In a haze, after catching onto a certain feeling, Leon suddenly gasped, vaguely grasping the correct usage of the [Soft Rice] emblem.
This aning that disregards any current conditions is likely to encompass even the condition of location in reality, so theoretically, just standing behind Veronica would allow one to mobilize the entire army of the Kingdom of Lutung right before them.
And this is not even the end.
If the definition of "assets" is broad enough to include all the citizens and their wealth, then standing behind Veronica, one could even pack up and take the entire Kingdom of Lutung in the blink of an eye!
It's ridiculous, truly ridiculous. If my assumption is true, then this effect surpasses that of the Alcohol Immortal·Cheng Huang, and its operability far exceeds the singular effect of the [Immortal in Liquor]!
After slightly expanding his thoughts and contemplating several possible operations, Leon couldn't help but click his tongue, suddenly feeling that the activation conditions for [The Man Behind the Queen·Cream White] seed… perhaps… maybe not completely unacceptable?
Even if activating this soft rice emblem requires enduring a trendously embarrassing social death, for Veronica and , we can entirely treat it as so sort of… um… special interest? She shouldn't… possibly… probably won't view
differently because of this, right?
In any case, although the activation process of this thing is indeed disgraceful, if it's thrown to soone close, then rounding up a bit, can it be considered as not losing face?
...
"Leon?"
Feeling the slight moistness in her palm, the princess sitting in the carriage while holding Leon's hand, during the coronation parade, couldn't help but smile, slightly turned her body, and whispered teasingly:
"Why is your palm sweating? You're not nervous, are you?"
"..."
Frankly speaking, this is more like desperately overcoming an excess of sha rather than nervousness...
"Don't worry, the parade will end soon."
Seeing Leon remain silent, Princess Veronica… no, Queen Veronica squeezed his hand reassuringly, softly consoling him:
"If you're not quite suited to this kind of setting, then leave the greetings to … Sorry, I pulled you into this without asking, maybe I've put you in a difficult position."
"No, it's not."
Looking at the slightly apologetic look in Queen Veronica's eyes, Leon couldn't help but shook his head.
"I'm not nervous because of the crowd, I was just thinking about sothing, got a bit lost in thought."
Thinking about sothing that makes your palms sweat?
Hearing this, Queen Veronica blinked, then, during a pause between two hand waves, curiously and expectantly asked:
"What are you thinking about? Are you… thinking about our future?"
Uh… thinking of how to eat your soft rice in the future could perhaps count as thinking about our future?
Facing Queen Veronica's curious gaze, Leon hesitated for a couple of seconds, then, considering her honesty and sincerity towards him, couldn't help but bite his lip and say:
"If I tell you, you must promise not to laugh."
"Don't worry, I definitely won't laugh."
"Alright then…"
Seeing Queen Veronica's earnest expression, and unwilling to utilize this powerful emblem just yet, Leon figured he might as well lay it out since it would be a social death eventually, and frankly said:
"I was just thinking about whether to eat your soft rice in the future."
"?!"
Earlier, observing Leon's alternating serious and tense expressions, she thought he was pondering so serious concerns, but it turns out he was actually wondering whether to eat her soft rice, Queen Veronica couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"..."
o(╯□╰)o
"Ahaha… Sorry, I couldn't hold back, ahahaha!"
Directly laughing into Leon's chest, Queen Veronica couldn't help but cover her mouth firmly, calming down with a great deal of effort, then wrapped her arm around Leon's, suppressing her amusent to say:
"If you want to, then go ahead and eat it; I even hope you eat more, eat heartily, after all, most of the ti it's been you helping , and being needed, or even relied upon by you, I'm absolutely willing."
Alright then, this is on you.
Feeling slightly less ashad with the affirmation from the source, Leon, after briefly explaining the general way to eat "soft rice," again asked Queen Veronica whether she minded such usage.
Upon hearing that the soft rice Leon spoke of turned out to be a special "abnormal object," and covers such a vast range, Queen Veronica was quite astounded, pondered for a while, and then spoke:
"Leon, as far as material and wealth are concerned, it's fine, but when it cos to soldiers and citizens, would they be in danger being moved by you?"
"There will definitely be so, but in truly dangerous scenarios, I wouldn't casually deploy people."
With a ntal rundown of his adversaries, Leon slightly shook his head and said:
"In the situations I generally handle, an ordinary army shouldn't be of much help, and if I truly need a large number of people, it would probably be for tasks like resettlent or rescue.
Besides that, it's those scholars from the Crolock Kingdom, but they wouldn't be directly summoned, rather their researched items would be used, mostly special effects or more powerful weapons."
"Then there's no issue."
Sighing softly with relief, Princess Veronica smiled and said:
"What's mine is yours, summon whatever you need, if it's able to assist you, it's considered as the kingdom contributing to safeguarding humanity… By the way, when you activate this abnormal object, do you need
to cooperate in any way?"
"Um… need you to be held by ."
Held?
Hearing Leon's words, Princess Veronica couldn't help but blink, then tentatively reached out and hugged Leon.
"Is this alright?"
"No."
Shaking his head, Leon coughed and said:
"You need to be held by
from behind."
Held from behind?
Upon hearing this, Princess Veronica's face flushed red, she bit her lower lip lightly, remained silent for quite a while, but when the carriage rounded a corner, she quickly lifted herself directly into Leon's lap.
How soft…
Unexpectedly engulfed in a warm embrace, Leon instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, while Princess Veronica pulled the carriage curtain, shyly whispered:
"And then? What needs to be done next?"
And then…the mont of social death.
Thinking about what he was about to say, Leon's face couldn't help but flush slightly, and then he leaned down to her ear, speaking in his lifeti's softest voice, like a mosquito hum:
"Dear sister, I don't want to strive anymore."
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