black queen hypothesis

Half a year passed quickly.

As the capital city of the empire, Sils Maria has always been famous for its beautiful scenery.In spring, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and clear water is gurgling. In summer, there are thick shades to cover the sun and shepherd's lotus. In autumn, the lake is like a mirror, and the sky is far away.

It is the most vibrant season of the year, and the palace is hidden in a thick or light green.The fortifications have been completely repaired, and the outermost pale gold mask is shining; the guards are heavily guarded, and the maids and waiters are busy shuttling.This pure white palace has completely faded from the dilapidated depression of the previous winter; because it, like the empire, is about to usher in a new owner——

The only son of Queen Neferti, the last member of the royal family of Fin-Del, the veritable His Royal Highness the Prince, and the most powerful guide ever recorded in the empire—Veras Quinn Fin-Del-is coming to the coronation ceremony. held.

In order to prepare for the ceremony, everyone was busy without touching the ground.As the interim manager, Sig took care of the chores, and Laughlin, Harford, and Fernandez all helped her; even the Anubis Guard could find things like training the new Horus Guard. , leaving Vilas alone in the emperor's study, biting the penholder facing the vast star map——

"Leave the small things to us, just worry about those disobedient planets."

Recalling Sieg's words, Vilas couldn't argue, and could only cover his eyes and fall back on the chair.

The defeat of the Empire in the war with the Federation, although not completely destroyed, still has many consequences.For example, even if he returned to the empire and confirmed his identity, many subordinate planets still refused to recognize him, and some even wanted to be independent.

To be honest, this was expected by Vilas.After all, apart from blood relationship and the last battle, he really didn't make much contribution to the empire.In addition, he was not in the empire for most of his life, and his popularity is not enough, let alone the prestige that echoes everywhere.

To put it bluntly, after becoming emperor, he needs to recover at least fifty galaxies—it must be emphasized that under the nose of the Federation.Considering that the last peace agreement has not yet been signed, it is still unknown whether this behavior will be considered a provocation by the Federation.

And before that, he had to train an army that was absolutely loyal to him, otherwise it would be a problem whether the throne would be secure or not.

...so why on earth was he enthroned so early?

Vilas was a little irritable, and couldn't help scratching his messy black hair even more.His objection to moving it out was that it would make all existing or potential enemies target him; but in his heart, he might be more afraid of facing Silvio because he left without saying goodbye.

No one guessed the secret tangle.Regardless of whether it is the guards or the rose group, everyone agrees that since he is the emperor, he should not shrink back; otherwise, others will think that His Royal Highness is just like the rumors, and is a counterfeit!

Vilas knew that there was no way for him to express his guilty conscience, so he could only agree.He also thought about not sending an invitation to the Federation at all, but that was too obvious——

Back in the empire, he finally had the conditions to detect the spiritual connection.Unexpectedly, I was taken aback by the test, and the original A-level mental connection strength turned into an S-level.It is conceivable that if he did not restrain himself when giving Silvio spiritual counseling, and even went too deep into the other party's mental picture, the strength of the spiritual connection between them might have reached super S level——

A complete spiritual union is just one step away from a true bond.

Vilas hypnotized himself, and the S-level spiritual connection was the reason why he thought of Silvio from time to time.But he couldn't really deceive himself, because the truth could be the other way around...

Well, he admitted that he really couldn't forget Silvio.

But that's not to say Vilas regretted it.Until now, he still thinks it was a wise decision for him to leave the Federation and Silvio.

If you like someone, you have to protect that person; being someone else's weakness is never in his plan.

In addition, no matter how strong the spiritual connection is, it cannot cross the starry sky between Capitol and Sils Maria.So Vilas thought, their best result is probably separated by such a safe distance, one becomes the president and the other becomes the emperor; they hang on to the mental picture and see each other as distant stars.

...he could be content, really.

Thinking of this, Vilas patted his head, allowing himself to turn his attention back to the star map when he strayed from time to time.The information on the planets with the intention of defecting has been called out, and he studied the positions and forces one by one, and soon immersed himself in it.

Harford, who was absent from work, saw this scene as soon as he entered the door, and couldn't help crying. "Why are you so hardworking? Am I the only one going on strike?"

Vilas looked up, still a little confused. "Strike? Why?"

"You still ask me why!" Harford answered immediately, still a little annoyed, "I never knew Sieg's obsessive-compulsive disorder was so serious!"

Vilas really didn't know.This directly led him to see the extent of Harford's eloquence in the next 15 minutes-and he didn't go off topic, and it revolved around "the leader is not human, I'm going to die of exhaustion" from the beginning to the end. .

"...The error of the central axis of a pair of cups is no more than one ten-thousandth! This thing is simply impossible!"

