When she thought of this, Her Majesty couldn't help but blush.

In the days that William was away, she had seriously considered all those who were qualified to inherit the throne, but no matter how she compared, the most suitable person was William.

As William's name passed through her heart, an extremely faint pale pink divine power slowly appeared, and Her Majesty's face flushed even more.

No matter how you think about it, William is the best choice, so, for the sake of tens of millions of ordinary people in the whole flange...... If there's really no way, I'll ...... Shall I promise him?

As if enchanted, this thought came together, and it could no longer be suppressed.

William's face kept appearing in front of Avril's eyes, and it was even as if a hand had quietly rested on her aching shoulders and neck, gently pinching it up and down.

Her Majesty's breathing was faintly short, and the faint fluctuations of divine power around her body gradually intensified.

She clenched her fists quietly, explaining to herself in a little panic.

I actually...... In fact, there is no way, only after agreeing to let William be the prince, he is willing to take over Falan, so I ...... I can't help it...... It's all for the flange......

At that moment, a scorching breath spewed into Avril's collar.

"Her Majesty ...... Queen"

The maid, who was kneading her shoulders and neck, lay on Avril's back, and a pair of white arms wrapped around her slender neck, rubbing her head against her neck like a little wild cat eager to pet.

"Her Majesty the Queen...... I...... I've admired you for a long time. ”

Looking back at the maid behind her, Avril woke up like a dream.

Hurriedly broke free from the maid's embrace and stood up, she pinched her thigh hard, and barely retracted the divine power that overflowed from her body by relying on the pain.

After several major principalities surrendered one after another, the divine power in Avril's body became more and more difficult to control, and when her mood was agitated, it would even overflow out of her body, affecting the people around her.

In order to prevent this from happening again, she moved out of her house some time ago and lived in a slightly more remote part of the palace, but she didn't expect someone to be tricked.

After Avril calmed down a bit, she frowned and said to the maid who had come to her senses, "Why are you here? Didn't I say don't come to my house?"

The maid was startled, and she stammered:

"Your Majesty, when I passed by the door, I saw that you were rubbing your neck, as if you were a little tired, so I asked if I wanted to rub your shoulders, and you hummed, so I ......"

Avril recalled, as if someone had said something to her.

She rubbed her eyebrows and said helplessly: "I know, you go out, remember not to come to me casually." ”

The maid nodded repeatedly, and then asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, your face ...... Why are you so popular? Do you need me to find a priest?"

Avril shook her head and said, "No, I'm just a little tired, just rest for a while." ”

After the maid left the house, Avril pressed the back of her hand against her hot cheek, forcibly extinguishing the idea of "giving in" to William.

Although the idea is tempting...... It's ridiculous, but according to William's character, he will definitely not sit idly by and watch himself sacrifice in order to close the door of the dead country, and the thoughts he just had were only affected by the sudden burst of divine power.

The safest way is to make him a prince...... No, no, no, I mean, let him marry Peter's sister, inherit the estate of the royal family of France, and get the right to inherit the throne.

The people of the Seven Duchies are all the bloodline of the original sin demon, no matter who becomes the new king of Farran, it is difficult to become a good king, and Farran, who has just had a trace of anger, will return to his original appearance.

Avril rubbed her face vigorously, pressing the surging divine power back into her body, and after taking a deep breath, she reaffirmed her thoughts.

By this time, he must have taken Fort Dosa, right?

......

William did not know that Her Majesty the Queen was about to embark on the road of catching the traitor, and at this time he was waving [Lamia's knuckles] and smashing the puppets that rushed up one by one.

The younger brother was now guilty of a plan to provoke a war, and it was declared bankrupt before it had even begun.

While Jessica was still hesitating to agree to the conditions, the [Flame Legion] finally arrived. Upon seeing the enemy, Harry laughed like a stallion in heat, laughed wildly, and raised his hand to kill a werewolf caught off guard, forcibly announcing the beginning of the war.

Looking at Harry, who had found the silver werewolf and started hand-to-hand ♂ combat, William's face showed a smile of relief.

So, there are also ways to use it, as long as the place is right, even a piece of has its own use, let alone Harry?

Not knowing that his value was already on a par with excrement, Harry grinned and found the silver werewolf in the lead, raised his hand and slashed it with an axe.

"Silver-haired, let me find you!"

When he was ordered to deliver a letter to Jessica before, Old Roman had asked him to take care of his descendants who had not yet evacuated the royal capital, but the problem was that before he could do this, he was locked up by Jessica, not only being a cellmate with Rhodes Anderson for a few hours, but also throwing him to the werewolf with his own hands.

Although Old Roman has many grandchildren, he is not inferior to this crooked little bastard, but Harry, who knows the truth, still regrets that his intestines are blue, and he didn't even find anyone to fight for a whole day, always thinking about when to snatch Rhodes back.

Even if he can't say a few words to Old Roman, he will scold him, and occasionally he will do it directly, but in Harry's heart, Old Roman's status is quite high, even more important than eating and drinking, it can be said that it is second only to a hearty battle.

The Anderson family helped the Van Kings family so much that the old Roman begged him to do something, but not only did the matter fail, but even the eldest grandson of the old Roman was thrown to the werewolf by himself.

To Harry, that bad little bastard was such a hateful little bastard that he didn't even want to see the Anderson family himself, and he didn't even take him with him to evacuate the king, but he couldn't die at his own hands.

Old Roman finally asked himself to do something, if he messed up, would he still have the face to eat again?

This time, he finally met the silver-haired werewolf, not only fighting, but also having a chance to make up for his mistakes, and Harry was simply crazy with joy.

"Where's that little brute in Rhodes, get him back to me!"

The silver werewolf raised his paw and struck Harry's axe and asked confusedly, "What...... Little brute, you want me...... What do you pay back?"

"Don't quibble!" Harry slashed at with an axe, angrily "That's the little bastard I threw at you in the first place!

The silver werewolf suddenly realized.

"That smelly human? he's been turned into a werewolf by me. ”

As it spoke, it raised its paw and pointed behind Harry, and said in a muffled voice:

"Well, that's the one you just hacked to death. ”

“......”