Flowers, Swords and France

After hearing his sister's terrifying declaration, Clovis's expression changed a little.

"Don't... don't say that! They are all our brothers and sisters! Dad said that a family must not break up until the end." Because Clovis's face turned slightly red, " I know some of them have objections to me, but after all, they have the blood of Treville. As the eldest brother, I should tolerate them and take good care of them. Only in this way can I be qualified to inherit this family..."

Clovis's preaching made Alice feel a little impatient. This brother is like this, gentle, kind, and knowledgeable, but he lacks the necessary determination and ruthless courage, and is indeed not as good as his father.

However, as an heir, perhaps it is better to be gentle than tough.

It doesn't matter, at least I will succeed my mother and deal with those thieves with malicious intentions, whether they are named Treville or not... she thought to herself.

"Okay, I'm just joking, you don't have to take it seriously." She stopped her brother from further preaching with a cute smile, "Why would I do anything to my siblings?"

This bright smile made Clovis finally relax a little and also showed a smile.

"By the way, where is His Royal Highness now? I have to go see him." Alice blinked.

"Dad just had an argument with LeRouche and seemed very angry, so I accompanied him back to the study. He should still be there now." Clovis frowned sadly, and then He stretched out again and looked at his sister with a smile, "So you came down just in time. I'll take you to meet him. You can definitely make him happy again!"

"I really envy you, I can see you whenever you want!" Alice suddenly lowered her brows, as if she was a little unhappy. "Thank you for allowing me to see him."

"Of course you can see her whenever you want. When will daddy stop seeing you?" Clovis felt a pain in his heart when he saw his sister looking so sad. "Also, don't say such disrespectful things!"

"Did I say something wrong? You can all act like a baby around him and call him whatever you like, but I...but I can only call him His Royal Highness..." Alice's eyes fell to the ground. , "You four are the pure Treville blood, and I am just a wild child who can only stand at a distance."

"Alice..." Clovis was speechless for a moment.

He also sympathized with this sister's embarrassing position, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

Finally, he was so anxious that he couldn't help but speak erratically. "Don't be like this. Dad and I care about you very much. As long as we are here, no one will reject you. Besides, if you want to talk about "Treville pure blood", I'm afraid no one is more qualified than you to say it. …”

"You said something you shouldn't have said again, sir. Haven't you learned it after so many times? I'm very disappointed. Your Highness the Prince and my mother - the real one - don't want you to say this in front of others. Come on." Just when he was still anxious, Alice suddenly smiled again, this smile was as sweet as before. As if the sadness just now was just a disguise. "Okay, this is just a joke, don't take it seriously."

"Alice, don't make such a joke, it's scaring me!" Clovis couldn't laugh or cry.

"That just means that you are not scared." Alice spread her hands in a joking manner, "Okay, let's not worry about Lelouch and Lianna, no one can harm you - please believe me, no matter what No matter what problem you encounter, I will be your strong support, and I can do more than you think..."

In her heart, she was deeply moved by her brother's ability to express this to her.

"Thank you, Alice." Clovis patted her hair.

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At this time, Charles was sitting on a chair in the study. He was reviewing some of his documents, but his heart couldn't calm down, and his anxiety and anger never left his heart.

He did not expect that on a day like today, he would actually hear such a request from his second son, so even with the calmness he had developed over the years. They were all a little at a loss.

He is not a father who has no feelings for his children. In fact, although he usually treats them very harshly, he also loves and protects them. However... the request Lelouch made to him this time was non-negotiable. As he clearly told Lelouch, if he agreed to Lelouch's request, then he would The future plans of the Treville family will completely collapse - and this is impossible, no matter how much he loves his children, he will not do this.

He could only hope that his second son could understand what he should do and shoulder his responsibilities under the influence of reason, and not force him to make the final decision.

Hey, it's so tiring... The middle-aged man suddenly felt a headache.

When the children are young, they are all cute in their own way, and they are all very attached to their father. But as they grow up, they will have their own will and their own hopes, and then use these weapons to resist their father's will and wishes. , even if the starting point of these wishes is for their own good.

This is probably the only way for every child...

While the middle-aged man was still struggling in distress, a soft sound from the door made him focus again.

"Come in!" he called casually.

The door was gently pushed open.

"Alice?" When the prince found out who was coming, a smile appeared on his face, and his troubles were finally temporarily thrown aside.

