The capital of the country of frost.

Sheil returned to the capital of the Frost Kingdom and sat on the throne and looked at the group of ministers below.

There were many descendants of the king of the Frost Kingdom, and there were twelve princes alone.

Therefore, after Sheil took office, his brother and younger brother joined forces in the capital to try to resist Sheil's rule.

But unfortunately, Shayer directly suppressed it with bloody means. Coupled with the prestige accumulated in the Frost Kingdom, Shayer firmly sat on the throne of the Frost Kingdom.

Many ministers familiar with the matter praised Sheil as a hero who saved the country.

“Is this the recent changes in the capital?”

Sheil glanced at the ministers below, and they had dutifully reported on what had happened in the capital of the Frost Kingdom recently.

"The sages from Nolan have sent an invitation letter, hoping to invite you to send a candidate who is sufficient to represent our country to Nolan for a 'ceremony'."

After hearing the word Nolan, the cold expression on her face calmed down a little.

"I'll consider this."

After continuing to listen to the suggestions of other ministers and issued some orders to them, Shayer directly ended the parliament.

The place where the king of the Frost Kingdom lives is the center of the capital. This magnificent castle has been through thousands of years of wind and frost. Almost every new king takes office will be newly renovated here.

Sheil had no requirements for this, even his room was the one he lived in during his princely period.

"His Majesty."

A middle-aged woman in a maid's costume has been waiting at the entrance of the corridor for a long time.

She is the maid who takes care of Sheil. Since Sheil came to the Frost Country, she has always been taking care of her daily life.

Even if she ascended the throne and became king, Sheil did not replace her.

Sheil took off the crown from his head and threw it into the hand of the maid.

"Your Majesty, can you please stop throwing your crown?" The maid held the heavy crown with some distress. She almost threw the crown to the ground just now.

This is a felony that is enough to sentence her to death.

"It's too heavy, and I have time to get the craftsmen to recreate a lighter one."

Sheil walked quickly on the road paved on the red carpet, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the life style of the kings of the previous Frost Kingdom as luxury.

This cannot be denied that it was influenced by the heresy court, and I don’t know how much benefit those guys have extracted from the people of the Frost Country.

"My brother, good morning!"

As she walked to the corner, Shayle met a girl with long gray hair.

"Good morning."

After responding to her coldly, Shayle passed by her and left without even looking at her.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being too talkative. Her Highness Delian has always had a good impression of you."

The maid followed Sheil quickly, looked back at the girl's somewhat disappointed expression, and whispered to Sheil.

“Is it because of my identity?”

Sheil looked at the row of oil paintings hanging on the wall, which were kings of the Frost Country.

Not long after, Sheil's portrait will be hung on this.

"Short after you came to this country, His Highness Delian, the Thirteenth Prince, noticed you." The maid added, "There are also fifteen princes."

"…I remember my sister was only thirteen years old?"

Sheil covered his forehead with a little annoyed.

Growing up in Nolan, she was instilled by her mentors with the knowledge that "no offenders among close relatives" since she was a child.

But in the frost country, it seems normal for royal families to intermarry each other.

"It is already an age to get engaged in the Frost Country." The maid emphasized, "There are many ladies of great nobles who also have a crush on you. Your Majesty... I'm sorry for offending me. If you choose one or two of them, it will be very helpful to consolidate your status."

"Not interested now."

Sheil pushed open the door of her room and walked into it. She took off her cumbersome clothes and moved her elbows.

"Are you going to hunt in the afternoon? Or go to the military camp?"

The maid carefully guarded Wang Crown on the table, and then came to Sheil's wardrobe to help her choose clothes.

"No...I'm going to Nolan," said Shayle.

"Visit Nolan? Your Majesty, you need to go to the royal tailor to discuss that there is no such important clothing in your wardrobe that you can wear on such an important diplomatic occasion." The maid said a little embarrassedly.

"Not as a king, but as an ordinary person."

Sheil quickly walked to his wardrobe and took out a few pieces and gestured in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"On average?" The maid didn't understand the meaning of Sheil's words for a while.

"I want to hide the king's identity and stay in Nolan for a while," said Shayer.

"This...how can this be done, Your Majesty! The situation in the country is not stable for the time being. If your identity is revealed, it will be very dangerous without escorts, and..."

The maid began to dissuade Shayle from doing this.

"So you have to keep it a secret for me." Sheil looked back at the maid, and the maid's surprised expression reflected in his light gray pupils. "You are one of the few people I can believe in, but I have never even said about this."

The only thing the maid can answer Sheil is silence.

Sheil didn't pay attention to her anymore, but just gestured in front of the mirror with his clothes.

Her only men's clothing is in her closet, which is a matter of course.

She usually thinks there is nothing wrong with Sheil wearing these men's clothes, and she has been living in a spellcaster robe in Nolan.

But today Sheil had a strange confusion, or unwilling emotion to rebel, surrounded him in his heart.

Under the influence of this kind of relationship, clothes that usually look normal now Sheil feels very inappropriate.

These clothes are a little ugly? Should hair be longer?

Sheil took care of himself and could just touch the gray hair on his neck.

"Your Majesty." After experiencing a fierce psychological struggle, the maid made a decision: "Why did you hide your identity and go to Nolan? Is there any secret task? Is it necessary to avoid the eyes of the disabled party in the domestic heresy court?"

“Not.”

Sheil held the gray hair on the back of her neck with his hand, and she found that it was too short to tie it up.

"Then what is the reason why you want to hide your identity?" asked the maid carefully.

"I just want to meet someone in Nolan," said Shayer. "I don't want him to know about my identity."
Chapter completed!