RLAAQ - Chapter 18 < Use Me As Bait >
Refusing Love As A Queen
The second before the war horses were about to cross each other, Dalton deflected the tip of his gun.
The next moment, Prince Arthur's lance struck him.
Dalton fell backward from his horse and fell to the ground. Prince Arthur was slightly inferior to him, but he was an equally difficult character
Hell!
Dalton wished that cruel woman could see with her own eyes that he would show mercy to her. Her future husband's brother would like to kill him!
Dalton heard the sound of his bones hitting metal, and his head hit hard.
The smell of blood surged up, and the smell of rust filled his breath.
The sun was high in the sky, and the edges of the armor were boiling hot. He pushed open his mask and saw only countless dazzling round bright spots in his field of vision. Prince Arthur's horse galloped past, and the dust kicked up by its iron hoofs covered him. He heard the crowd cheering, countless times louder than when he won.
Lineage, surname.
It was really a heartwarming show. His eleven consecutive victories brought glory to Prince Arthur, and the arrogant civilian boy fell to the hands of the noble Prince.
He pressed the ground, sat up, and raised his head despite feeling dizzy.
The audience's cheers stopped for a moment.
In the smoke, the Queen stepped down from the high platform and walked towards him. Dalton couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could only see the hem of the rich red dress rising and falling in the dust. Her facial features were blurred in the light and wind, and Dalton smelled the fragrance of midsummer roses in the blood. His hands still had some strength, so he tried to stand up.
Da da da.
The rapid sound of horse hooves came back.
Prince Arthur took off his helmet, his golden hair flying in the wind, and his face showed the aftermath of a fierce battle. He was bright red and her hair was a little messy. But all the ladies present couldn't help cheering for him and shouting his name.
He reined in Adele on her way and dismounted.
The next moment, the uproar reached a boiling point.
In the dust of the battlefield, Prince Arthur knelt down on one knee.
Dalton's iron-gloved fingers clawed deeply into the hard ground. His face was hidden under the shadow of the helmet's visor, and he looked at the Prince in silver armor and the Queen who was walking towards him not far away.
The wind carried Prince Arthur's voice.
Dalton licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes getting colder.
Prince Arthur looked at the Queen standing in the fierce wind and dust with fascination. Behind her was the forest of iron spears on the edge of the arena pointing straight into the sky. Her skirt was fluttering in the wind like a suddenly unfurled battle flag. A woman...A woman who stands in the world of armor and swords with an unchanging expression.
Vaguely, Prince Arthur felt that he had caught a hint of a premonition.
About what is truly suitable for Queen Roland and what is her most perfect side.
Troubled times, conspiracies, blood, and the Queen who breaks through all of this.
"Please allow me, with the courage given by the Laurel Crown, in the witness of the gods,"
Prince Arthur held the sword in his right hand and pressed his left hand on his knee.
"To propose to you, the noblest and most perfect goddess of victory in the world. Request - I beg you, please use your mercy and sympathy to grant a suitor who has gone crazy for you, and please grant him the mercy of eternal life."
In the audience, the Count of the Root Empire gradually turned pale. He leaned over and spoke to the attendant beside him.
"Did you hear clearly in whose name he was proposing to the Queen?"
The attendant did not dare to answer.
"Scandal...Damn it."
The Count of the Root Empire almost fainted, Gods above! They came to propose marriage for the Emperor, not for Prince Arthur! Everyone knows that he is His Majesty’s representative, not himself!
"...In the name of my Emperor, Orsis Melville."
The Count breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair, sweat soaking his whole body in an instant.
Fortunately, fortunately, Prince Arthur has not forgotten his identity and responsibilities. It's just a boy's infatuation. He knows what he should do. The Count consoled himself thus.
But there is always an uneasiness that lingers.
Adele looked at Prince Arthur who was kneeling on one knee in front of her, and he reluctantly added the last sentence.
Under everyone's gaze, she gave a final smile and stretched out her hand to Prince Arthur.
Prince Arthur held it tightly and placed a long kiss on it.
Behind them, Dalton sat on his knees in the dust without getting up, and his hands, which were still bleeding, rested casually on his knees. He watched this scene without blinking. The sun was shining brightly, and the handsome Prince won the beauty for his brother.
It was fucking brilliant.
After a moment of silence, everyone stood up and applauded.
With thunderous applause, Prince Arthur stood up and devoutly placed the winning rose crown on the Queen's head.
"Your beauty is breathtaking."
