"Emperor, is this how you are distracted?" The Duke of York asked in a cold voice with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, and he sighed and covered his face to show that he didn't want to see the lion who left his elegance behind.

It was clear that she would punish these beings who had offended the majesty of the Emperor, but when the hateful admiral brought out his elaborate dinner, and when she wrinkled her nose and smelled enough to calm the anger in her heart, the majestic lion coughed a few times and said that she would go out for a walk.

When the Duke of York went out to look for it, he found this lion at the table, like a proud child, tasting the other's sugar-coated cannonballs. She held wooden chopsticks in her right hand, greasy fried chicken wings in her left hand, her pouting mouth was also covered with oil, and black gloves were neatly placed next to the empty plate.

What the Duke of York couldn't tolerate the most was that the plain white pleated skirt was stained with bloody food residues, chocolate, cream, red wine stains, and even a large mass of oil. She really didn't know why her emperor showed such a humiliating side, obviously she had a full meal in the canteen of the town guard mansion before she came, but she didn't expect that less than a day had passed, just like a hungry jackal, she could only describe her actions at this time with simple and rude gobbling.

Could it be that the etiquette courses of the town guard mansion were all eaten as food by the emperor like this? The Duke of York looked at the lion who didn't care about him, and complained fiercely in his heart.

"Emperor! Did you hear that! The Duke of York, who couldn't bear it anymore, raised his voice, and his voice was cold and faintly ashamed. Obviously, the lion is the admiral of the Royal Town Guard, a well-deserved European emperor, but he showed such a humiliating side in front of this hateful admiral, at this time, there was no shadow of the admiral on her body at all, only a girl who was extremely hungry and did not choose to eat.

"Huh......?" Hearing the angry shout, the lion slowly froze like a puppet, its small mouth wide open, and the chicken that had not had time to swallow appeared in her mouth. She turned her head stiffly, and the chicken wings in her hand fell on the hem of her skirt, which she could no longer discern the original color, and a huge mass of oil appeared.

"Yes...... It's the Duke of York, I'm ...... I," she said, looking back at the stacked plates on the table, blushing and not knowing how to explain it. Especially the pile of depleted plates, each of which seemed to have left her mark. "I ...... I'm just out for a walk," she stammered, and she couldn't find the words to continue after a pause.

"And then?" The Duke of York looked like I was watching you perform, and nodded to let the greasy lion sister continue.

And then ...... Then, "the lion nervously searched for words to explain the situation in her little head, which had been occupied by all kinds of delicacies, and it was clear that she was only walking around the town guard mansion because she was upset, but she was found by her own secretary ship in the dining room, and even if she found it, it was still when she was eating refreshingly, with wooden chopsticks in her left hand and chicken wings in her right hand, and her whole body was covered with all kinds of marks. This is simply ironclad evidence and difficult to quibble.

"And then, because you were hungry, and there was a steaming hot dinner in the dining room, and the emperor unconsciously sat down in your current position, and then began to taste it without the permission of the Admiral Jiqi?" The Duke of York seemed to have stood aside and saw everything clearly, and quickly moved his lips to utter her guesses almost in line with the facts, and every word made the lion's face even redder, as if a long knife had been plunged into her heart.

"That...... Have you seen it all, Duke of York? The lion smiled awkwardly, knowing that he couldn't hide it from the secretary ship who knew him.

"I didn't see it, I just speculated according to the emperor's current situation and character." The Duke of York walked into the table, where there was almost nothing left, and looked at the kitchen behind the dining room, which kept smelling the fragrance, wrinkling his nose slightly, and sniffing the fragrance that filled the air. "But you can't blame the emperor entirely, after all, this fragrance is indeed very tempting."

"yes, yes," the lion nodded vigorously, his eyes wide to show that it wasn't my fault that I had eaten so much, that it was all the pot where the food was too delicious. "It's all to blame for that Jiqi, I have to prepare dinner for me myself as an apology, otherwise I wouldn't have walked to the restaurant." She explained to herself, her empty left hand once again occupied by a new delicacy, this time a sauce-drizzled roast with an enticing sweet taste.

"So the emperor has been sitting here for a long time, right?" The Duke of York sighed and sat down, and found a glass to pour himself half a glass of whisky, which rippled slightly in the afterglow of the setting sun. She felt the same way as the lion now, and the bumps of the whole day had made her feel a faint hunger, especially when stimulated by the countless delicacies in front of her, which began to feel especially strong.

"It seems that the admiral really has an almost infinite tolerance for the emperor, and he has cooked such a meal for you without any complaints." She picked up the spare wooden chopsticks and took a sip of the braised pork on the plate, the delicious sauce mixed with the non-greasy meat made her feel a different experience.

It's no wonder that the emperor ate so many things regardless of his posture, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to control it. She was now suddenly envious of the avant-garde, where she could eat so many delicious dishes that she had never eaten before, and each dish was as memorable as a delicacy.

Compared to the canteen of their own town guard, it is simply a dark cuisine from hell, and a delicacy from wonderful heaven, there is no comparison. At the thought of it, the Duke of York felt sorry for the figure who had worked so hard in the canteen of the town watchman's house.

"How's that, isn't it delicious?" The lion asked indistinctly, her blue eyes crooked, smug and pride from somewhere, as if the figure busy in the kitchen was her admiral.

"Uh-huh," the Duke of York took a sip of sake and meat, and his plain white face began to become rosy under the stimulation of alcohol, as if he was guarding his own mansion. "I have to say that although this admiral's ship lady is very disrespectful to the emperor, his cooking skills are still very good." For the first time, the girl in the red cross and white robe felt that it was the right choice to come here, and for the first time, she felt that the admiral who always had a light smile was very pleasing to the eye, and the reason for her change was just a meal.

"Duke York, drink less, this is not our town guard's house, if we get drunk later, our face will be lost." The lion reminded as she spoke, but she had no intention of stopping, as if she was not surprised by the Duke of York's behavior.

"Emperor, our current appearance has long been without any face to speak of, especially your current appearance." The Duke of York looked at the greasy lion and replied unceremoniously.

When she was at the Royal Guardhouse, her and Lion's favorite thing to do was to sneak out of the Castle to enjoy whiskey and delicious food at a nearby restaurant when the nagging old woman wasn't looking, and then sneak back before anyone else noticed.

And the happiest thing for them is the unbridled scene of the two of them in the room at night, one drunk and swaying in the light, and the other is satisfied and lying on the soft stall with a pleasant smile. I thought that my emperor would be restrained in someone else's town, but now it seems that this is not the case at all, and it is completely difficult to look like nature.

But that's fine, after all, the Admiral is quite pleasing to the Emperor, the Duke of York whispered to himself as he poured wheat whiskey into his glass.