia Er shook his head. Did he need help with the work?
The elves have their own system, and Goshinam will handle it well. He doesn't currently have his own church. As for the internal affairs of the Solomon Empire? You're kidding. Not to mention the omnipotent Arodes, as the White Emperor, how could he not have his own staff?
When "Goddess of Beauty" Olnia said she wanted to become empress, it was more of a political marriage than a genuine desire to help Chael with miscellaneous matters. Her fiancé was a Sequence 1 Archangel.
"I understand, you don't need me that much."
"But you are ultimately the future White Emperor of the Solomon Empire. You may not need a Sequence 1 Archangel, but you might need a Queen—and as the Goddess of Beauty, am I not the most suitable choice?"
"Goddess of Beauty" Olnia showed no sign of being disheartened by Chael's coldness. She crossed her legs, naturally displaying her long, slender legs, and spoke with a strong sense of confidence.
"You have a point."
Xia Er nodded upon hearing this; what the other person said did indeed make sense.
Although he is closer to Gohchinam, precisely because they are closer, there is no need for this.
Finding an empress is a trivial matter. Whether there is one, how many there are, and how often they are changed are not important. Would the lower classes of the Solomon Empire dare to question anything? Or would the nobles of the Solomon Empire really beg him to establish an empress as soon as possible?
Because it's a small matter, there's no need to overthink it.
"Vampire Queen" Olnia is suitable as a Sequence 1. She surpasses the ordinary Sequence 2, but does not surpass Sequence 1, and is not qualified to compete for the godhood.
Even if the "Goddess of Beauty" is just a pretty face, she's pleasing to the eye enough, and there aren't that many problems.
"You could have said so sooner."
"Then I won't need to confer upon you the title of Duke of the Solomon Empire, although this conferment is only verbal and there is no actual elaborate ceremony."
Xia Er agreed. If it were before, he might have considered the Night Emperor and the Terensist Empire that he knew well, trying his best not to let the timeline deviate from the trajectory he was familiar with. But now, he didn't care much. Now that he had become a god, there was no need to be timid.
He doesn't need to live like a secret lover.
"We'll definitely get along very well."
After receiving Chael's reply, the "Goddess of Beauty," or rather the "White Queen," smiled on her exquisite face. She walked gracefully to the enormous throne, sat directly in Chael's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and passionately kissed him.
It wasn't that she was devoid of emotion; on the contrary, Olnia's blood-red eyes were full of feeling. Chael wrapped his arms around her soft waist, his fingertips gently stroking her smooth, lustrous silver hair. The woman breathed slightly, the bloodlust in her eyes receding, replaced by an indescribable allure.
Chael lay on his side on the throne, watching Olnia's hands rest on his chest, her eyes filled with expectation and longing. Without him saying anything, she moved at her own pace, like a small boat at night, stretching her body with the rise and fall of the waves, feeling the comfort brought by the evening breeze.
All of this is very simple.
In the original timeline, the Night Emperor and the Goddess of Beauty needed to spend a long time together to develop genuine feelings.
Chael doesn't need that.
In the eyes of the "Goddess of Beauty," Olnia, facing such a newly ascended deity of elven origin, this White Emperor of the Solomon Empire...
Does Xia'er, who actually rules nearly a quarter of the territory of the Northern Continent and has a fairly good relationship with the Earth Mother Goddess, need to cultivate any additional feelings?
nonexistent.
Now that she is the White Queen, she should certainly enjoy this win-win moment with her beloved Chael.
Doesn't she love Chael now?
She certainly loved him; Chael, a part-time audience member, could clearly see the genuine emotion and love in her eyes.
Did Chael love her? He probably did. The strange melody formed by the various sounds mingling in the royal palace was the most obvious... expression of their love.
At least both sides are satisfied with this sincere, full, and warm...emotion.
The Fifth Age.
Unable to sleep at night, Xia Er got up and asked Fors to come out.
He didn't have any particular ideas; he just wanted to appreciate the moon and indulge in a bit of refined taste.
The moon in the sky is crimson, the moon on the ground is snow-white; one is alluring, the other is elegant—both are exquisite colors.
Tuesday, October 12th.
That morning, Klein pulled Emlyn above the gray fog. Klein looked at Emlyn with suspicion. In this day and age, it seemed rather unwise that someone would dare to pray to an unknown evil god like the Fool.
Why are you praying to me?
Klein took the initiative.
Before Emlyn could react, he instinctively replied, "This is a revelation from the First One. He told us through a dream that the end times are coming and we must prepare. And I am one of the key figures. My task is to pray to the Fool and greet the Hermit."
ha?
Klein looked at this guy with a puzzled expression. Putting aside the fact that the progenitor of vampires had long since perished, even if he hadn't died, why would he arrange for you to pray to the Fool and then greet the Hermit? What the hell was that?
"What did your ancestors want to tell me?"
Klein began to probe.
"have no idea."
Emlyn shook his head blankly; he hadn't heard that he needed to pass on a message.
"And that one?"
Klein, suppressing his speechlessness, decided to inquire about the hermit.
Judging from what the other person said, this hermit still exists? And this person knows the progenitor of vampires?
"have no idea."
Emlyn shook his head again, and Klein's fist hardened.