Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Sistamir looked at Zinora with eyes full of satisfaction, then waved his hand and shook his head, feeling somewhat ashamed of himself.

"I am unworthy of such praise. It is outrageous that demons have infiltrated my territory and committed such cruel and atrocities! Your Highness, please rest assured that I have already sent people to thoroughly investigate all the unusual merchants traveling through the area, and I will definitely give you an answer."

"Then I'm relieved. We absolutely must not let the Abyss take advantage of our weakness."

Zinora smiled, not paying much attention to the demon. Her gaze was intense, and she seemed eager to find a way to break through the internal strife in the six royal courts.

The little princess was getting anxious, which was exactly what Sistamir wanted to see.

"Alas, twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye. Your Highness has grown into a young man. I am sorry to have you witness such a disgraceful scene. Perhaps you have returned at the wrong time."

"No, I've come back just in time."

Chinara shook her head, about to speak, when the girl nestled next to Nolan, holding her hand, squeezed in, looking excited and charmingly saying, "Father, won't you introduce me to the legendary Princess?"

Father?

Zinora's eyelids twitched slightly, but she was more concerned about the intimate posture between the other person and Nolan.

What a woman!

240. Let's exchange a couple of moves.

From the front, the two heavy fruits on the chest of the beautiful Flame Elf were much larger, completely incomparable to those of Zenora.

Messiah's face darkened, and she subtly stepped between the two, pushing aside the impolite elf, and simply wrapped her arms around Nolan's neck to assert her dominance.

This made the beautiful goddess king even hotter. Her face was full of helplessness, and she looked like she might faint at any moment. She didn't want to say a word.

"Don't be rude!"

The Flame Elf King had a square face and a very upright appearance, which made it easy for people to like him. He glared at the girl, then changed the subject with a smile and said, "This is my daughter, Roseline. I may have to excuse myself for the next few days. My daughter will accompany Her Highness on a tour of the Flame Royal Court."

"Huh?"

Chinara paused, bit her lip, and hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Sistamir apologized, “Your Highness, please forgive me. It’s an awkward time. Returning to the palace might not be a good choice, so I took the liberty of inviting you and your two guests to the Court of Kings to avoid the eyes of those with ulterior motives.”

The one with ulterior motives was none other than the King of Light, Allen. The King of Fire, however, evaded the question, still not stating his position, and his words showed no intention of helping the Sunlit Royal Court.

"I understand."

Chinara nodded.

The little princess knew nothing about Sistamir; she had only stumbled upon some clues by chance while following the circus, which was harmless.

That ambition was naturally well hidden, and his hospitality was impeccable.

Sistamir chuckled and said, "Your Highness, please allow me to take my leave first. The affairs of the royal court are numerous and my responsibilities are heavy. As the Lord of Flames, it is difficult for me to spare the time."

"But......"

"The Holy Alliance's crushing defeat has exposed the spatial coordinates of many reinforcements. The demons you encountered must be sentinels who infiltrated through the fallen plane. My men have already wiped out many of these evil creatures. But don't be alarmed, scattered low-level demons are nothing to fear, they are no match for the Flame Legion. You are absolutely safe here!"

Sistamir downplayed the disaster at the Passion Oasis with a few words and left leisurely, not giving Chinora a chance to plead, leaving the three girls looking at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

Low-level demons? Absolutely safe?

Who are you trying to fool!

The Flame Elf King, believing the princess was already his, was still keeping her in suspense, playing hard to get.

Such a clumsy method seemed somewhat laughable to the three of them.

Roseline paused for a moment, then smiled sweetly and innocently took Chinara's hand. "That's right, Your Highness. Please put aside your worries for now and relax and enjoy yourself. With Father here, all troubles will be resolved!"

"Ah."

Zinora forced a smile and sighed heavily; her furrowed brow was the best signal to lure the demon.

Clearly, everyone here is a veteran actor.

The fruits from the Blazing Royal Court were exceptionally sweet and delicious, but the girls were preoccupied and showed no signs of enjoying them.

Nolan slumped in her chair, her eyes half-open. Her usually cold and powerful face was now listless and pitiful. Her long hair, which was stuck to her back, was simply tied up at the back of her head with a blue ribbon.

Oblivious to everything, Joseph Joestar came out wearing a swimsuit with a thin veil over it, looking quite cool and sexy. His flat stomach and the cute belly button in the middle made Messiah cover her nose and keep nuzzling closer to Nolan.

"Why don't we go swimming?"

Messiah was panting heavily, and was just short of doing whatever he wanted to Nolan in public.

This suggestion made Zinora and Roselyn laugh out loud.

“You don’t want to just go straight into the water. The Red Stone Hot Spring Sea isn’t ordinary water. The temperature is high all year round. If a living person jumps in, they’ll be cooked through in seconds. But we have other ways to go down and play. I’ll teach you myself another day.”

Roseline giggled, picked up a grape, put it into her red lips, licked and chewed it carefully, and finally licked her fingertips. Her beautiful eyes never left Nolan.

