The most difficult thing is to be a power minister who holds all the authority.

You either usurp the throne or die disgraced.

Very few power ministers can land safely, ending well.

Unless you give him a title, give him land, so that his descendants can enjoy generous treatment.

The credit for establishing and seizing power is too great, even a hereditary duke is somewhat insufficient.

Teacher Wald said it must be higher than a duke.

At the time, she naturally thought it was a grand duke like the Jinquehua family, but now she understands.

She was really naive, truly.

Roland and she are very close, trusting each other, and no matter what title Roland is given, there will be no problem between them.

But what about the next generation?

The descendants of a grand duke may not be as loyal as the grand duke himself.

After she and Roland die, will Roland's descendants have other ideas?

The Grand Dukes of Sussex already have a status and power similar to the King, having independent financial and military authority, making them potential traitors.

Granting Roland the title of Grand Duke of the Three Overseas Provinces is practically digging a pit for future generations.

There is only one solution.

Make Roland a Prince.

Her children will be his children; why differentiate between them?

Was this what Teacher Wald meant?!

Sif suddenly realized, her cheeks instantly turned as red as the evening sky.

She remembered the moment of near-death last night.

At that time, her brief life quickly flashed before her eyes.

Apart from childhood memories, there was only Roland, Roland, Roland.

Before meeting Roland, her life was carefree but also boring.

Roland holds a special meaning for her.

She originally thought it surpassed everything as friendship, but last night she realized.

There is no pure friendship between men and women unless there's a matter of sexual orientation or appearance.

People always fail to see their own intentions unless something major happens.

Last night, when Sif almost died, she understood her own heart.

She secretly glanced at Roland, observing his calm eyes, somewhat unsure.

Does Roland like her?

He should like her; after all, the Magic Mirror said she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

But there is a Lisa by his side.

They grew up together, familiar with each other, with a solid emotional foundation.

Sif felt a bit flustered.

She knew that Lisa held a very special place in Roland's heart, and they often interacted very intimately.

Could it be that the person Roland loves is her?

Sif's heart was in turmoil.

What to do?

She believed that in many ways she was better than Lisa, but Lisa outshone her in many other ways.

Even if Roland had ninety-nine reasons to choose her, he also had one reason to choose Lisa: their strong emotional foundation.

If not for what happened last night, Sif wouldn't think too much and would even pretend to graciously bless Roland.

But now she couldn't.

No one will she let take her place!

Seeing Roland's slightly surprised expression, Sif realized she had been daydreaming for too long. Just as she was about to speak, she forgot what Roland just said and could only stick out her tongue slightly, asking softly:

"What did you say just now?"

"I said, you are not a substitute for anyone. Being good to you is both helping a friend and wanting to improve myself."

Roland looked sincerely at Sif, speaking calmly.

He was trying to divert Sif's attention.

He could sense Sif's heart racing.

Obviously, his explanation was not perfect, Sif was still mindful, even quite angry.

He could understand Sif.

No matter how he explained it, the fact that the Elf Grand General in the dream resembled Sif could easily cause misunderstandings.

He felt a bit guilty.

He had a special liking for the Elf Sylph in the dream, but the Elf only had awareness left, his feelings for her were simple, he felt happy in the Flower Sea, and also hoped she was happy.

The girl he likes is Sif.

But he couldn't say it now.

The shadow of the Elf Grand General still loomed over Sif, and confessing his feelings now would lack purity of motive.

It's better to follow Sister Lisa's advice and help Sif achieve her dreams.

Time reveals the truth, she will understand one day.

Roland's words made Sif's heart beat even faster.

Want to improve?

He is already the Captain of the Imperial Knight Order, and the Governor, and he has clearly stated he doesn't want to be the Chief Minister, intending to hand over the position to Alben.

If not for power, then it's for a title.

The problem goes back to the beginning.

The most suitable title higher than a duke is a prince!