"Good morning, Your Highness!" Alice greeted him with a smile.

"Why do you call me like that!" Charles pretended to be angry and waved her to come over. "Come, let Daddy see."

"Of course I have to call you like that. You and Mom taught me like that since I was a child, for fear that I would call you wrong and embarrass you..." Not knowing whether it was a complaint or a mockery, Alice answered in a low voice, and then obediently walked to her father's side, "Later I got used to calling you like this, you should be happy, right?"

Charles' smile froze.

"Silly child!" He sighed, his heart full of guilt.

Then, he hugged Alice into his arms. "I'm sorry."

"A father never needs to say sorry to his children. After all, you gave me life," Alice gently closed her eyes, enjoying her father's long-lost hug. "Besides, you have always cared for me. I don't think that the lack of a name will cause any great obstacles to my life. You and mom love me very much. So I am very happy, dad."

Although she said so, she still felt a little regretful in her heart.

"Poor child!" The daughter's well-behaved expression only added to Charles's guilt.

He couldn't help but continue to look at Alice.

The child is still young and not tall. Even if Charles sits, he is almost level with her, but her face is charming and her skin is smooth, just like a replica of her mother when she was a child, but her face is still that unhealthy white, and she looks much sicker than her mother.

Alas, sometimes, humans can't overcome the laws of nature after all...

However, compared with disability and congenital dementia, being weak and sick is already very good. Charles can only comfort himself in this way.

Unconsciously. He stroked his daughter's hair more gently.

Because she had been sickly since childhood, he was particularly fond of this child and was always worried about her.

"I came here today to see you and convey my mother's greetings to you." Alice felt very comfortable with her father's caress, and she squinted her eyes slightly, "She hasn't seen you for a long time and misses you very much."

"Ah, thank you, please help me pass on the greetings later." Charles patted her head. "I'm sorry, I'm too busy recently and haven't had the chance to see her. I have to go to the palace to attend the celebration today, so I'm afraid I won't be able to see her for a few days..."

Then. He smiled bitterly, "She should have gone to the celebration, she should have been the focus of everyone, but it's a pity that the three of us can't go to the palace together... I'm so sorry for her. Alice, why don't you go? I promise everyone will be fascinated by you!"

Although the court is now full of his people, and there are countless confidants in charge. But Charles has believed since he was a child that politicians must be cautious in everything, and he must take precautions. The three leaders of the Treville family must not appear in a dangerous place together.

"Thank you, but no need. I don't like this kind of grand banquet like my mother, and I don't want to be in the limelight." Alice shook her head and rejected her father's proposal, "Besides, if I'm not around tonight, won't my mother be too lonely?"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Charles felt even more guilty and hugged him tighter.

"We are fine, it's okay, don't worry, Dad." Alice smiled slightly, and she also reached out and gently stroked her father's slightly graying temples, "I have to say sorry to you, I have always troubled you. Seeing you so tired, I didn't help much, and now you have white hair..."

"Isn't it normal to have some white hair at this age? Besides, I have so many things to do normally." Charles smiled, "Your father is still very young and energetic! As for helping, I am very satisfied to see you all live happily, without thinking about anything else. ..."

"That's far from enough for me." Alice suddenly hugged her father's waist, her voice trembling slightly, "I am your favorite daughter, so I must be the best. I should share your hard work and solve your problems. However, I have only said it until now, which really makes me ashamed. However, I am still young, but I will work hard to grow up. I will take on the heavy responsibility you give me, shoulder the obligations given to me by the family, and then eliminate all enemies for you... no matter who they are, no matter where they are..."

It doesn't matter whether their last name is Treville.

Looking at his daughter's excitement, Charles couldn't help frowning.

She and her mother have the same advantages, beautiful, intelligent, willing to dedicate to the goals in their hearts, and dare to bear; however, she also shares the same shortcomings of her mother: too active, almost fanatical.

Based on the deep-rooted sense of superiority brought by blood and mother's education, and the incomparable respect for her father, she has trained her blind fanaticism and ruthless character to others.

In her eyes, apart from what she desires in her heart, everything else is just like grass.

This kind of character, at best, is focused, the kind of determination that a successful person must have, and will not give up until the goal is achieved. At worst, it is blindness. No authority or moral preaching can make her really give up the goal she is obsessed with in her heart - just like her mother.

Can this kind of character really help people achieve happiness?

