Chapter 7 I won't let you drag it out this time
The dinner ended in a "harmonious atmosphere".
Returning to the bedroom of the Octagonal Palace, Aske asked cautiously:
"Eleanor, there seems to be something wrong with your family."
"After all, it's not the family of origin." Eleanor understated.
Wrong. Asker thought to himself, it's not that simple.
The problem stemmed mainly from Otto II, who was frustrated by the inconstructive campaign of the Holy See and whose own daughter was to blame.
People have an instinct to blame, especially a person with a self-like personality like Otto II, who must have a harder time accepting his own failures. And blaming the reason for the failure on "my daughter is amazing" and turning bad things into good things is undoubtedly a mistake that can easily occur.
His self-deception undoubtedly affected his wife and children.
A typical example is little Otto, who has also become a sister fan under the leadership of his father, or sister control, and it is not clear whether the fan is a fan or Aske, but the little guy's affection for Eleanor is indeed too high, so that he also shows obvious jealousy of himself.
Diofano and Matilda are more akin to the maladaptation of "being robbed of attention". Every time Otto II praised his daughter at the banquet, the two of them were obviously unhappy, but they didn't express it in words.
Matilda's reaction was fairly direct, while Diofano ...... Asker's instinct tells him that there is a faint sense of remorse and guilt hidden in the depths of his mother-in-law's displeasure, so he feels guilty for sending little Sophie out in the first place?
No, it should be said that in the original situation, in order to prevent little Sophie from being mentally affected and endangering Otto when she grows up, she chose to give it to the Duke of Bavaria. To put it simply, it is to give up the daughter and give priority to keeping the husband.
However, more than 20 years later, her husband was forced to abdicate to nothing, and her daughter, who was abandoned at the beginning, was shining brightly, so she regretted her original choice?
Aske, who was thinking like this, was suddenly hugged by Eleanor from behind, and the heavy weight pressed on the shoulders on the back of his neck, interrupting his thoughts.
"Where did you buy a pillow? It's very comfortable. Asker laughed casually.
"Don't talk nonsense." Eleanor spanked him.
Then she put her chin on Asker's head, like a yawning feline, and said helplessly:
"I also know that my sudden appearance is an embarrassing thing for them. After all, their family relationship has been built for so many years, and suddenly there is one more person, and I can't accept it. β
"The head of the regiment who has been absent for many years suddenly comes back, can you accept it?" Asker asked.
"I can't take it either." Eleanor joked, "So I'm going to marry you quickly, lest you're running around again." β
At this point, she paused, then put her arms around Asker's neck and said:
"Today, Saturday, I originally planned to hold the wedding next Monday, that is, the day after tomorrow, but I can't wait any longer, so I simply change it to tomorrow afternoon."
Asker: ???
It's too fast, it's too fast, and it feels like it's urging people to run!
Wait, why on earth did I say yes so quickly? What about the other girls? What about the mother? From the very beginning, it was as if the brain had skipped these questions by default......
He was suddenly startled, feeling as if he had overlooked something, yet by the laws of war. The mind enveloped by the rebellion showed no signs of being invaded.
In other words, the decisions he made before were all natural thoughts in his heart, and they were not interfered with and implanted by the outside world.
"Don't think it's too fast!" As if to see what he was thinking, Eleanor said with a smile, deliberately pressing her body forward, "When you were in a hurry to go back, how did you use the 'Acceleration Project' to squeeze us?" Forgot? β
"Isn't the acceleration program beneficial to you as well?" Feeling the softness and pressure on his neck increasing, Aske became more and more distracted, and he couldn't continue to think about it, "After all, everyone is getting stronger." β
It's because everyone believes in your theory of becoming stronger, so I can't let you be robbed...... Especially with her already in control of the Holy See......
Eleanor sighed, thinking to herself with some sadness.
I'm sorry, Nola.
The rest can be given to you, but the head of the regiment ...... Not really.
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Copenhagen, the royal residence of the HelsingΓΈr Empire β Christianborg.
The "White Emperor", known for his killings and tyranny, is now uncharacteristically smiling, bending down to tease a beautiful little girl with dark red hair.
"Call Mommy." Sidlifa said.
"Auntie!" Lilith cried crisply.
"If you call Mom, this is for you." Sidlifa pulled out a lollipop.
This sweet from the Holy See, wrapped in delicate candy wrappers, immediately attracted the little girl's attention, so Lilith hugged Sidlifa's calf and pleaded sweetly:
"Mother Sidlifa, give me something to eat!"
"Here you go." Sidlifa smiled.
Lilith took the lollipop, tore open the candy wrapper and put it in her mouth, and smiled:
"Thank you, auntie!"
"!"