But she couldn't bring it up.

If in Roland's heart Lisa is the beloved and she is just a friend, can she still grant him the title of prince?

Forcibly granting the title of prince would taint it.

With Roland's character, even if he reluctantly accepts, he wouldn't be happy.

What to do? Who can save poor Sif?

Sif felt a bit lost.

She couldn't confess now, could she?

If the one Roland loves is Lisa, a rash confession would pressure Roland into becoming a scoundrel.

Maybe in others' eyes, Roland might be a complete jerk, but in her heart, he is the best.

She absolutely didn't want Roland to resent her.

Just as the air was about to solidify, Sif finally woke up from her confusion.

"Roland, considering your accomplishments, even a duke title seems insufficient. Rest assured, I certainly won't shortchange you, and I'll definitely give you a satisfactory outcome!"

Roland almost grabbed Sif's hand to express his eternal understanding.

Does he want a duke? He wants to be a prince!

But he couldn't say it now.

He'll wait until his achievements leave no choice but the title of prince.

"I..."

"I..."

Both spoke at the same time, then both stopped.

"You first!"

"You first!"

Their eyes met, and they both laughed.

"Alright, I'll go first then."

This time, Sif didn't stand on ceremony, slightly embarrassed, she lowered her head and softly said:

"Roland, the only people I can rely on are you and Teacher Wald. The teacher is getting old and not in good health. I couldn't bear to let him suffer at sea this time, so you're the only one accompanying me."

"We are friends, and also monarch and subject, there's no need to be so distant." Roland replied modestly.

"I don't want to be monarch and subject with you!"

Sif's tone suddenly became agitated, and she quickly realized her blunder, hurriedly making amends:

"What I mean is, let's never become those kinds of monarch and subject who plot against and guard against each other, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Can you promise me something?"

Sif's heart was pounding fiercely.

Roland was also very nervous; the atmosphere today was peculiar, making his heart race.

Though Sif trusted him greatly, she was still a monarch with real power, would she bear any resentment if he kept making decisions for her?

He didn't want Sif to just grit her teeth and bear it.

He was very curious about what Sif wanted from him.

"You, are you nineteen this year?"

"Yes." Roland felt a little speechless; how could someone who gave him a gold pocket watch on his birthday not know his age?

"Roland, can you refrain from considering marriage before you help me regain power?"

"Ah?"

Roland was dumbfounded.

What kind of request is this?

He racked his brains but couldn't figure out the situation.

Girls' thoughts are really unpredictable.

Sif, seeing Roland in a daze, felt her heart trembling slightly.

His relationship with Lisa was indeed complex!

She knew it; when is a younger brother ever supposed to spend hours at a sister's room late at night?

Non-biological siblings are too susceptible to trouble.

"What I mean is, you're still young, don't rush into making decisions."

"In return, I will find you a bride of noble identity and outstanding beauty. Even if it's a princess from some country, I will help you win her over."

"Really?"

Roland's heart began to race.

Seeing Roland didn't directly refuse, Sif's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Aha, his love for Lisa isn't that strong after all.

Is this what men are like?

This is good, too; if he were resolute, how could he become a prince?

"Of course, it's a promise from the Empress of the Sussex Empire!" Sif's voice trembled slightly.

"A monarch's word is law!"

Roland quickly extended his right pinky finger.

Though she didn't know what this mysterious gesture was, Sif imitated and extended her slender pinky finger.

Their pinkies hooked together.

They were thinking of the same thing.

But they both believed the other was not thinking of the same thing.

So they both chose to use a promise to bind each other, ensuring their well-intended arrangements are "obliged" to be accepted.

Pinky swear.

Roland let out a breath.

Great, when the time comes, he will request the Empress of Sussex to become his wife, a monarch's word is law, no backing out!

Sif let out a breath.

Great, when the time comes, she will make the Empress of Sussex his wife, a pinky swear, no backing out!

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