Chapter 206: Twenty-third Episode: Chapter 7 (2/2)

Alan let out a deep breath. On one hand, he was worried about Her Majesty's absolute rejection. On the other hand, he was grateful for not having to deal with this significant but unclear issue.

However, at this moment, those who truly knew O'Neil Andrew Morisette did not even sense the potential danger that he could create. What worried Alan was the uncertainty of the future, which no one could tell.

”The south…” Alanis I Her Majesty uttered. No matter how feasible Alan's plans were, that one that focused on the south still seemed pretty feasible. ”If some coercive measures are taken without prejudice to the structure of local rights, will it be encounter great resistance?”

Alan and the Head of Secret Service Department exchanged glances. None of them could answer the question because they were not experts in the internal affairs of the government.

”Your Majesty! I would like to suggest you someone!”

”Oh?” Alanis turned to the Head of Secret Service who had remained quiet all this while.

”My uncle had served as governor in four local provinces. He knows the local affairs of the south, especially in Vielonna of Burton Province. When you summon him to -”

”Wait!” Alanis interrupted immediately, ”Sorry to say so but your father was a waste. I don't know he has a brother who has served as governor for four local provinces.”

Viscount Federick only forced out a smile, ”It dates to the separation of the brothers. Like Your Majesty, my uncle thinks that my father was a waste, so the brothers do not stay in contact much.”

Alanis shook her head, ”It's strange, how could I not know about a member of the Imperial Family who has been a four-time provincial governor? What is the name of your uncle? What is he doing now?”

”Abbio Roxes, he was the governor of the Westria Province during the Great Southern Riot in year 791. His Late Majesty the Third at the time sent all the Southern provincial governors to the public court, and my uncle has been sacked from the public office job and had been idling at home so far!”

”No wonder...” Alanis sighed at the event that happened a decade ago.

”Arrange a time!” her Majesty decided finally. She desperately needed such an expert in local affairs that was able to advise her, especially when Southerners' interest groups had formed a powerful political force.

The Head of Secret Service quickly bowed. He was mostly thinking for himself when considering this matter. Marquis Abbio Roxes was indeed an expert in government affairs, but the revitalization of the Roxes House still needed bigger and more influential power as a basis. After his preliminary goal was reached, the young Head of Secret Service slyly made an eye at Marshal Alan. He had successfully shifted the focus of Her Majesty away from the main problem and now left Alan to get himself out of the trouble.

”According to the local report, His Highness the Prince has left the Capital District. It is estimated that His Highness has now arrived at Quotak City, Damorel.”

Looking at the Commander of the Imperial Guards who had just spoken, Her Majesty walked to the front of the map of Empire State District in the corner of the study.

”Quotak City in the province of Damorel...” Alanis spent a great deal of effort to locate this unremarkable place name on the map.

”100 kilometers in just one day and night! His Highness seemed to have been really terrified!”

Alanis returned Alan's sneer with an eye-roll.

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A small city like Quotak City in Damorel hardly get any attention from the nobles or tourists. Its innocuous appearance had enabled the town to maintain the inherent peace for thousands of years. When a brigade led by an Imperial Prince of the Empire settled in town, most of the residents panicked by the sudden glory. They had heard of the prince's reputation, but they mainly associated the Prince with bringing the Empire into war and battles.

Oscar could not be bothered explaining to the locals about the purpose of his visit. He occupied the most glorious mansion in the city and shooed away all local nobles who came from all directions to pay him a visit.

Even with the considerate Vijdeline by his side, the annoyed O'Neil Andrew Morisette could not be calmed down completely. He was genuinely glad that his young son was not as active as any other little boy who kept asking for his attention. Otherwise, he might have to slaughter his own child.

Most of the people tried to avoid meeting the emotionally-tensed Prince. The soldiers kept themselves occupied by looking after each other in the troop. The accompanying military officials busied themselves with old information collected from the past. Prince O'Neil locked himself and the mother and son in the bedroom with Paul guarding by the door. Black Devil had more on his plates, as he had to guard by the window. What he wanted to do most now was to get a good night's sleep.

”Ola…I can't sleep…”

Oscar let out a long, deep sigh as he stared into the dark sky on the 19th night of the 2nd month. He tucked in his sleeping son in the bed, then got out from it carefully. Only now that he noticed his lover was watching him, and this made him worried again.

The kitchen had prepared a supper according to the instructions of His Highness the Prince. The meals served were not a scrumptious feast but there were some traditional, local Quotak foods too. Oscar enjoyed the beef pie with honey but after a few mouthfuls, he lost his appetite completely. This was not related to the pie which was the pride of Quotak. It was only because that his appetite was as terrible as his mood.

”Drink up!” Vij suggested to the man. She had specially put on a sleeping gown made from a thin material. The silk fabric made her body curves more prominent while she moved about, but her man had not seemed to notice that.

”Ola…a little bit of alcohol it is!” Oscar shrugged. The baked beef and vodka could upset his stomach but he still wanted to challenge his digestive system.

”Oh! We have some Ramonor Gin too!” Vij raised the bottle in excitement.

Oscar showed his concern, ”Gin? I thought you preferred champagne?”

Vij ignored the man's nagging and helped themselves to two glasses of liquor, ”Come one, bottoms up!”

Oscar sniffed the strong liquor of Ramonor Gin, ”Why?”

