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The opening ceremony had concluded, and Bola sent off the guests before returning to his castle. As soon as he stepped inside, he collapsed onto the sofa.
"Finally done, I'm exhausted."
Bola sat there, picked up the teapot, but instead of pouring tea into a cup, he raised it to his lips and drank directly from it.
"Ah."
After finishing the tea, Bola set the teapot down on the table and lazily reclined, planning to take a short rest.
At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in," Bola called out languidly.
Creak.
The door opened, and a guard dressed in a black suit entered. As a member brought over from Baroque Works, he was already accustomed to seeing Bola in such a state.
"Your Majesty, Minister Dalton has arrived," the guard said seriously.
"Just let him in," Bola replied irritably. "After all this time, he can come in directly if he wants to see me."
The guard sighed slightly. "We feel the same way, but Minister Dalton insists on having us announce his arrival."
"Fine, fine."
Bola waved his hand dismissively. "Let Dalton in."
"Yes."
The guard promptly exited, and soon Dalton opened the door and walked in. Upon seeing Bola's appearance, his expression reflected a hint of exasperation.
“Your Majesty, you need to be more serious,” Dalton said with annoyance.
Bola lazily replied, “There’s no one else here.”
“I’m here, and you can’t act like this in front of your ministers,” Dalton said helplessly.
“What’s the difference between us?” Bola looked at Dalton and reached for the water jug. “So, what do you want?”
“I want to ask Queen Bora something.”
Dalton took a deep breath. Hearing her casualness warmed his heart, but he still said, “Are you a member of Baroque Works?”
“Pfft.”
Bola sprayed water all over Dalton’s face in shock and asked, “What are you talking about?”
Dalton wiped the tea off his face and said, “Looks like I was right.”
Bola straightened up, placed the teapot on the table, and looked at Dalton. “How did you find out?”
Dalton thought for a moment and replied, “It was quite simple. Heckler was with you when we landed to fight, and he had fought me before. Although he left before I faced Christmas, I remembered his name. Also, Christmas has disappeared multiple times; eleven months ago was when Heckler was being hunted down, which coincided with the time when high-ranking Officers of Baroque Works were leaving. Plus, you gained some extra wealth during that time, which made me realize that you must be a member of Baroque Works.”
As Dalton spoke, Bola nodded her head and looked at him. “I am indeed a member of Baroque Works.”
“Is that so?” Dalton felt a bit sad upon receiving confirmation.
Bola then asked, “But what’s the problem with that?”
Dalton paused for a moment, looking at Bola in disbelief. “Baroque Works is an evil organization; many people are wanted.”
"Evil? That word is merely relative," Bola said. "And am I being hunted?"
"No," Dalton shook his head.
Bola continued, "Elken and Christmas are not being hunted either, and those who are hunted will never appear in this country again. Baroque Works has been eradicated and will no longer show itself to the world."
"But I know you are still here," Dalton said, looking at Bola.
Bola nodded. "That's right, but you should know even more that our arrival has saved the entire nation and elevated it to new heights. At least without my connections to Baroque Works, our medical center would have never been funded."
"You're not wrong," Dalton nodded.
Bola then asked, "You noticed something was off long ago, so why did it take you so long to come find me?"
Dalton replied, "I was worried about the consequences of angering you and the potential disruption of plans. For Sakura Kingdom, this is the best opportunity for a rise."
"We are beneficial to this country; that result is enough."
Bola looked at Dalton and asked, "What do you plan to do next?"
Dalton said with some distress, "I don't know; I just want to..."
"You don't trust us, yet you can't deny our role, and you hope this situation can continue," Bola leaned back, crossing his legs. "In the end, you just want things to remain as they are."
Dalton hesitated before saying, "It would be best if it could stay like this."
Bola looked at Dalton and reassured him, "Don't worry; Baroque Works will never appear again. We will remain hidden in the shadows, and their interests will only amount to twenty percent of the shares. With a billion in investment and military protection, that share is already the biggest concession. I can guarantee that."
Dalton nodded. "That’s good."
"Bola looked at Dalton and said, 'And I hope you remember, this is not just your country, but also mine.'
'I understand,' Dalton replied.
Bola smiled and asked, 'Have you told anyone else about this?'
'No,' Dalton shook his head. 'Only I know.'
Bola said, 'So you're not afraid that I might kill you to keep it a secret? That wouldn't be difficult for me.'
Upon hearing this, Dalton opened his mouth and said, 'I believe Queen Bora wouldn't do such things.'
If this matter got out, everything would truly fall apart, so Dalton had to keep it confidential.
'You really do trust me...'
Bola looked at Dalton, the corners of her mouth curling up. Suddenly, she nudged him with her foot and asked, 'Do you like me?'
'W-What? How could that be?'
Dalton shrank back slightly, his eyes flickering.
Bola laughed and said, 'It's quite obvious. You often gaze at me, and whenever I look at you, you lower your head. Every now and then, you bring me gifts—whether it's a good catch from hunting or fresh fruits from somewhere, or even a coat you've made.'
Dalton coughed lightly and said, 'You are the Queen; I am your subject. If there's something good, of course I should present it to Your Majesty.'
'But last time when you went to Alabasta for business, you bought flowers and rushed back to give them to me—specifically as a delivery for Vivi. Have you forgotten that Vivi and I are friends? This kind of thing is easy to figure out,' Bola asked with a smile."
“W-What…” Dalton wiped the sweat from his forehead, unsure of what to say.
Bola looked at Dalton and asked with a smile, “Do you know why I know you like me?”
“Why?” Dalton raised his head, curious.
Bola smiled and replied, “It’s simple. Because I like you too. Since I like you, I can naturally feel what liking someone is like.”
“Huh?” Dalton looked at Bola, his voice trembling as he asked, “You like me?”
“That's right.”
Bola nodded and said, “I admire how you fight for the people of this country without hesitation, even after suffering such serious injuries. I appreciate that you stood up to support me and told the citizens they could trust me. I like how you’ve been thoughtful in giving me gifts, and how you pretended the flowers weren’t from you.”
“I…” Dalton's face turned red.
Bola looked at Dalton and asked with a smile, “So, would you be willing to be my man?”
“T-This…” Hearing those words made Dalton even more flustered.
Even though he was brave and resourceful in battle, he felt completely at a loss in front of the affection shown by the person he loved.
“Why are you being so wishy-washy?”
Seeing this scene, Bola said with annoyance, “I’m a woman who has come this far, and you’re still unmoved? Are you not a man anymore?”
Hearing this, Dalton gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and said seriously, “I’m willing.”
Upon hearing this, Bola stood up, walked in front of Dalton, sat on his lap, cupped his face in her hands, and slowly leaned down.
Dalton closed his eyes, and the two lips drew closer until they finally met in a kiss.
Feeling the warmth of each other's lips, both of their hearts felt incredibly warm.
However, after a moment, a voice suddenly rang out, "Kissing isn't just about pressing your lips together. Come on, kiss already! Haven't you two ever kissed before? Oh my, aren't you both in your thirties? Is this really your first time? Hahaha."
"Christmas, get the hell away from me," Bola shouted towards the distance. "If I catch you spying again, I'll poke your eyes out."
"Alright, alright, I'm leaving."
With that, Christmas vanished in an instant, leaving no one knowing whether she had truly gone.
Dalton's face had turned bright red as he felt Bola's voluptuous hips pressing against his thigh, sitting there frozen in place.
"Don't mind her."
Bola snapped back to reality, looked at Dalton's face, and leaned down once more.
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