For an entire week, Dennis locked himself in his room, drinking sullen alcohol and numbing himself over and over again with high-strength vodka. She was tired, so tired. It's not government affairs and human feelings that make her tired, but feelings...... Boris is gone, and Dennis knows that this time he will never come back.

My father came and took over a lot of affairs, and she could finally put aside the at hand for a while. In the dark room, tears flowed over and over again, down the pretty cheeks to the chin, and on the cold floor, forming frost.

Dennis recalled over and over again, and in the past two years, bits and pieces have converged into a picture scroll, filling her brain and filling her sensitive and fragile heart. If she could, she would like to be with Boris for the rest of her life. If she could, she would rather never meet him. But why did the gods, why did they meet him and snatch him away from him so cruelly?

Outside the door, there was a maid's announcement—

"Your Royal Highness, you have a guest visiting. ”

"Who?"

"It's me, little girl, I'm Alves. ”

A familiar voice came, and Dennis couldn't help but think of the image of a little dwarf. That was the person my father trusted the most, and it can be said that without him, there would be no father's later achievements. In private, he is the only one who dares to call himself a little girl.

"Let him in. ”

The queen wiped tears from her face and summoned in a hoarse voice.

The little dwarf limped in, and in Dennis's memory, he was like this ten years ago, and still is. It's just that Alves has grown a thick beard under his cheeks, and Dennis remembers that he used to shave cleanly. But it looks good, a little more mature and stable. It makes people feel more trustworthy.

"My poor little girl, look at you, hide in your room again and cry. ”

"I didn't cry. ”

Dennis returned with a forced smile.

"And say no, the corners of your eyes are full of tears, you can wipe away tears, but you can't wipe away tears. Alves whispered, climbing onto the couch. "Who annoyed our little princess, and made her cry like this?"

"Nobody, it's me. ”

Dennis was stubborn. But it is also a fact, many times, it is actually you who can't get along with yourself. She thinks about Boris and doesn't even know if Boris is still thinking about herself?

"So, by that point, did you make yourself cry?"

Alves asked jokingly.

Dennis was silent.

"Actually, sometimes I'm like that. There are two selves living inside, one tells me to live strongly, and the other tells me to indulge. One told me to follow the dogma and obey the order, and the other told me to go and destroy it. People are always like this, spending time in repetition and contradictions. It's just that time is good medicine, and it really ......"

Alves chattered, but in fact, he could see at a glance what was on Dennis's mind. This little girl is very strong, strong enough to take on the burden of her family and country at a young age. However, she is very fragile and has never tasted love, and when she reaches the right age, she meets it, and it ends in a tragedy, and it is already very good not to collapse and not to be psychologically distorted.

Still silent, Dennis turned his head away and wiped the last tear from the corner of his eye. Her strength and stubbornness made Alves feel distressed.

"By the way, aren't you in Errengrad? Why are you here? Don't tell me in advance, you see, I don't have anything to prepare here. ”

As he spoke, Dennis forced a smile on his face.

"Oh...... Your father didn't want anyone to know, and I didn't tell anyone......"

Alves picked up his glass and replied in a low voice.

"So, has the matter between the nobles and Pavel been dealt with?"

Dennis asked.

"It seems that it has been dealt with, this time your father is solely responsible, and I am not involved. ”

Alves took a sip of wine and returned.

"And you're here this time?"

Dennis frowned, puzzled.

"to assist you. Alves shrugged, "You've got into a stalemate with that Pavel shit, and Kislev will have a lot of tricky things to do, and there's going to be a lot of trouble." Your father asked me to come and help you with the ensuing troubles. It's a transition, and once the troubles here are resolved, I'm going to go back to Erengrad. ”

"What trouble can there be......

Dennis muttered to himself.

"It's something you can't think of. ”

Alves returned.

"And what about my father? Why didn't he come?"

Dennis continued to ask.

He was busy discussing with the nobles, and there were many follow-up matters to be discussed. After Alves finished speaking, he glanced at Dennis and stopped talking. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke—

"Don't you want to know how Boris is doing?"

Alves asked. There was no trace of disdain in his eyes, but care.

“...... He ......"

Dennis wanted to refuse, but couldn't help the emotions in his heart and asked-

"How is he? Has he reached the Great Wall?"

"It's here, and it's okay. He was assigned to the Crow Castle, which was okay, with a relatively intact section of the wall, and the Beastmen and Norscans would not be so bold in invading and plundering. All he needs to do is patrol and routine maintenance. ”

"That's good......"

After listening, Dennis couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But he found out that something was wrong, why would Alves mention Boris in front of him, and not anyone else? Could it be that he already knew?...... Is it because I am too out of character? I didn't even notice such a simple question......

"You must be curious why I care so much about Boris. ”

Alves saw Dennis's anxiety.

"He's a very nice boy, but it's a pity that he was affected in this turmoil......"

Dennis said, but was directly interrupted by Alves in the middle of speaking-

"I know about you and Boris. ”

With Alves finishing, the room fell silent. He saw Queen Dennis's iron-blue face, no matter how strong a person is, there are times when he collapses, and finally, Dennis couldn't help it, turned his head, and cried heartbreakingly.

"I ...... No...... Deliberate ......"

"My father...... He...... Do you know that too?......"

Dennis asked intermittently with a crying voice.

The sight in front of him made Alves a little unbearable, and he was like a dagger, fiercely uncovering the bloody wounds of the child.

Alves jumped off the couch, walked up behind Dennis, and patted the queen on the shoulder with his big rough palms—

"He knew, exactly what he told me. ”

"Don't be sad, little girl, it's normal for people to have all kinds of emotions, just don't make mistakes in the future. ”

The more Alves comforted, the more Denis was saddened. She seemed to feel that she was being stripped naked, and she was under the gaze of everyone, and the insults, accusations, and ridicule were like sharp arrows, piercing her heart with thousands of arrows. Why, then, didn't my father come to see him? Could it be for this reason? Dennis wondered with trepidation......