Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 435 - 220:

"Here, not only is it Your Majesty’s territory, but it is also the homeland of Ennie and me."

"And I am, after all, your Swordbearer, your Black Knight."

Shiayar reached out and stroked the long leg wrapped in black silk resting on his lap.

Among the ladies he knew, each had their own appeal.

However, at least in terms of long legs, both Ennie and Silvia fell slightly short compared to Isadella.

Perhaps only his matured Golden Elf Master could compare, but it was a pity that it had been a long time since Shiayar had seen her matured form.

His childhood impressions of Hathaway mostly remained with his Master’s flat chest, which was no different from Ennie’s, and he never cared about those minor details.

"So, Your Majesty."

"If you feel tired, you can also try relying on me for once."

Shiayar enjoyed the pleasure of caressing Her Majesty the Empress’s thighs.

Meanwhile, he took the document applying for Duke Leo’s appointment as Southern Inspector from Isadella’s hand.

Isadella did not resist, but instead added another leg over his.

She leaned against Shiayar’s shoulder and gently closed her crimson eyes, as if resting with her eyes shut.

"Yes... I nearly forgot."

"Back in the chaotic times before the Empire’s establishment, ’Black Knight’ Cain was hailed by the Knights of the Round Table as an ’Outstanding Strategist.’"

"Not only was he a fierce fighter on the battlefield, but he also managed several dealings within the Knights Alliance Forces, as well as overseeing military arrangements and governing the people in the territories."

"Such a talented strategist, capable both in governance and combat, ended up living like a slacker after the Fourth Epoch, never engaging in the Empire’s affairs..."

Isadella gently wrapped her arms around Shiayar’s neck.

"Am I right to assume that someone feels like they’ve maxed out their affection with me and successfully captured me, so now they’re just lying back and doing nothing?"

Shiayar felt a few drops of sweat trickle down his temple.

He had to admit there was a part of him that thought that way.

As if, in a dating sim, he’d completed a heroine’s route and unlocked the ending CG, after which he could simply relax.

But unfortunately, reality isn’t a dating simulation, and the Empress before him isn’t a paper character in a GalGame that you can leave alone once you’ve maxed out her affection.

"Let me first have a look at the document for Your Majesty."

He wiped the cold sweat from his temple and looked at the document in hand.

However, after reading about Duke Leo for a short while, Shiayar started to feel a bit tense.

"Your Majesty, I’m guilty."

"What crime? The crime of betraying the Lord?"

Isadella spoke softly without opening her eyes.

"No—"

"Your Majesty, have you read the recent novel published by the Royal Book Society called ’The War of the Three Nations’?"

"No, I haven’t had much time for novels recently."

Isadella, with her half-closed enchanting eyes, seemed truly overwhelmed by the Empire’s affairs.

"It’s a novel I wrote, to be accurate, it’s a piece from an unknown history passed down in my hometown, and I’m just the porter."

Shiayar sighed: "At the beginning of that book, it describes an ambitious man who realizes that his dynasty is in decline, with the court in turmoil, so he resigns his court position under the pretense of stabilizing the region for the court and requests to serve as a regional governor."

"As a governor, he would be above all local officials, known as abolishing history and establishing governors."

His mind couldn’t help but think of some Boss Liu who, with his eight-foot-long spear, knocked on the floor: "Of course, his real intent was merely to race ahead of the impending collapse of unity and become a warlord within the chaos."

This so-called smart Duke Leo isn’t being led astray like this, is he?

Dyres mused aloud: "Speaking of which, the Swordbearer did indeed gather information..."

"Duke Leo once drunkenly misspoke at a noble banquet, saying, ’Better to be an Earth Emperor in the Southern Territory than a minister in the Empire Capital."

Though there were no such positions as the Three Excellencies in the Empire, Dyres, having read that book, naturally understood the reference.

No choice; it was a book written by Shiayar and also served as Dyres’s precious material for dreamweaving.

It had long been read secretly by her countless times, even memorized backwards.

"Hopeless, this so-called genius."

Shiayar held his forehead.

Boss Liu’s abolishing and establishing of governors was premised on a world view without extraordinary powers.

In a Western Continent where might belongs to the individual, plotting as a warlord.

Is he really not afraid of the Empress’s wrath, where the Sacred Sword’s energy might sweep across three thousand miles, beheading him in the Empire Capital?

"I see..."

Beside Shiayar, Isadella nodded.

Though she hadn’t read the ’War of the Three Nations’ mentioned by Shiayar and Dyres, with the mental power of the Throne, understanding the essence of their conversation wasn’t hard.

"I understand."

Her tone was casual and indifferent.

At the same time, several silent messages passed into Dyres’s ear, prompting her to respond with a respectful yes.

"Then, Student Shiayar."

"Please excuse me for taking my leave first."

The Succubus Queen in a white dress spoke softly, glancing reluctantly at Shiayar, then raised her dress, bidding farewell to Shiayar and Isadella with a standard noble salute.

In the next moment, her figure faded and disappeared.

Shiayar silently mourned for a second for the Duke Leo he had never met.

Brother, farewell.

Though I’m glad that the book I copied from Earth has had such a great impact in this otherworld, even attracting skilled practitioners like you.

But unfortunately, you’ve disturbed my household’s tiger number three.

"That’s the end of trivial matters."

"Now, let’s talk about serious business."

Only then did Isadella open her crimson enchanting eyes.

She gazed intently at Shiayar.

As if the earlier plot of a duke’s rebellion was a trivial matter not worth mentioning in her eyes.

"The First Era, and the issue concerning the 1st Page Eternity at the Black Tower, involving your Golden Elf Instructor, is unresolved, isn’t it?"

"Shiayar, what do you plan to do?"