Sidlifa, who was speechless, clenched her fists and frightened her fiercely:
"Call me aunt again, I'll beat you!"
"Mommy, Mommy!" Lilith rolled her eyes, and suddenly ran towards the door, squeezing out a few tears, "Auntie is going to beat me!" β
"Why are you arguing again?" Medea said helplessly, touched her daughter's little head, ignored her pretended tearful look of grievance, and said, "Lilith, don't bully your aunt." β
Sidlifa: ..................
I've found the culprit!
"Medea!" She said angrily, "Didn't you say that I would be her godmother?" Why did you become an aunt again?! β
"Don't care about the details." Medea waved her hand nonchalantly, "Just got the news." β
"He's back, currently tied up by Eleanor in Aachen to get married."
"Who?" Sidlifa was stunned for a moment, and then the murderous aura all over her body overflowed, so frightened that little Lilith hurriedly hid behind her mother's calf.
"Who are you marrying...... Elinor? β
"Hmm." Medea said coldly.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and little Lilith closed her eyes in fright.
However, the expected explosion and roar did not appear, and when she quietly opened her eyes, she saw her aunt expressionlessly taking off her daily civilian clothes with her left hand, and at the same time stretching out her right arm to catch the axe of the north wind flying in from the window.
"So what are we waiting for?" Sidlifa's voice was as cold as steel, similar to the tone she had just teased little Lilith, "Let's go." β
"Hmm." Medea also sank.
"Is the source reliable?"
"The spy gave it."
"That's no problem. I'm going to issue a call for all-out war, what time is it? β
"Next Monday, I guess we won't be able to catch up."
"It doesn't matter, marriage is just a contract, does she really expect to rely on the contract to keep that man by her side?"
"Perhaps, you know her character."
"Then you know my character, Medea." Sidlifa's axe of the north wind slung on her shoulder, enough to extinguish any living icy realm, spreading out from her feet, bypassing where Medea and little Lilith stood, freezing the entire room in the ice of time standing still.
"If she doesn't hand over the man, then I'll take it myself."
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A few hours ago, on the island of Pantelleria in the southern Mediterranean, the fleet of the Cyansword Mercenary Regiment was stationed here.
The Assassins hunted and searched the jungle to replenish the fleet with meat and fresh water.
The necromancers traveled to the southeast of the island, where there were a large number of tombs from the Ancient Solomon Republic of the Tertiary Age, which could be used to replenish spellcasting materials.
The current leader of the Azure Sword, Lord Mia stood on the edge of the cliff at the top of the volcano, looking at the white line where the sea and the sky intersected in the north, silent.
The deputy head of the regiment, Miss Mier, stayed in the cabin of the ship moored by the harbor, and continued to write her own private diary:
ββ¦β¦ Under Eleanor's enthusiastic offensive, although Aske felt wrong many times, he thought that since he had promised the female knight, the man's promise should not be tarnished, and he could only make up his mind to hold a wedding with her first and fulfill his promise. Later, he found time to meet his and Medea's daughter, and apologized to the other girls one by one. β
On the other hand, although Otto II had explained Aske's status as a demigod, his wife Theofano and daughter Matilda were still skeptical. In other words, they subconsciously don't want Eleanor to get married, because marriage means heirs, it means that the position of power is more and more consolidated, and little Otto has no chance. It's just that they are helpless about Eleanor's demigod status, so they can only hide their dissatisfaction deep in their hearts and don't dare to attack on the spot. β
At the same time, the news of Asker and Eleanor's imminent marriage has reached Medea, Sidlifa, and Nola. Theodora and Peggy, on the other hand, have not received news for the time being because of the Eastern Crusade against Syria. β
So the three girls reacted accordingly......
After writing this paragraph, Mi'er inserted the pen back into the pen holder and blew dry the remaining ink on the page.
Then she closed the journal and pressed her hand on the title page.
The Fruit of Eden on his wrist also lit up quickly, and under the full spiritual urging of the demigod, it shone like a small sun, and the entire cabin fell into an endless sea of light.
The Law of Fate. The fatalistic skill draws almost a huge amount of majestic spirituality from the Fruit of Eden, and at the same time, it also completely soaks the notebook.
After a few moments, the light dimmed again.
The collapse of the world line in the future direction has been finely adjusted again.
Pulling out the chair, the tired half-elf girl came to the window and looked out at the waves that were constantly surging outside. Her fingers tugged at the strands of hair around her ears, and her long pink hair fluttered briskly in the Tunisian breeze, like falling cherry blossoms.
"It's not right to always like to drag everyone around. First seriously agree, and then take responsibility well, and try to bring everyone the happiness they deserve, this is the head of the regiment that I like......"
ββ¦β¦ Right, Asker? β