"Child, I am really worried about you!" With this worry, he couldn't help but sigh. "What should you do when I am not around...?"

"Then you stay by my side and protect me. Isn't that good?" Alice buried her head deeply in her father's arms with a real smile.

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As night fell, the whole city of Paris entered a night with bright lights.

After nearly 20 years of hard management and transformation by the Bonaparte dynasty, the city of Paris at this time has been completely renewed compared to the past. The streets and buildings have been carefully transformed. It has become spacious and full of architectural features, with tree-lined trees everywhere, and the avenues are wide and unobstructed.

To celebrate the most important festival of the year, the avenue leading to the palace has recently been renovated. The buildings on both sides have been repainted, and even the street lamps are tied with precious ribbons, showing off the empire's glorious status and wealth.

There were not many pedestrians on this avenue before, but now it is very lively.

Surrounded by a group of guards in neat uniforms, a large group of people in conspicuous dresses rode slowly towards the palace.

There are old people and younger people in this group. Their expressions are either gentle, arrogant, or thoughtful. The only thing in common is that they all have many medals on their bodies.

These medals can reflect their contributions to the country more than any other way - and their position in the country's power system.

Yes, these are the most powerful people in the country. Among them, the most central position is the current chancellor of the empire, His Royal Highness Prince Potsdam.

They are not moving forward silently, but whispering all the time.

If you don't know this group of people, no one can figure out how many people's fate these whispers can determine and how they can shake the world.

"Charles, my recent purges in the army have been very effective. I have uncovered some secret organizations and arrested dozens of radical elements." A man riding side by side with the prince leaned against the prince and whispered, "Some of them are officers of the Guards."

This man with a straight uniform and a sturdy figure is Field Marshal Lucien de Leflair. He was not originally of noble birth, but because of his repeated military exploits in the empire's wars, he was made a noble by the previous emperor. After the prince took office, he was specially conferred the title of Duke of Bonn because of his meritorious service in the war with Prussia. He is currently the Minister of the Army.

He has a Grand Cross on his chest, shining in the night sky.

"Hang them all to serve as a warning to others." The prince directly announced the verdict. He no longer had the gentleness he had shown when speaking to his daughter just now. "We can't give anyone any lucky hope. We must let them know how dangerous it is to oppose us."

"Charles... I think we can be a little gentler with these people." The Minister of War hesitated for a moment, then boldly spoke well of this group of people. "Some of them don't really support the Bonaparte family, nor do they want to overthrow you. They just think that our diplomacy is a little weak now, and they attack you for selling out national interests. If we are a little tougher, their propaganda will not have any soil in the hearts of the army soldiers..."

He didn't really want to speak for these people, but just wanted to take the opportunity to attack the diplomacy that he himself was not satisfied with in front of the prince.

After hearing the attack from the Minister of War, the Minister of Foreign Affairs Albert de Foa-Grayi next to him immediately became the focus of everyone's attention, and shrank his neck uncomfortably.

The foreign minister has always been a close friend of the prince. Although he comes from a prominent family, he lives a dissolute life and always has a cynical feeling. When he was appointed as the foreign minister by the prince, some people questioned him, and many people still question him now.

However, with this cynical diplomatic attitude, he barely maintains the diplomatic relations between France and other countries.

"I don't understand why there is any need to question me? Is there something wrong with my foreign policy?" The foreign minister, who still looks handsome, frowned and asked back, "Now we are already conspicuous enough, do we have to continue to make enemies everywhere? To the British, the Russians, and the European countries, in order to maintain the existing European order, we must make some concessions and compromises. Only in this way can we maintain peace - at least I think we still need peace now."

"But concessions should be limited." Lucien reminded Albert. "The Empire has its dignity."

"I don't see how I have damaged the dignity of the Empire. I force every country to consider the interests of France before taking action. Isn't that enough?" Albert hit back strongly, "Only some of you brainless warriors think that compromise instead of going to war will damage the dignity of the Empire - of course, I'm not talking about you. Lucien."

"It is these brainless warriors who defend the Empire and your exquisite and luxurious life, Albert." Lucien's face darkened. He didn't like others saying this about his officers and soldiers.

"Oh, I'm very grateful to them. I just ask them not to always think about being the foreign minister." Albert still did not give in. "Or how about you choose a foreign minister yourself? I guess that would be the best for the loyal and brave officers and soldiers?"