He whispered as he kissed her cheek. If he was proposing for himself, he should kiss her soft lips at this moment. But as the oath said, he was proposing to his brother, the young and promising Emperor in everyone's eyes.
"You will be the Empress of the Root Empire."
"Orsis? Or..."
Adele also lowered her voice, with that perfect and touching smile on her face.
"You?"
Prince Arthur smiled and said nothing.
Afterward, Adele pushed him away and turned to give some instructions to the officials who came up.
Dalton stood up nonchalantly without knowing what happened. When he fell off the horse, the corners of his lips were touched and stained with blood. The Queen whispered "Thank you" as she passed him.
She is truly worthy of being a monarch trained by the Heinrich family.
The adjutant asked him if he wanted to rest first.
Prince Arthur didn't hold back at all with his last shot.
Dalton shook his head and refused.
He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Prince Arthur in the crowd who turned to speak to Adele, and suddenly showed a sarcastic smile.
The way Prince Arthur looked at her was not looking at his future sister-in-law, but like looking at his own wife.
"Let's go."
Dalton said slowly. The humiliating defeat just now didn't seem to have much impact on him. This is the scariest thing about him. All the humiliation he suffered will only make him stronger.
"Let's go talk to the Count of Root."
The adjutant was surprised by his tone.
The last time Dalton spoke in this tone was when he was engaged in spiritual warfare.
When he first joined the war, Dalton was not very prominent among the New Theocratic sect. What made him stand out was a battle that would have seemed certain to death to a normal person. The number of troops of the Old God Sect was ten times his. No one thought he could survive, and even those belonging to the New God Sect camp did not send reinforcements.
But it was at that time that Dalton slit the throat of the nobleman who had previously robbed him of his military glory on the battlefield.
"Remember, if you fall in love with a woman in the future."
Dalton casually patted the adjutant's shoulder with his gun.
"Don't fall in love with one with thorns and venom."
Otherwise, you will go crazy.
***
“What do you want to do? Should I find a sculptor for you immediately? Carve the tombstone for you?”
Heinrich was going crazy. He could hardly maintain his aristocratic status. He spoke appropriately and quickly.
"First it was the brown bear, then it was Belladonna. Are you still not awake enough? How many people want to kill you now?"
"Calm down, Sir Heinrich."
Adele Carefully read the classics respected by the Old Gods.
She sat behind the white curtains, with the book on her knees. She wore a smaller and lighter crown, with vines made of sterling silver setting off the gems in it. The style was somewhat similar to another one she had worn when she was a Princess.
There was nothing on her face that showed any shyness of a young girl to be engaged.
For her, agreeing to propose was just signing a contract that was necessary at a certain time.
"Isn't this our plan?"
She asked.
After Prince Arthur successfully proposed to Emperor Root, the entire Roland court quickly took action for this purpose.
Emperor Root himself would not come to Roland until the engagement ceremony, and before that the celebrations were held by Prince Arthur. In order to announce to the people of Roland that their Queen was finally getting married, the Royal Council decided to hold a celebration on the Queen's coronation day.
Of course, this is only on the surface.
Adele's real purpose is to take this opportunity to draw out the remaining dangerous power of the Old God Sect and catch them all in one fell swoop. Her acceptance of Emperor Root's proposal was, in the eyes of some church people, equivalent to her determination to replace the old gods with new ones. The Temple Knights, who were hiding in the dark, could no longer remain indifferent.
It was just the previous Belladonna and "treason" incidents that made these people alert.
During this period, no matter how much the Queen stimulated them, they remained dormant.
The proposal celebration will be their time to take action.
In order to ensure the safety of the Queen, they formulated a series of detailed measures before the celebration. In a rare moment of agreement, Dalton and Heinrich agreed that the parade aspect of the traditional celebration must be canceled.
During the parade, the Queen was so close to the people that the assassins would revel in their excitement.
"They are not fools."
Adele said calmly.
"The dance is so targeted, no matter how stupid they are, they still know what we want to do. Only the parade, we know the risks involved, and they also know that only this can make people happy. They act. If this is the case, then let me do it and use me as bait."
She said firmly.
Heinrich couldn't find a reason to refute her, so he could only sit down slumped gritted his teeth, and said.
"Can you guarantee your own safety? Who will guarantee your safety?"
"Me."
The door was pushed open, and the person who interrupted the normal conversation was leaning against the door, wearing the dazzling gold and ruby rose on his shoulder.
Dalton raised his gun and knocked on the door.
There was a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes at all.
"Excuse me, Lord Heinrich."
He said.
"It's time for me to have some private time with Her Majesty the Queen."
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