Villars thought he had no way of checking this, and could only cast a sympathetic look at Harford. "May I find a chance to talk to Sieg?"

"Don't!" Harford immediately refused, seemingly taken aback, "She must know that I said it; maybe she will ask me to make a mistake within one hundred thousandth next time!"

Villars shrugged. "There's nothing I can do to help... Or how about you study the star map with me?"

Harford immediately jumped three steps away. "I'm just a mercenary!" He exaggeratedly clutched his chest, "I can only do guild entrustment, and fighting wars is not in my business scope!" After saying that, he jumped out of the door, looking like he was afraid of being left behind.

What a treasure... Vilas shook his head, intending to continue the previous research.Not long after, Laughlin poked her head out from the door, her big eyes flickering: "I made some chocolate pie, do you want to eat it?"

There is no reason not to eat the food delivered to the door, not to mention that Laughlin and Vilas have always had a good relationship.So he simply turned off the star map projection, and sat at the white round table on the balcony with Laughlin.

After eating half a cookie with black coffee and a lake view, accompanied by beautiful friends, Vilas felt refreshed. "It's a good thing you're here, Laughlin," he grumbled as he stroked his belly. "Without you, my life would be surrounded by sentries!"

Laughlin snorted. "With your pheromone compatibility range, do you still expect the sentries to stay far away from you?"

"Laughlin!" Vilas feigned anger.The two stared at each other for a while, then laughed again.

"Speaking of which, your enthronement ceremony will soon be here." Laughlin resumed the conversation, resting her chin on one hand, staring at Vilas, "Are you ready?"

Vilas had absolutely nothing to do with the ceremony or anything. "That's it."

Laughlin originally wanted to ask why he seemed to have no expectations, but recalling the intricate distribution of forces she had just seen, she swallowed the question back. "Will many representatives be invited then? Will the Federation send people?"

This question is on point. "I don't know," Vilas shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not?"

His Royal Highness the crown prince of the empire came back to life, and everyone had some doubts at first.However, Vilas never mentioned Silvio's role in it, and insisted that he himself escaped the siege of pirates by chance.No one found any loopholes, because the federal officials kept silent about it, and the interstellar pirates who love to jump were also uncharacteristically silent—in fact, no one found the pirates in the past six months, and they seemed to have evaporated out of thin air.

"No matter who is coming from the Federation, they can still make sense." Laughlin said, a little worried, "But if that guy's injury improves..."

That guy could only mean Smits.After being hit by Silvio's pulse gun several times, and having to break through the siege of the Federal Special Forces alone, the pirate leader's injury can be imagined.But the group has no leader, and the actions of pirates are inevitably affected.

"Without a suitable guide, the Sentinel's recovery is extremely slow...whether he will recover or not is still a question." Vilas curled his lips, "And then again, Sils Maria is not a pirate who just comes and goes. Just go where."

Hearing that he was so sure, Laughlin was relieved. "That's good."

Five interstellar days later, an invitation was delivered to Silvio's presidential desk.If you just look at its plain and concise surface, it is impossible to connect it with the invitation letter of the emperor's enthronement ceremony.

Watching Silvio open the envelope, Bacall's expression was very complicated.He had opposed putting Vilas back into the empire early on; now that the other party really wants to become the new emperor, it has to be said that part of the reason is because of the president of their federation. "are you going?"

Silvio glanced at the words and sentences inside, and smiled slightly when he heard the words. "why not?"

Bacall knew it would be like this.He pressed his hands on the desk, trying to make himself look aggressive: "I must remind you, if it wasn't for Smitz's serious injury, he would have destroyed you as soon as the news of Quinn's return to the Empire came out. Now half a year has passed , Smits may be ready to attack again. In this case, wouldn't it be better for you to send a special envoy to the empire?"

"I understand what you mean." Sylvio said calmly, neither affirming nor denying.

Bacall took a deep breath. "I know that Quinn has done spiritual counseling for you." He stiffened his voice, "Considering that spiritual counseling can only be carried out between two sentries and guides who trust each other, this undoubtedly strengthens the bond between the two of you. Connection. It's amazing how connected you and Quinn are, but that doesn't mean it's true!"

"So?" Silvio raised his eyebrows.He leaned forward slightly, "You mean, if there is a guide with whom you reach S-level spiritual connection, you can still pretend that he does not exist, and even guarantee that you will never see him?"

"I'm different from you." Bacall's eyes widened. "I don't represent the entire Federation!"

However, Silvio didn't take this seriously at all. "It looks the same to me." He said, he rubbed his lips subconsciously for the first time, his eyes were deep——

Want to send him away with just one kiss?

Dear Vilas, you underestimate me too!