"Enough!" Seeing that they were making quite a fuss, the prince couldn't help but stop him. "Don't make any noise at this time, so many people are watching."

After hearing what he said, the two important ministers finally stopped talking angrily.

No one dared to participate in the discussion between the prince and the two ministers. Everyone followed at a distance, and no one dared to appear to be eavesdropping - although everyone tried to hear clearly.

"Now we really have to seek a compromise, Lucien." After a moment of silence, the prince whispered to the Duke next to him, "The British are now suspicious of us. Other countries are also afraid of us, and we have to let them understand that we have fought enough now. After the war, we just want peace for a while - of course, this compromise must be principled, and these principles must be adhered to in key places.”

In fact, he understood the hidden meaning of Lucien's words. The majority of army officers and soldiers don't care about peace. They want to rely on war to make achievements and then make a fortune - just like their predecessors.

This kind of emotion cannot be completely suppressed by harsh punishments.

"Yes, we have to find a way to divert everyone's attention." Albert nodded. "Otherwise, it will be difficult both at home and abroad."

"How about holding a conference of great powers?" Charles raised his head and looked at the palace in the distance. "Gather the dignitaries from all over Europe. In order to avoid a war in Europe, we have to find some common interests for everyone."

"Common interests?" Albert was a little confused.

"Common interests. In fact, they are divided interests. We have to create some problems so that all countries cannot unify their stance." Ciel smiled slightly, "Yes, we have to throw a golden apple among these goddesses. Let them have a good argument."

"So where are the apples?" Lucien asked with some confusion.

"In the Balkans. I think we have to admit that the Austrians have the right to expand to the Balkans - and we will openly support this right internationally." Charles replied in a low voice, "We cannot face the whole world alone, so we need Helpers. The Austrians are a suitable helper. They are just right in strength and weakness, so...if we don't let them expand into Germany, we have to agree to their expansion into the Balkans - if we want them to listen to us."

"Balkans?" Lucien frowned, "Isn't that the territory of the Turks? Is it necessary to fight?"

"We can't fight." Albert immediately interjected, "With the example of Greece as inspiration, the various ethnic groups in the Balkans are now very determined to break away from the Ottoman Empire. The Turks will not be able to maintain their rule in the Balkans, and they will soon. Really let What people are worried about is the Russians. They have always claimed to be the patron saint of the Slavic nation and will definitely be very disgusted with the intervention of other countries. "

"It is precisely because the Russians are disgusted that we must support them even more." Charles replied calmly. "In this way, we can create discord between Russia and Austria, and they will not coordinate their stance against us."

Lucien spread his hands and said that he understood what Charles meant, but he was still a little disappointed that he couldn't fight.

"If a conference of European powers is to be held, the opportunity will definitely not be there. Why not discuss African issues there as well." Albert suddenly said. "If there is a piece of the African cake to be divided, other countries will definitely be tempted by it, and devouring Africa will also consume their energy, so that they will not become angry with us soon."

Then, Albert sneered, "Besides. Marching into Africa can also allow our army officers and soldiers to consume their excess energy, so that they will not be busy plotting coups to establish military governments."

"That's just a small number of people!" Lucien defended dissatisfiedly, "Okay. If you can make such a deal, I think the army officers and soldiers' perception of the diplomatic community will be much better..."

"Okay, Albert, this is a good idea." Charles was silent for a few seconds before making a decision. "Then it is settled that an international conference should be convened in Paris as soon as possible to discuss the question of peace in Europe and the welfare of the peoples of the Balkans and Africa."

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After reaching a consensus, they stopped talking for a while and continued to move forward, thinking about how to implement this decision next.

In just a few words, these three people made a decision about the future destiny of Europe.

"Lucien, don't be anxious." After walking for a while and about to reach the palace, Charles suddenly spoke again.

"What?" Lucien didn't respond.

"Don't be anxious. The war will definitely come..." Ciel raised his head and looked at the sky, "And it will be a war on a scale beyond our imagination. The whole world will participate in it, and the war will spread across the sky and oceans. 's war."

His two friends were silent, looking at him, waiting for his explanation.

"Europe is no longer the same as it used to be." Charles sighed softly. "The strength of every powerful country is growing, and it will grow too much in the foreseeable future. The growth of strength will bring ambition. And ambition will Gatherings will collide and eventually turn into violent conflicts, and one day each powerful nation will find itself. The room for maneuver will become smaller and smaller, and then they will gather together according to their own interests. Europe will become two hostile groups, confronting each other and hating each other. Then... it will be the most violent fight in history, three or four. Hundreds of millions of people fight mercilessly until one side sheds all their blood."

