In the Name of Empress-Chapter 590 - 349: She’s a Bitch (Part 2)

After a moment of surprise, Queen Sisi looked at Christine with a slightly provocative gaze, her perfect chin in focus.

The Little Saintess of Light could look at her, so of course, she could look back; it was only reasonable.

However, the moment this gaze touched Christine, goosebumps spread all over her body, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Christine's stomach churned, and she abruptly stood up, disappearing like lightning through the doorway.

The room was in an uproar.

Sif signaled to Roland with her eyes, indicating that he should go out and take a look.

With a tacit understanding, one glance was enough for Roland to understand her intent.

Although Christine had different beliefs and behaved somewhat radically, she was their ally. Ignoring her trouble wasn't quite appropriate.

Roland quickly explained to the other delegates and also disappeared through the door.

Queen Sisi's speech was unexpectedly interrupted, sparking some irritation within her. To maintain dignity, she shrugged off casually and said elegantly:

"Let's wait for them. Miss Christine is quite powerful and hasn't been injured; it seems rather unlikely to be physical discomfort, but perhaps there's some special reason." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Gentlemen, please be more accommodating to the ladies. Thirteen years ago, I too spent a few months frequently vomiting, a memory still fresh even now."

She sat down casually, sipping tea with elegance.

It seemed she was explaining for Christine, but the men present suddenly recalled something.

This year, the Crown Prince of the Tirol Kingdom is twelve and a half years old, and thirteen years ago was the time when Queen Sisi was pregnant.

Reflecting on Christine's embarrassed departure looking like she was nauseous, and connecting it with Roland's eager display of concern as he rushed out, it was hard for the representatives not to let their minds wander.

They exchanged knowing looks with ambiguous expressions, subtly conveying, "Those who know, know. Those who don't, wouldn't understand even if told."

Though Queen Sisi's words weren't targeted or accusing, they subtly suggested that Miss Saintess wasn't so clean.

This rumor-mongering style was elegant and composed, but in essence, was no different from gossip.

Queen Sisi's rumor-mongering techniques were sophisticated, but Sif's Power of Insight had long seen through her malicious intent with undeniable clarity.

Sif frowned slightly, very displeased.

She didn't mind Sisi slandering Christine, but dragging Roland into it crossed her line.

Even if Roland had really done it, it wasn't for her to fabricate lies.

Moreover, he hadn't done it at all.

Sif possessed a pair of keen eyes. As she advanced to Tier Five with the hidden class [Dictator], her insight ability had significantly enhanced. With the Divine Artifact Magic Mirror miniaturized and carried with her, she could see through more and more things.

She could clearly see that Christine was pure.

She could also see Queen Sisi's malice towards the whole world and the pale pink number 15 above her head.

This represented that Queen Sisi had been intimately close to fifteen male partners.

Poor old King of Tirol, clearly wearing fourteen green crowns.

Sif maliciously speculated that when the old King got married, he was already sixty-one, and perhaps there were fifteen green crowns in total?

An outwardly glamorous and dignified bitch.

This was her evaluation of Queen Sisi. The Tirol populace regarded such a woman as the nation's goddess, and she was still the object of admiration for countless young nobles—it was truly a tragedy.

Sif was somewhat curious about what Christine had seen earlier that caused such an outburst.

Although she didn't particularly like Christine, she acknowledged the Pope of Light's strength and did not consider Christine someone who feared Queen Sisi.

Though Queen Sisi was spreading rumors, she was not wrong in one thing: Christine was indeed nauseated, and quite severely.

On the roadside, not only did she vomit all her breakfast, but even stomach acid came up.

Roland did not speak, only handed her a handkerchief.

"Thank you, don't worry, it's just a physical discomfort."

Invoking Holy Water to clean the stains from her lips and using the handkerchief to dry the drops of water on her lips, Christine realized the handkerchief was one Roland had used, making her momentarily at a loss.

"Holy Light, keep me chaste, do not allow..."

Christine had just begun reciting when Roland abruptly interrupted her, "Okay, stop repenting. I haven't used this thing; I just grabbed it randomly before leaving the Winter Palace. It's brand new."

Brand new?

Christine became more puzzled as she could smell a faint pleasant scent on the handkerchief. Not Roland's, but randomly taken from the Winter Palace, could it be...

Thinking that this might be a treasured item from Sofia's years-long collection made Christine feel even more nauseated.

Fortunately, everything to vomit was already out; if she continued, it would be all stomach acid, so she just dry heaved.

"Christine, time is precious, let's return."

"Aren't you going to ask why I lost my composure?" Christine asked softly while walking behind Roland.

"If you tell me, I'm willing to share the burden; if you don't, I believe you have your reasons."

Roland did not turn back, only spoke calmly.

"In the darkness, shadowy tendrils weave a web. In that instant earlier, I sensed a profound dark aura emanating from Queen Sisi," Christine's ethereal voice rang out as if from the endless void.

"The second line of the prophetic poem?" Roland stopped, turning abruptly to look at the clarity in Christine's eyes.

"Divine Oracle."

Christine stubbornly corrected Roland's terminology mistake.

Roland remained composed, speaking in a solemn tone: "It seems the latter verses of the prophecy... the Divine Oracle will also arrive soon."