Lady Rosalyne’s voice was not particularly loud.
It even carried that habitual, lazy arrogance of hers.
But in this ceremony, which had turned into a massive scene of public humiliation, it was clear enough for everyone to quickly realize just what an absurd farce had just taken place.
All eyes instantly focused on the person involved, Aqina.
And Aqina’s heart felt as if it had been suddenly struck by a deer, pounding wildly.
She could feel those ice-blue eyes, their gaze resting on her face.
Carrying interest, carrying a curious scrutiny.
Aqina secretly cheered in her heart.
She knew she had successfully attracted the attention of the Big Cat.
It was time to perform!
She completed the switch from a baring-teeth Wolfy to a well-behaved puppy almost instantly.
“Swish!” The saber returned to its sheath; her movements were crisp and clean.
She took half a step back and straightened her spine.
Although this movement tugged at her wound, causing her to frown slightly.
She put her left hand behind her waist, raised her right hand into a fist, and bent her elbow.
Facing Lady Rosalyne, she performed a standard, even textbook-level Snezhnaya military salute.
“Recruit Aqina, ID number 89757, reporting to Lady Rosalyne!” Her voice was cold and clear, carrying the unique magnetism of a Damselette.
Her pronunciation was clear, her posture respectful; she was like a completely different person from the one who had been guarding with a blade by the viewing platform just moments ago.
Only her slightly reddened ears betrayed that her heart was not entirely without ripples.
“ID number 89757?” Lady Rosalyne raised an eyebrow imperceptibly.
A very ordinary ID, but coming from the mouth of this Little Wolf Cub…
paired with her serious face, it actually seemed a bit affected.
A bit funny…
“Heh…” A low chuckle spilled from Lady Rosalyne’s lips.
In her ice-blue eyes, that hint of amusement grew stronger.
She changed faces so quickly.
One second she was baring her claws and howling to bite, the next second she could shut her mouth and start rolling over to let people pet her.
Interesting, it was truly becoming more and more interesting.
Under the gaze of everyone’s complex expressions, Lady Rosalyne slowly stepped down from the viewing platform.
The sound of her high heels striking the frozen ground was unhurried, yet it felt like it was stepping on everyone’s heart.
This naturally included Aqina, the person involved, whose heart was still pounding wildly.
Lady Rosalyne walked straight up to Aqina.
Aqina maintained her salute, not daring to move an inch.
Her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly; she could clearly see the dark brown hem of the other’s skirt, embroidered with black patterns.
And those high heels that made Lady Rosalyne’s ankles look slender.
As the footsteps drew closer and closer.
At the tip of Aqina’s nose, a cold fragrance of ice and snow, mixed with a scent like Burning flames, wrapped around her.
It wasn’t strong, but it carried an extremely powerful presence, even oppression.
A hand wearing a black silk glove reached out, and Lady Rosalyne’s somewhat cold fingertips gently lifted Aqina’s chin, forcing her to look up.
Aqina caught those ice-blue eyes, now close at hand, off guard.
The mask covered half her face, but it made the exposed eye all the more clear.
Especially since it was reflecting her own somewhat stunned face at this moment.
Lady Rosalyne leaned down slightly, moving close to Aqina’s ear.
The warm breath brushed against her already reddened ears like a feather.
“Little Wolf Cub…” The volume was such that only the two of them could hear.
It carried a hint of lazy teasing.
Aqina’s ears turned completely red instantly, and even her neck was stained with a faint pink.
Her body stiffened, and her brain went completely blank for a moment.
She…
Lady Rosalyne is teasing me!
“System!
Little System!” Aqina’s heart was screaming wildly.
The system responded immediately and scanned her physical condition.
“<Detected that the host’s adrenaline is rising sharply, heart rate is too fast, face is flushed, and body surface temperature is rising.
According to this system’s analysis, this is a normal physiological reaction.
Hint: Please keep calm, Host, and meet changes with constancy.
The other party might just be testing you.>” The system’s electronic voice carried, as always, a hint of disdain, as if to say, “You are really pathetic.” But Lady Rosalyne seemed very satisfied with her blushing and racing heart in this moment.
She let go, straightened up, and returned to that condescending, arrogant, and indifferent posture.
As if that almost intimate whisper had never happened.
She didn’t even glance at the deathly pale Popov on the ground.
Treating him just like a pile of mud that was dirty even to look at.
She waved her hand casually and instructed the Vanguard, who had appeared silently in the back at some unknown time: “Disturbing the ceremony, suspected of assassination.
According to the rules, send him to the Northland Mine for ten years, and let him vent this energy properly.” The tone was as flat as if she were deciding what to have for dinner.
“Yes!” Two Vanguard immediately stepped forward and dragged the limp Popov and his lackeys away like dead dogs.