The heat makes people lose their minds and become less clear-headed.

Nolan watched Roseline eat fruit in a seductive manner and suddenly thought of something. He crossed his legs, blushed slightly, and turned his head away, not daring to look anymore.

"You can go anywhere else you like, Father is very busy. We have plenty of time ahead of us, let's spend some quality time together, hehehehe..."

Chinara frowned slightly, looking at the beautiful girl with a beaming smile in front of her, and felt a strange feeling that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

That night, three girls who were not used to the climate of the Red Sand River sneezed and huddled under the same blanket, whispering to each other.

It's unbearably hot here during the day, but freezing cold at night.

With the Elf Princess in her arms and the restless Star Songstress in her embrace, the two beauties wore silly smiles on their faces, completely satisfied, truly like they were on vacation.

"Sistamir is a very self-disciplined person, unlike the womanizing Victory Believer Pentos. I have never heard of any scandals involving the Flame Royal Court. He is Mother's most trusted commander, without exception."

What do you want to say?

Messiah's eyes darted around, and he understood the unspoken meaning.

"I've never heard of him having a legally married wife, or even a romantic interest. Where did this beautiful daughter come from?"

"Could she be an illegitimate child?"

"No, if I had to say, I do have someone I'm having an ambiguous relationship with."

"Who?"

"My dear mother..."

"Hey, what are you implying?"

The two silly girls chattered on and on, more like a resentful young wife whose position had been threatened.

Nolan chuckled. Without a doubt, Roseline was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen since he was born, so beautiful that she seemed unreal and dreamlike.

"No need to beat around the bush, she is not the daughter of Sistamir at all, not even an elf."

The moment Nolan saw Roseline, he knew she was neither an elf nor a human. How could she possibly be the daughter of a weakling like Sistamir?

"Huh?"

Zenora and Messiah cried out in surprise and eagerly pressed themselves against Nolan's chest.

"Could it be... a demon?"

Messiah shuddered. Having witnessed the horrific scenes in the slaughterhouse, she now felt like pinching anyone she met, to see if she could tear off their mask.

"It's possible. I can't see through her, and it's not convenient for me to skin her alive in front of the master."

Nolan smiled. This girl was interesting; he might as well exchange a few more blows.

"The Blazing Royal Court is beyond saving."

Zinora pouted, her gaze serious, but she didn't think much of it.

However, there have only been two things that even the beautiful goddess king cannot see through: one is the evil army commander Sion, and the other is the star saint mage Vivian. Both of them have entered the realm of extraordinary saints.

Where did this Roseline come from?

In the dead of night, the Court of Kings was shrouded in darkness. Deep within the cellar leading to the Redstone Hot Springs, the expressions of two fire elves, their identities reversed, were unpredictable. One looked down on the other with trepidation, a stark contrast to their demeanor during the day.

241. The resentment of single people

Deep within the cellar, darkness permeated the air. Within the gloomy barrier lay an Eight-Style Demon God Black Altar, identical to the one inside the Iris Circus's Black Tent.

Roseline looked down at Sistamir, who had not yet left, with a cold gaze.

The Flame Elf King knelt on the ground, sweating profusely and filled with fear and trepidation, humbly showing absolute submission and loyalty to the girl.

This was completely different from what Nolan and his two companions had witnessed during the day, and it was utterly comical.

"Fool! Did I say you could bring them here? If it wasn't me who came, were you planning to keep Leiri as your own concubine in the Court of Kings, so everyone would know my plan!?"

"I... dare not."

Sistamir gritted his teeth, his lowered eyes filled with resentment and forbearance. The Flame Elf King had never been subservient to anyone.

Roseline's eyes flickered with an eerie black light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Hmph, you better not dare. How's the matter I asked you to investigate going?"

Sistamir shook his head, somewhat embarrassed. "I have followed the Queen for many years and have never heard of such a thing as the Heart of Glory. It is not recorded in the records of the Elven Kings of the Court of Kings. If it really exists, Leiriyi would definitely keep such a precious thing close to her body."

"There must be, it's very important to me."

Roseline's expression shifted between light and dark, before she sneered, "You don't need to try to get me to put pressure on the Sunlit Royal Court. I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, Leiri is also very useful to me. Once we support Chinara to the throne, she will no longer be of any use, and then I will naturally reward her to you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

Sistamir grinned; his ambitions extended far beyond Queen Leiriyi.

Roseline's little scheme didn't escape her notice. She sneered, "Go ahead. I'll only give you three days to try, but I bet you'll lose. Queen Leiri's magnanimity is beyond the comprehension of a mere mortal like you. If she refuses, then we'll have to play by my rules!"

"Yes."

Sistarmir withdrew silently, completely unconcerned.

With Chinara in his hands this time, he was brimming with confidence.

If the proposal is successful, the Flame Royal Court army will enter Evergreen Garden, support Zenora's succession, immediately sweep away the Night Elves, and then call upon the three kings of Allen to return to their ranks. They will certainly be unable to continue to bear the infamy of rebellion and refuse the little queen.