His description immediately gave the two listeners a chill in their hearts.

"You mean, even if they hate each other very much, it is possible for Britain and Russia to unite against us?" Albert asked after a moment. "Will they form an alliance against our alliance?"

"Big countries don't care about feelings, only about interests." Charles replied calmly, "If we put enough terrible pressure, London and Petersburg can naturally love each other."

"Really..." Lucien also thought thoughtfully, "So you are saying that the next war will be a full-scale war divided into camps across Europe?"

"Yes, it is such a war, and I'm afraid it will last for a long time." Ciel nodded slowly, and his tone became heavier, "Everything we do is just delaying this war, the longer we delay it. , the greater the accumulated energy, and the greater the scale and destructive power of the war will be. This war is now delayed by our efforts, maybe in our old age, maybe after we die. After that, but this war is inevitable. In the final analysis, there must be a reckoning between the two world empires. There can only be one master in Europe, Lucien, Albert. By then, there may be 10 million people, or Twenty million people will die because of our empire in such a war. I hope you understand the meaning of this number. That means either win or the empire will perish!"

A biting chill penetrated into the bones of both people.

Although what the prince said seemed to be out of touch with reality, as assistants who had been following him for many years, they all knew that the prince's judgment was almost never wrong.

In other words... in a few decades, there will be a general liquidation of various countries in Europe, with rivers of blood flowing.

What would this look like? No one can describe it clearly.

"Maybe I won't be able to see the general reckoning, but... I will prepare everything needed for this life and death duel for my son and my grandson." After a long silence, Lucien finally spoke, his His hands were also clenched into fists, "Every year the army holds a mobilization exercise, combat plans for various countries are also revised every year, and weapons and artillery are always prepared - I, at least, can let our future generations use the highest spirit of Attitude, throw yourself into the reckoning!”

"That's it, Lucien." Charles smiled slightly, but there was not much warmth in it.

Yes, after understanding these facts, who can not let himself feel melancholy?

They have now arrived at the palace.

A wave of cheers reached their ears.

Just under their gaze. The current Queen, Her Majesty Nunnally I, is standing on the balcony, accepting the cheers of popular representatives.

This beautiful girl wears a sparkling crown on her head. She is noble but also looks cute, because she has become the focus of everyone's attention. She looked very excited, her hands in white silk gloves kept waving, and her face turned slightly red.

Below, representatives of the people from all over the city and countryside looked up to admire the lovely queen, cheering for her appearance and the empire's growing power.

"Long live Her Majesty the Queen!" "Long live the French Empire!" cheers came and went.

Ciel said nothing. He just silently looked at the Queen who he had single-handedly supported to the throne and who always assisted her.

"If she can command a hundred people today, maybe tomorrow she will become the real master of the empire, and then prepare for the doomsday battle of the gods on our behalf?" Perhaps in order to break this melancholy and heavy atmosphere, Albert said A bad joke.

This bad joke made Lucien couldn't help but glare at Albert.

Ciel actually laughed.

This smile was relaxed and natural, and had a kind of bad taste that a middle-aged person would have when facing a young person, "Don't worry, she will never have a chance, my dear friend."

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The palace is now decorated with lights and decorations. Uniformed guards and attendants passed by, everyone looking cheerful. When Ciel and his party passed by, they all lined up to the side and extended their most sincere greetings to this group of rulers.

The time is almost up.

Amidst the loud announcements from the palace attendants, the door of the hall was opened, and then the prince, the duke and a large group of their assistants and entourage also filed into the splendid hall.

There were already many people gathered here. Celebrities from all walks of life and ministers from various countries were all dressed up. The light reflected from the jewelry almost made him unable to open his eyes. When the most powerful and famous man in Europe appeared, almost everyone fell silent. Put your eyes on him.

The scene was as grand as ever.

The French Empire just loves grandeur and ostentation.

When he suddenly arrived, everyone lined up respectfully on both sides, allowing him to walk forward proudly and walked to the throne in the middle.

The Queen Mother, who was sitting on it, still had no expression on her face. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.

Charles bowed respectfully and saluted her - just as respectfully as he had done to her husband.

