Renée had thought about it before. In fact, on the way here, she kept thinking about what she would say and do if she ever met Roland again.
Would she be like a little girl who had been lied to, angrily questioning why he had lied to her and kept such an important thing from her? Or would she be like a resentful wife, crying about how she missed him?
But, neither of those seemed to fit her current style. She didn't seem to be able to act like such a little girl.
It had been seven years since she became the ruler of a country. She had experienced countless difficulties and troubles within her own country, abroad, on the battlefield, and in diplomatic situations. Those that could be solved with military force were those that could only be helplessly bowed to. As the true ruler of the Northlands, Renée had probably experienced even more than Roland had in the past.
The tomboy had grown up. Her short hair reached her waist. At a diplomatic ball, it was the perfect curl for extravagant formal attire. On the battlefield, her dancing ponytail became one of her symbols.
She was experienced in diplomacy and mature in social etiquette. She was an outstanding general and leader on the battlefield. In the Mist Alliance and within her own country, she was a dignified ruler. Her aggressive diplomatic attitude combined with the confidence of a rising mega country actually helped the Mist Alliance become more and more influential internationally.
"Roland didn't choose the wrong person. He's always been much stronger than us in this area."
Even Marguerite, who was picky and refused to admit defeat, had to admit that Renée was outstanding. Even though Anne was also doing quite well in the Underground, she was still far inferior to Renée. Especially since Renée would always think of a way to run away whenever she was dealing with government affairs. She would always be in high spirits whenever she was dealing with military affairs or battles. She was obviously more suited to being a general than a politician.
Renée was the most dazzling existence among the younger generation.
The best rookie of the younger generation? No, the current Renée was already the most powerful and influential person in all of Eich. She was an existence equal to the emperors of other mega empires.
The Knight Princess of the past had already matured. She had no choice but to mature.
Childhood? Young girl's feelings? How could the ruler of a country have a normal childhood and adolescence? Her every move was the will of the country, and her personal likes and dislikes could determine the life and death of an individual or even an entire race. Love and such were things that no one dared to imagine.
Let's face it, seven years had passed. Considering that the average age of marriage in the continent was less than 18, Renée had long passed her wedding date.
However, as the most powerful and influential woman on the continent, Renée still had countless suitors. Every time a perfect man appeared on paper, even if Renée didn't do anything, the man's past misdeeds, hidden ambitions, and so on would automatically appear in front of Renée.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Another scumbag who intends to conquer the world with his lower body."
Perhaps it was due to Roland's excessive dislike of the "Dragon Aotian" (this name had a special meaning in this world due to Roland's nonsensical books). Her disgust of men and friendliness towards women formed a sharp contrast. Plus, with her past reputation, the Yuri Princess had already evolved into the Yuri Queen. That was why there were now many more beautiful women by Roland's side that he desired to conquer …
In order to avoid trouble and misunderstandings, the Knight Princess, who was becoming more and more accustomed to treating strangers with a stern expression, mysteriously became known as the Iron Queen. Even Renée herself felt that it was rather funny.
Actually, it was just that the somewhat muddle-headed, somewhat sly, and somewhat childish Knight Princess had been forced to take on the heavy responsibility of her country and her people by a certain irresponsible person. Responsibility and honor forced her to grow up. Everyone's expectations and trust forced her to grow up.
Back then, the little girl's yearning for the Prince Charming who saved the damsel in distress, after the accumulation of time, had fermented into something unknown. If she had to describe it, perhaps even Reyne herself couldn't figure it out. However, she was clear that whenever she thought of the man who suddenly abandoned her and her country, she couldn't help but feel angry.
"At the very least, you should have told me. Am I that untrustworthy …? "
But today, when he finally saw that familiar figure walking down the stairs from the upper floor, the memories and impressions of the past that had been beautified and strengthened by time overlapped with that sloppy-looking face. Many thoughts and feelings filled his chest.
"Wonderful, he hasn't changed at all. He's just a little more rash. Did he not eat … wait a moment, that can't be right."
When Renée discovered that she was more delighted than angry, she felt that something was wrong. When she saw that familiar pair of eyes sizing her up, even more chaotic thoughts surfaced.
The Iron Queen's face mysteriously flushed red, as if she didn't dare to face that familiar gaze. However, Roland's gaze kept moving up and down her body several times, as if he was looking for any changes in her. Roland's gaze even lingered on her sensitive areas for a long time, which was truly rude.
Renée was rather annoyed. Based on her increasingly violent temper, she should have kicked Roland long ago, but for some reason, she didn't know what to do. It was as if she was an elementary school student who hadn't finished her homework. Yet, for some reason, she was secretly delighted.
"Um …"
Roland's voice hadn't changed, and his handsome face had become thinner but more mature. His gentle gaze was focused on her face (from Renée's perspective). His expression seemed to be hesitant and worried. Was he feeling guilty?
"I'll forgive you if you apologize."
The female Knight who had just been filled with anger instantly became a little girl who was sulking with her parents. She instantly forgot her determination to take revenge a few minutes ago.
Meanwhile, Roland, who had been hesitating for a long time, finally spoke up.
"Um … that person of yours? He's also on our side? Beautiful girl, you've developed quite well. You're much better than my bean sprout. Nice to meet you for the first time. Please take good care of me … "
Before Roland could even finish his "first time meeting" greeting, a familiar angry roar reached his ears.
"Heavenly Punishment Heavy Strike!"
In front of the enraged girl, time and space were nothing. As she waved her steel gauntlets, a pitch-black heavy punch suddenly descended from another dimension and flew directly at Roland.
This brute strength came from a creature cursed by the Gods. The frightening heavy punch shattered space itself. This unfilial child of the Gods had now become Renée's power.
The frightening speed and brute strength were impossible to dodge. However, the creator of this attack didn't have the time to be happy, because he was directly smashed into the ceiling and viciously embedded into it.
Broken rocks kept falling from the ceiling, but there was no more news of that person.
"Nice hit!"
"That was so satisfying!"
"Another punch to the face!"
When someone was unlucky, everyone's reactions would reveal that person's usual personality.
Roland was beaten up. The witch laughed, the black cat laughed, and the bald Sword Saint laughed out loud. Even the great engineer took out a megaphone and declared his delight. Anyone who was familiar with Roland would clap their hands in delight.
Only the mercenaries and Catalina would be worried that Roland would be beaten to death.
"Relax. In this day and age, good people die quickly, while bad people live for thousands of years. As for this man … even if the world ends, he won't die!"
Timlad's explanation received nods of agreement from everyone. Even though Roland had been struck directly in the face by a Divine Sin, everyone still felt that he was fine. In fact, they even made it seem like they were celebrating a festival.
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