Vij thought about it for a moment, ”For that…O'Neil Andrew Morisette had escaped from the claws of the wizards! And so, he has entered a larger world full of more excitement! Hence, his future is now beginning to fall into the right path!”

”Ola…” Oscar murmured, ”Vij, honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about!”

The man admitted as he touched on the hem of the woman's sleeping gown, his fingers lingered on the towering chest. He trailed over the white ribbon and they slipped off the woman's shoulder quietly. Vij was sitting on the man's lap and she draped her hand holding the glass over the man's shoulder.

”You know what I'm talking about!” the woman teased the man playfully, ”I don't think that after what had happened you will remain indifferent? Are you still deliberately confusing yourself with your identity?”

”Confusing my identity?” Oscar widened his eyes.

Vij held his face in her palm, ”Yes, darling! You have to wake up! You are an Andrew. What does that mean? It is a fierce tiger in the clear waters and green fields of the wilderness. What does Andrew want? The fierce tiger needs to hunt prey, territory, and all creatures who will surrender to it, shaking on the ground when it growls!”

”I'm the Prince of the Empire, not a beast that you make me sound like!”

”Alright! Let me have a clear look at His Highness the Prince of this Empire!” Vij inspected the man's face with affection. ”Ola, darling! Should I call you a young kitten adopted by the Morisette Imperial Family? Or are you Her Majesty's favorite embroidered floral pillow? A true Prince of the Empire should spend his energy and effort in supporting the household and taking care of the salon. A true Prince of the Empire should know how to mess around with women, play with antiques and raise some hounds. A true Prince of the Empire should not be holding the military rank of a Marshal or medals exchanged with a full body of wounds. He should not be caring for assassins or uniting local governments! You're not a true Prince of the Empire but it seems that you don't really want to be a true Andrew. So, what are you, Oscar?”

The Prince of the Empire blinked his eyes blankly. What actually was O”Neil Andrew Morisette? He could not answer the question.

The Gin had made Vij's face reddened with heat. She moved her lips near the man's ear.

”You're only an idler who had been chased out of the house by his wife, a total and complete loser, a poor bug -”

Suddenly, Oscar threw the woman in the air and the massive force made a loud noise as Vij was slammed down to the hard surface of the dining table. Glassware and bottles fell to the ground, and the exaggerated shattering echoed within the walls of the room.

”Oh…you're mad! Why?” Vij was still holding the wine glass. She was now lying on the dining table, the bottom of her dress parted completely. The curves of her thighs and alluring hips were illuminated under the faint candlelight. The view resembled a poisoned snake that had been summoned out of its nest.

”Is it because I'm right?” Vij took a sip of the liquor as she spoke, but the liquid flowed out as soon as they touched her lips, leaving a dampen trail across her chest, into the deepest part of her body covered by the sleeping gown.

Oscar swallowed hard as he examined the woman. A raging fire was burning inside him, filling his entire body with the desire to conquer and abuse.

Vij did not stop the man's hands. One hand tore open her undershirt, leaving a cold sensation on her bare chest, while another hand had invaded the abandoned dampened field between her legs.

”Haha! Viesharl would never do that to me…”

Oscar's hand stopped from its earlier violent motion, his gaze burning with fire, ”Viesharl? The Flea? He also likes this horny body?”

”Of course!” Vij did not seem to notice that her words had completely enraged O'Neil Andrew Morisette who was on the brink to kill, ”In order to get me, or even just to get my body, he had even sold out the family who has raised him! In order to ask for my forgiveness, he even dared to kill someone like Rudolf Hoss! Look at you! Loser! You are nothing compared to my Big Flea! Where were you when your wife sent her assassins in an attempt to kill me? What have you done when my son was imprisoned by your wife?”

Oscar was not irritated. Instead, he covered the Sukhoi's House's mistress' naked body with his coat.

”Why do you want to infuriate me?”

”Because my man is a loser, a poor bug. He can't hide his wild ambition, but he also can't quench his thirst toward war and power. Even if these do not matter, the most crucial point is that my man completely had no idea about his own purpose in this life?”

Vij took a bottle of wine and gulped down hard. She turned her head over to the lighted candles on the candlestick.

O'Neil Andrew Morisette forced a smile and shook his head, ”Before this, I thought my life had ended in Damorga! That was why I had not thought much about what happens after.”

Vij smiled too, and her smile was even helpless than the man. Should she really have high hopes on a man like him? It was a question that kept her wondering even until now.

”Oscar! If you have no goal, set one!”

Oscar cocked his head as he thought of this, ”I want to build a naval port name Vijdeline along by the shoreline of Slovenia. I have even marked the location on the map! The military secret agent who came back from Slovenia said that there is a beach as transparent as a diamond and a kilometer-long trestle. I want to invite you for a stroll by the sea, but I also want to bring Sasha and Lana, that's why I haven't told you about it yet!”

Vij gazed at the man deeply. This was her man! He knew how to say romantic nothings and he even had no idea how mentioning other women at this time had killed the moment, and this man had two of them! But he always moved her with his spontaneous impulsive again and again, causing her to fall into a beautiful mental garden constructed in a colorful flower that she was thoroughly confused by the beauty of it. If tens of thousands of colors were the real face of O'Neil Andrew Morisette, then Vijdeline Von Sukhoi still felt that her choice was not too outrageous.

”If you're a fierce tiger...then occupy me with dominance!”

The woman lifted the man's coat aside, exposing her skin in the warm candlelight.