Chapter 362

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Gepard didn't know if Sister Silva would work, but Bronya right now seemed to have been defeated.....

Because the Emperor's gaze had never moved away from Kokolia.

To be precise, it had never moved away from that patch of hollowed-out black stockings on the outer side of Kokolia's thigh.

As a subject, Gepard naturally had to follow a subject's red lines.

Don't look, don't listen, only obey orders.

So he very tactfully turned his gaze toward his own biological sister.

Then he saw....

Silva stared at Xuan Ge without blinking, a faint, barely-there smile still playing at the corner of her mouth.

That look — calling her a nymphomaniac would be praising her restraint.

Gepard: "……"

He fell into a long silence.

At this moment, a bold idea popped into Gepard's heart.

He was going to make a decision that went against his ancestors.

He was just an ordinary person, average talent, average strength; thrown into the Divine Martial Army Camp he probably couldn't even stir up a ripple.

But his sister was different!

Silva was good-looking, had a great figure, a dashing personality — second to no one.

Besides, Kokolia could sever her mother-daughter relationship with Bronya and become sisters just to send Bronya aboard.

Then why couldn't their Corridor Family send their sister up there?

Gepard steeled his heart, gritted his teeth, stepped forward, cupped his fists, and spoke: "Your Majesty, we will take our leave first."

Xuan Ge exerted all his strength before he finally managed to pull his gaze away from that expanse of white where Kokolia's legs and buttocks intertwined, that half-sphere.

He nodded, righteous and awe-inspiring: "Good, thank you for your hard work."

Gepard cupped his fists, retreated two steps, and only on the third step turned and withdrew from the grand hall.

That back view — indescribably tragic, yet indescribably resolute.

Only after her younger brother's footsteps had completely faded did Silva reluctantly tear her gaze away from Xuan Ge's face.

For some reason, she suddenly had a strong premonition....

That kid Gepard was going to do something earth-shattering.

And she, it seemed, absolutely could not drop the ball.

Kokolia watched Gepard leave, then glanced at the naive Bronya; she felt a bit helpless.

Who did this child Bronya learn from? How could she be so honest now?

Couldn't she just stroll around with the Emperor a bit more, then talk about worries, talk about heart-to-heart thoughts, then eat a meal, accidentally drink some wine, then go to the Goethe Hotel....

And now it was good — Bronya rushed to bring Xuan Ge over; the goodwill she had originally brushed up, the Xuan Emperor used it all on herself instead.....

But helplessness aside, an opportunity delivered to your door — there's no reason to push it away.

Kokolia's face immediately showed a perfectly measured gentle smile, and she proactively walked forward.

As she walked she deliberately slowed her steps, letting that patch of hollowed-out black stockings on the outer side of her thighs fade in and out of view, her fair tender skin dazzling the eyes under the lamplight.

This move is called "fade in and fade out"; revealing directly is too vulgar, half-covered half-hidden is what hooks people most.

"Your Majesty has had a hard journey; please sit down and rest a while."

Xuan Ge nodded; at this moment he also relaxed.

Bronya was still a bit green; all along the way her purpose had shifted from contact to pure-hearted sincerity.

If it were an ordinary youngster, they might have fallen for Bronya's act.

But he wasn't young anymore; eight hundred years of time, plus that hateful Big Lily, had trained his eyes to become stranger and stranger.

Kokolia was like a cup of mellow fine wine — the more you savor, the more flavor; far superior to the naive Bronya.

Seeing he didn't refuse, Kokolia rejoiced inwardly, secretly thinking there was hope.

She didn't chat about boring proper business like Yarilo-VI development or Xian Zhou cooperation.

Those were too dull; what mattered was cultivating feelings.

She picked only light topics, introducing to Xuan Ge what fun places Belobog had.

Which tavern's wine was most fragrant, which observation deck's night view was best, even which shop's desserts were most famous — she listed them all one by one.

She spoke in such detail it was just short of directly saying "Your Majesty, want me to take you to each one?"

Xuan Ge listened, nodding in agreement from time to time, completely playing along with Kokolia.

Silva sat on the single sofa to the side; on the surface she was listening to Kokolia speak, but in reality her gaze had never left Xuan Ge.

It wasn't that she had never seen Xuan Ge before.

She had seen paintings, seen statues, even dug up and watched battlefield recordings from the Divine Might General era.

But the real person standing before her — that feeling was completely different.

Too different.

The person in the painting, no matter how handsome, is dead; the statue, no matter how lifelike, is cold.

But really seeing him — that truly is different.

He was young, confident, the corners of his mouth forever holding a trace of carefree smile; when he spoke his voice was deep and pleasant, and even the motion of lifting a teacup carried an indescribable composure.

Especially that... superb husband-material vibe.

It was the kind of "looks like he'd be good at cherishing someone, good at running a household, and especially able to fight" feeling, making one unable to help wanting to get close, wanting to touch.

As Silva watched, her heartbeat went a bit out of control.

She wasn't young this year either; calling her an old maid would not be excessive. Before, she had single-mindedly pursued research and rock and roll, and had no interest in men.

But now...

She had figured it out: it wasn't that she had no interest, it was that she hadn't met the right one.

This Xuan Emperor simply grew right onto her aesthetic points.

Silva swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her fingers unconsciously scratching at the sofa armrest.

She also wanted to go up.

Really wanted to.

But she also felt a bit unable to pull down her face...

Kokolia was already there making an active attack; if she herself squeezed in too, wouldn't that be dropping her price too much?

And... compared to Kokolia, she seemed to have no advantage at all.

Right when she was torn, the phone in her pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrated once.

Silva originally didn't want to look; at a critical moment like this, how could there be time to check her phone.

But when it vibrated a second time, she still couldn't help taking it out.

It was a text message sent by Gepard.

Only one sentence:

【Sister, I've already intercepted the Empress's entourage. You cheer up.】

Silva: "..."

She silently put down the phone, silent for three seconds.

Then she raised her head, glanced at Kokolia, then at Xuan Ge, and finally her gaze landed on Bronya.

Bronya was sitting right beside Xuan Ge, quiet and still, like an obedient mascot.

She took a deep breath; her younger brother had spoken to this extent, if she were cowardly now it would truly be letting down the Corridor Family bloodline.

Just at this moment, Bronya stood up, saying she was going to get some snacks.

The moment she left her seat... Silva moved.

"Your Majesty, do you like music?"

Silva sat down in Bronya's spot, and then leaned her body even closer to Xuan Ge than Bronya had.

Xuan Ge nodded to show he liked it, then thought of Robin and asked: "Can you sing?"

"I can, but the style belongs to rock and roll." Silva smiled and nodded, paused, then tentatively asked: "Your Majesty, want to listen?"

"Sure." Xuan Ge smiled; he had always been listening to the songs Robin sent him, but rock and roll was the first time he'd heard it.

It wasn't that he didn't know rock and roll; he just couldn't be bothered to listen, and there was simply no time to settle down and listen.

Silva perked up at this; she actively wrapped her arm around Xuan Ge's other arm and said: "How about tonight? I'll sing for Your Majesty alone."

Kokolia at the side didn't interject, didn't interrupt; he just silently watched, feeling happy in his heart for his friend's decision.

"... Okay."

Xuan Ge naturally couldn't let down the second fine-wine invitation; he readily agreed.

On the other side, Bronya carried a tray full of snacks, walking back happily.

Then she saw—

On her own seat, sat Silva.

Silva had even scooted closer to Xuan Ge's side, smiling and talking with him; the two looked... rather intimate.

At this moment the highlight in Bronya's eyes vanished.

She held the tray expressionlessly watching Silva: "What are you doing?"