Governor's Mansion small dining room, four dishes and a soup, accompanied by beautiful women.

Roland's mood was exceptionally delightful.

The beauty accompanying him at this moment was not Sif, but Lisa.

Seeing the unmistakable smile on his lips, Lisa couldn't hold back her words.

"Why do you keep smiling?"

"Oh, nothing, just thought of something happy." Roland casually replied.

Sister Lisa seemed a bit absent-minded, and the quality of the food was not good; the long-unseen steak was overcooked.

But Roland didn't mind.

Seeing the smile in Roland's eyes, Lisa couldn't help but ask, "Roland, was it true that the elf you saw in your dream looked like Sif?"

"It's true."

"So you're eyeing Sif based on the standard of your dream lover?" Lisa also noticed the food was poorly prepared today, with too much vinegar accidentally added.

"Don't be ridiculous, am I such a shallow person?" Roland shook his head with a smile.

"Yet you're still smiling." Lisa tasted the steak, frowning slightly, feeling an urge to dump all the food and start over.

"Mr. William is coming." Roland knew if the topic continued, it would only be filled with lies and deceit, so he subtly changed the subject.

"William?"

Lisa was stunned for a while before recalling this was the Chief Minister of the Imperial Cabinet, responsible for many affairs like the Empire's foreign and domestic policies.

"I just got word that the international summit discussing the fate of the Val City State will be held here, and Mr. William will attend the meeting as our country's plenipotentiary representative."

"Since it's about the fate of Val City State, why not hold it on the Val Lake Shore?" Lisa's eyes were full of confusion.

"The fate of Val City doesn't have to be decided in Val City. Politics is too complicated, just don't ask, eat."

If the fate of the Sudent Zone can be decided in Munich, naturally the fate of the Val City State can be decided in Hansa.

There is nothing new under the sun.

Lisa obediently shut her mouth, picked up the knife and fork, and began eating silently.

Roland was right; politics was an area beyond her knowledge, no need to concern herself too much.

Since an international conference was to be held, naturally, the meeting preparations had to be thorough.

As the Chief Logistics Officer, she was going to be busy.

As Lisa thought about how to get busy next, she forgot all the questions she planned to ask before.

Seeing Lisa not continuing to press for answers, Roland also breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to hide things from his sister, but some things really can't be spoken of until they're done.

Exchanging merits for the title of Prince, how could he speak of such a matter carelessly?

...

Empress's Palace, bedchamber.

Sif lay on the bed, covering herself with a quilt, trying hard not to let her laughter spill out.

Seeing Sif wriggling irregularly under the velvet blanket, the Magic Mirror couldn't help but ask:

"Master, do you have something on your mind? I might not be able to offer any advice, but I can certainly be a listener."

"I'm fine, I'm great."

Sif lifted the blanket, and her soft voice floated over.

"Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"Of course, it's you, my master."

"What's my score today?"

"100," the Magic Mirror replied calmly.

"Hey? It's usually 99, occasionally 90, but today it's a perfect score?"

Sif came to the mirror in surprise, looking at herself in it.

Her appearance was as it always was, with a bit more redness due to joy, indeed a bit prettier than usual.

"What about that woman?"

"She ranks second, 97."

"And Lisa?"

"Twenty-first, 87."

Sif was stupefied for a moment, puzzled, "How did she rise so fast?"

She sees Lisa every day; though beautiful, is it that exaggerated?

"Maybe she is also in as good a mood as you are."

After a few seconds pause, Sif's tone gradually calmed, and she softly asked, "If she is the benchmark at 60, what's my score?"

"99,"

Magic Mirror calmly said, "Master, you are scored 99 because the scoring ceiling is only so high; she scores 87 because she happens to be 87."

Once again, Sif's expression was dominated by joy.

The Magic Mirror indeed is a transcendent presence with divine artifact characteristics—a hallmark of fairness.

Carefully admiring the perfect score girl in the mirror, Sif nodded in satisfaction and slowly asked:

"Magic Mirror, have you ever seen pure love?"

"Never."

A very high-quality answer.

"You've followed quite a few noble women, not once?"

Magic Mirror answered honestly, "Master, you ought to know, noble women often have no destiny with pure love."

Sif's expression slightly changed.

The Magic Mirror was right.

For noble women, marriage is often a part of political transactions.

The basis for alliances between countries is mutual interests, with the highest form being marriage.

Even as a Princess or even an Empress, marriages are beyond their control.

Sif's mood was somewhat low, and she softly asked, "Is there really none?"

"It depends on how you define love."

The Magic Mirror calmly said, "Absolutely pure love only exists in novels. If you lower the standards, as long as you can marry the person you like, support each other faithfully, then..."

Sif's eyes lit up.

The Magic Mirror is York Clan's heirloom treasure, accompanying the family ancestor for many years, and the people it followed were at least princesses in rank.

Before following the York Clan, it even followed some special-status women during the Magic Empire.

It records the lives of countless noble women.

If it says there is, then there must be...

"Almost none," the Magic Mirror calmly said.

"Almost none?" Sif was stunned.

"Yes, just say that the human tendency to like the new and dislike the old leaves me speechless. Most of the women I've followed were quite beautiful in appearance, though not as beautiful as you, many still scored over 80."

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