"Your Majesty, I wish you all the best."

"I also wish you all the best, Your Highness." The Queen Mother replied calmly.

The two middle-aged men smiled at the same time, which made people unpredictable.

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"Your Majesty!?"

The celebration was about to begin, but Her Majesty the Queen still did not attend.

At this time, she had just finished meeting with the people's representatives and was preparing to change into a big dress in the dressing room.

Nanali stood by the bed with an expressionless face. Looking at her beautiful self in the mirror.

She was an indispensable decoration for every celebration, and just a decoration.

But she didn't just want to be a decoration, so she was like being angry, hiding in the dressing room to delay time - although she knew that at the last minute, she would definitely be taken there by force.

Hateful... That person must be there to steal my glory again.

The little brown-haired girl next to her was Caroline de Leflair, her female companion.

Although on the surface she was the daughter of the Minister of War, the Duke of Bonn, in fact, Nunnally knew that she was the daughter of that man and the master de Dilieron, but in order to cover up the shame, the lady took her daughter as her sister's daughter and fostered her in her home. The master liked this queen very much, so he simply called her into the palace and treated her as his female companion.

Hum, what a male dog who flirts everywhere! Sooner or later, he will suffer retribution! Nunnally cursed in her heart again.

"Your Majesty?" Although she didn't answer, the girl next to her still shouted tirelessly. "Your Majesty, everyone is waiting for you! You can't take too long to change your clothes!"

"Um... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Although Caroline is a little older than her, perhaps because she has read too much and her brain is damaged, she always looks more like a child than Nunnally, so innocent that it is ridiculous. It is hard to believe that she is actually a Treville.

However, although her brain is not good enough, her chest is much taller than that of the Queen. When her eyes moved from her face to her chest, the Queen's unprovoked anger increased a little.

"Don't rush me, I know!" She frowned and said.

"But... the time is really... really coming soon..." After being scolded by Nunnally, Caroline shrank back a little, "At least... at least you should put on your coat? The weather is so cold today..."

Yes, she really respects the Queen, so Nunnally can find some of her lost imperial majesty in her.

"Okay, I know! Look how scared you are! Don't I know it myself?" Even though Nanali hated everyone who had a relationship with that person, she couldn't get angry with Caroline. "Bring the coat here and help me put it on!"

"Okay!" Caroline's face lit up, and she quickly took the dress for her and walked to her side.

However... when she was about to walk to the Queen's side, she suddenly tripped over a chair and fell to the Queen.

"Your Majesty!" With this scream, both of them fell to the bed.

Because she loved reading since she was a child, Caroline was nearsighted - just like her mother.

"Your Majesty, are you okay!" After falling to the ground, Caroline first wailed, and then immediately got up to see Her Majesty.

"Are you a fool? How can you not do this little thing well!" Nanali was furious.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Please forgive me!" After pulling Her Majesty up, Caroline apologized to her repeatedly.

After she apologized repeatedly, Nunnally's anger was mostly gone.

After all, she was a child who lacked friends.

It would be great if the subjects of the empire, including that person, were so gentle and obedient... She suddenly thought to herself.

"You are so useless, I will punish you!" She deliberately frowned. "Close your eyes!"

"Your Majesty... Don't punish me, I didn't mean it!" Caroline whined softly, but still obeyed His Majesty's order.

This nervous and uneasy look after closing her eyes is really a bit ridiculous.

It's so cute... Nunnally almost wanted to laugh.

No, no! The empress of the empire cannot easily show her joy and anger! Her mother's teachings suddenly flashed through her mind, and she quickly regained control of her expression.

But it's really cute!

With a complex feeling of joy and anger, she lowered her head and kissed Caroline on the mouth.

"Ah!" When the two lips touched, Caroline shuddered as if she had received an electric shock, then opened her eyes and looked at the Queen in confusion, "Your Majesty!?"

"This is a punishment, don't you accept it?!" Nanali asked her with a stern face.

Just like a real king facing his subjects.

Under the sight of Her Majesty, Caroline shrank back and lowered her head again. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Should I continue to tease her? Nanali thought.

"This is a noble revenge for Treville!"

After hesitating for a moment, she secretly made up her mind and kissed him again.

Caroline was trembling with fear, but she did not resist and accepted the punishment helplessly.

After a while, the Queen ended her "punishment" and stood up happily again.

"Okay, put on the dress for me!"(~^~)