RLAAQ - Chapter 19
Refusing Love As A Queen
In a moment of crushing bones and sucking marrow, whether angry or exhausted, Heinrich's face disappeared completely.
Without a word, he stood up and blocked Dalton's path.
Dalton was keenly aware that his eyes became particularly cold when they fell on his shoulders. He didn’t know the specific reason, but that didn’t stop him from taking advantage of it.
"You seem to like this thing very much, so I’m sorry that I can’t give it to you. However, it’s not difficult to build a similar one with your financial resources, right? Lord Heinrich."
The sound of the tide sounded in my ears again.
"Then congratulations in advance, sir."
Heinrich replied coldly.
"I hope you can find a suitable tailor and embroider it on the cloak as soon as possible."
But don't lose your life too soon. Not even a chance to embroider it.
Dalton read the subtext, his smile fading slightly, and he twirled his flintlock. Heinrich dodged the shot fired on the night of the mutiny, but now he didn't have a horse to take his death.
"That's enough."
Before the shot was fired, Adele, who was watching, finally said, her voice was soft.
"Go out, Lord Heinrich. Dalton and I have something to say."
This time the Queen did not say "get out", but Dalton was happy to see that the effect of those words was still about the same as a slap on Heinrich's face.
When the two of them passed each other, they saw undisguised hostility and murderous intent in each other's eyes.
"Your mentor seems to want to kill me."
Dalton closed the door with his backhand, held the gun, and walked in briskly.
"Everyone says that students will learn what they are best at from their teachers. Tell me, Is that so? My dear Her Majesty the Queen."
"Sir Dalton."
Adele did not answer his question. She frowned and looked at him.
"Our Imperial Marshal can't even afford a better doctor. Have you?"
"I have to teach the person who gave me the rose to see if the bitter thorns on her rose left me something good, right?"
Dalton replied sharply, full of resentment that he was unaware of.
Adele raised her eyebrows slightly.
Her eyebrows are not as soft as those of ordinary aristocratic ladies. The tips of her eyebrows are long and thin. When she raises her eyebrows, it feels like a thin blade.
"Come here," she said, "come closer to me."
She used her usual commanding tone, but it also had her own soft and sweet tone... Could it be that she had spiders, creatures that witches loved so much? Soul, right? No matter when she always has a way to touch a man's nerves and control them with invisible threads.
After a stalemate for a while, Dalton walked over, although his eyes were still cold.
"You must be the stupidest knight."
Adele said softly.
"No smart guy would let a girl stand up and check his wounds."
"This is a good thing done by your future husband's brother."
Dalton blurted out as he knelt on the cushions in front of the Queen's chair and found his anger rising again.
"When he knelt before you, did he perfectly meet your standards for an excellent knight?"
Adele closed the book and put it aside.
Her index finger and thumb pinched Dalton's chin, and Dalton reflexively tightened his grip on the gun. He had never been in the habit of exposing his throat to others, but Adele's force was gentle but could not be refused. She leaned over to examine the wounds on his face, her hair falling over his shoulders.
"You seem to be very angry with me."
Adele pressed a handkerchief soaked in potion to his cheek, on the bone. This handkerchief has been ready and set aside. The coldness on the handkerchief penetrated through the thin layer of muscles and into the burning bones.
"Are you accusing me? Why?"
Dalton's anger, which had subsided slightly due to the coldness of the handkerchief, rose again, and Dalton pushed her hand away.
"Why?"
Dalton was angry and angry.
"You set a trap for yourself. Now why are you asking me? Didn't the rumors come from you? Didn't Heinrich's actions come from you? Aren't you already thinking about how to get rid of my knife that is no longer needed?"
"Yes."
Dalton didn't realize what she said at first.
Until Adele put the handkerchief on the table aside, she no longer sat sideways, which was a more casual posture, but turned around and sat like she was sitting on a throne, with her hands folded on her lap. A pair of magnificent eyes looked at him condescendingly.
"If you must know," Adele said clearly, "Yes, it's me." "
"Then you should kill me. Anyway, now that you have reconciled with your mentor, who is famous as the 'Two-Headed Snake' Couldn't the Heinrich family find one or two deadly poisons?"
Dalton said sharply.
"Because Roland needs a general."
Adele replied.
"A general who is good enough to welcome the Root Empire's army. Apart from you, there is no other soldier who can shoulder the responsibility."
Okay, so that's what it's for.
***
Dalton felt like a complete fool for blurting out in the studio that he was willing to lead the fleet for her. She was waiting for this sentence. He clearly wanted to see her and Prince Arthur together on purpose.
"Okay. Okay!"
Dalton almost jumped up from the ground and paced the hall angrily.
"Why don't you just smash my bones and suck my marrow?"
The gun is in his hand. With just one bullet, everything can be over. His army is enough to allow him to control it in the shortest time. The capital of the empire. The summer palace is full of his men, no one can break in and save her, as long as he pulls the trigger, as long as he aims at her... then everything can be back on track.
