Capital of the Land of Frost.

Shayl returned to the capital of the Frost Nation and sat on his throne to watch the group of ministers below.

The previous king of the Land of Frost had many heirs, and there were twelve princes alone.

Therefore, after Shail's accession to the throne, his brother and younger brother in the capital joined forces to try to resist Shail's rule.

But unfortunately, Shayl was directly suppressed by bloody means, and coupled with the prestige he had accumulated in the Land of Frost, Shail sat firmly on the throne of the Land of Frost.

Many ministers in the know praised Shayl as the hero who saved the country.

"Is that all there has been to the recent changes in the capital?"

Shayl glanced at the ministers below, who had dutifully reported on what had happened in the Frost Nation's capital recently.

"The sages from Nolan have sent a letter of invitation asking you to send a man who is strong enough to represent our country to attend a 'ceremony' in Nolan."

The cold expression on Shail's face softened a little after hearing Nolan's words.

"I'll consider this."

After listening to the advice of the other ministers and giving them some orders, Shayl ended the council directly.

The King of the Frost Nation lives in the middle of the capital, and this magnificent castle has endured thousands of years of weather, and almost every new king takes office.

Shayl didn't have any requirements in this regard, even his own room was the same one he had lived in when he was a prince.

"Your Majesty."

A middle-aged woman dressed as a maid had been waiting at the entrance of the corridor for a long time.

She was the chief lady-in-waiting who took care of Sheil, and she has been taking care of her daily life since Sheil came to the Land of Frost.

Even when he ascended the throne and became king, Shayl did not replace her.

Shayl took off the crown from his head and threw it into the hands of the chief lady-in-waiting.

"Your Majesty, can you please stop throwing your crown around?" The chief maid was holding the heavy crown in some distress, which she had almost thrown to the ground.

This is a felony that would be enough to sentence her to death.

"It's too heavy, there's time for the craftsman to recreate a lighter one."

Shayl walked briskly down the red carpet paved road, and the lifestyle of the previous King of the Land of Frost was not an exaggeration to describe it as extravagant.

It is also undeniable that it was influenced by the Inquisition, and I don't know how much those guys have squeezed out of the people of the Land of Frost.

"Good morning, brother!"

As he walked around the corner, Shayl met a young girl with long gray hair.

"Good morning."

After a cold response to her, Shayl passed her and left, without even looking at her.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for being too talkative, Her Highness Delian has always had a crush on you."

The maid walked briskly behind Shail, and after glancing back at the girl's somewhat lost expression, she whispered to Shail.

"Is it because of who I am?"

Shayl glanced sideways at a row of paintings hanging on the walls, depicting the kings of the Land of Frost.

It won't be long before Shail's portrait will be hung on this as well.

"Not long after you came to this country, Her Royal Highness Delian, the Thirteenth Princess, noticed you." The chief maid added, "And fifteen princesses too." ”

“…… I remember that sister of mine was only thirteen years old? ”

Shayl covered his forehead, a little irritated.

Growing up in Nolan, she was instilled by her mentor from an early age with the knowledge that 'it is forbidden to give birth to offspring between close relatives'.

But in the Land of Frost, it seems normal for the royal family to intermarry with each other.

"It's already the age of engagement in the Land of Frost." The chief maid emphatically said, "There are also many young ladies of the great nobles who also have a crush on you, Your Majesty... Pardon me, if you choose one or two of them, it will be very helpful to strengthen your position. ”

"I'm not interested right now."

Shayl pushed open the door to her room and stepped inside, undressing her cumbersome clothes and moving her elbows.

"Are you going hunting in the afternoon? Or go to the barracks? ”

The chief maid carefully secured the crown to the table, and then went to Shail's closet to help her pick out her clothes.

"No... I'm going to Nolan. Shayl said.

"Visiting Nolan? Then Your Majesty you need to consult with the tailor of the royal family, and there is no clothes in your wardrobe for such important diplomatic occasions for the time being. The chief maid said with some embarrassment.

"Not as a king, but as an ordinary man."

Shayl walked briskly to his closet, glanced at the clothes inside, and took out a few and gestured in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Ordinary people?" The chief maid didn't understand the meaning of Shail's words for a while.

"I'm going to hide the king's identity and stay in Nolan secretly for a while." Shayl said.

"It's... How can this be, Your Majesty! The situation in the country is not stable for the time being, and if your identity is discovered, it will be dangerous without an escort, and it will ......"

The chief maid began to dissuade Shayl from doing such a thing.

"So you're going to keep it a secret for me." Shayl looked back at the chief maid, and the light gray pupils reflected the surprised expression of the chief maid, "You are one of the few people I can trust, but I haven't even told my mother about this." ”

All the chief maid could answer was silence.

Shayl didn't pay any attention to her, just took his clothes and gestured in the mirror.

She only has men's clothes in her wardrobe, and rightfully so.

She doesn't think there's anything wrong with Shayl wearing these men's clothes, and she has always worn the caster's robes in Nolan.

But today, Shayl has a strange confusion, or unwilling emotion, that surrounds his heart.

Under the influence of this feeling, clothes that usually look normal now feel very inappropriate.

These clothes are also a little too ugly? And isn't it time to grow your hair a little longer?

Shayl straightened his gray hair, which was just touching his neck.

"Your Majesty." After a fierce psychological struggle, the chief maid made a decision: "May I ask why you went to Nolan without concealing your identity?" Is there any hidden mission... Need to avoid the eyes of the remnants of the domestic Inquisition? ”

"Not really."

Shayl held the gray hair at the back of her neck with her hand, and she found it too short to tie it up.

"And why are you hiding your identity?" The head maid asked cautiously.

"I just want to go to Nolan and meet somebody." "I don't want his identity to be known," Shayl said. ”

As Shayl spoke, the chief maid looked at her through the mirror, and noticed a rare glimmer of a smile on her expressionless face.