He is not a loyal knight anyway!
Adele looked at him without saying a word.
He drew his gun and pointed it at her. The muzzle of the gun was dark, and the smell of blood and death lingered around the gun. The two sides faced off for a long time. For a while, they stared at each other like two wolves. But no one spoke.
"Fuck,"
Dalton cursed and dropped the gun.
He threw himself on the Queen and kissed her gnawingly. This femme fatale with rose eyes and a heart of stone. So soon, he tasted blood again in his mouth.
Adele slapped him again mercilessly, on the injured side of his cheek. Damn it, she would strike hard at any painful spot. Dalton fell off his horse and hit his head on the head during the day. Now he was hit by her, an angry slap like a she-wolf, which made him feel dizzy again.
He had to let her go, spat a mouthful of blood on the carpet next to him, and sneered.
"You should be used to being slapped on my face, right?"
"You deserve this slap."
Adele breathing slightly, she picked up a stack of documents from the table
"That night, I wanted to give it to you."
"It's hard for you to endure it until now. You can give it to me then."
"I'll give it to you. We can send you to Wyhall Prison at that time!"
Dalton gritted his teeth.
Adele threw the stack of documents at him, and pieces of paper were scattered. A piece of paper flashed across Dalton's eyes, and a name on it caught his attention.
'Robert Dalton' This was a document about his paperwork.
"I know you."
Adele said, her voice no longer soft and sweet, but it contained something terrible that people didn't want to touch.
"Before the mutiny, before."
Dalton grabbed the piece of paper and saw clearly that it was a congressional impeachment document about him. The time was September 7, 1555, not long after the Queen's coronation. The second conflict between the New God Sect and the Old God Sect occurred. At that time, the Old God Sect was well prepared for the chaos of the throne transfer, and the New God Sect was suppressed to the point where it was difficult to extinguish.
During that time, his life was not very easy.
It was a secret instrument drawn up by the House of Lords, bypassing the House of Commons. It was submitted directly to the newly crowned Queen. Logically speaking, the Queen at that time had just been crowned for a month and could hardly stand up to Parliament.
However, the Queen dismissed it.
Dalton felt as if he had been punched hard in the face and could not say anything.
He squatted down to pick up other documents and see what was written on them.
Adele stood up and walked around him.
"What do you care about?"
She asked softly.
"You think I don't know what you care about? Civilian, it is a painful mark for you, isn't it? How much injustice do you feel you have suffered? I can't deny this, at least as far as I know, there are at least a dozen people who rose to power based on your military exploits. I know as well as you what this country is like."
Adele raised her head, took a deep breath, and then closed her eyes
"When I was eight years old, I witnessed my mother being sent to the guillotine. When I was nine years old, I was pushed into the lake by my father's mistress. When I was thirteen years old, I was deprived of my Princess status. I was fifteen years old. Exiled... I know as well as you what this country is like, both powerful and empty, both glorious and decadent. Discrimination, harsh criticism, and oppression."
Her voice was so calm as if someone had walked on those bloody roads, not herself.
"I don't like the way it is, and I am determined to change it."
Therefore, there was the first fair and strict Queen in Roland's history.
"I hope that all talented people, whether nobles or commoners, can be reused. I hope that all those who fight bloody battles can get the rewards they deserve. I hope that I can do all this, at least I can work hard to do it all."
Adele opened her hands and stared at them.
"Both civilians and nobles, they are all my people. "
Dalton smoothed out a document.
In July 1556, Queen Adele vetoed the parliament's proposal to let an Earl take over the defense of the port of Cohemia, insisting on nominating him to hand over this responsibility.
"I didn't see you."
Adele said,
"But I am watching you. I know all the battles you have participated in. I know all your hidden talents. I know you want to prove that the common people are not inferior to the nobles. I will give you what you want and sincerely hope that it can make your journey on the thorny road smoother. For this reason, I did not hesitate to veto Heinrich's request and create a gap with him. "
Adele slowly squatted down in front of Dalton. Documents were scattered around them.
"I asked you to participate in military exercises. I wanted you to become the Marshal of the Empire. This is what you deserve."
She picked up a piece of paper from the ground and placed it in front of Dalton,
"However, it seems that you can get it yourself. " A letter of appointment as Marshal of the Empire written on July 15th. Adele is still smiling. Dalton would rather she give him another slap in the face now, it doesn't matter more.
"Look, what have I got?"
She seemed to be asking him, but also seemed to be asking herself,
"Look, how many opportunities have I given you, and what have you done? It's you, not me, who has a problem with the word 'civilian'. "
She finally no longer concealed the deep hatred, and her eyes stared at his.
Dalton found that he was so regretful and afraid to see the hatred in her eyes.
"Give me -"
"Get out. Go out!"
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