Seraphina expressed understanding. “Lina’s words… really did impact her a great deal. With her kind of personality, once she’s set on something it’s very hard to change.”
“Alright, let’s not talk about her for now.” Movira pulled the topic back. “You still haven’t answered my question. Expanding the authority of the ‘Ashen Corridor’—what specifically do you need me to do? Do you need me to issue some kind of statement?”
When it came to proper business, Seraphina’s focus concentrated a lot more. Matters like this were still quite simple for her. “Your statement is necessary. However, before that, we still need to build momentum.
The biggest problem with the Ashen Corridor right now is that it’s too ‘young.’ It lacks authority and foundation. Rather than letting it continue competing against those deeply rooted departments, it would be better for us to proactively raise a higher starting point for it.
I plan to mark out a region inside the Demon King’s Castle and specially construct an independent venue for the Ashen Corridor.”
“Granted.” Movira supported Seraphina’s decision as completely as always. This decision was correct under the vast majority of circumstances.
“You choose the location. Mobilize whatever resources you need yourself.”
“Mm. Secondly, the Ashen Corridor’s initial task of opposing the opposition has already been completed. Now it needs to be elevated from a confrontational secretarial institution into an organ of the entire Demon Realm’s will! The internal appointment of officials also can’t continue to…”
Seraphina slowly laid out everything she had thought of while in the human world, combined with the current reality of the Demon Realm.
“Perhaps these still need to be discussed with those few people.” She thought of the people who had temporarily handled Demon Realm affairs during those months.
“Them? Fine, if it helps you.”
Movira revealed a tiny bit of dissatisfaction.
She was willing to change her thoughts for Seraphina, but as for those people, she always felt a sense of being “sidelined.”
However, Seraphina didn’t notice it at all.
What she was thinking was that rather than directly making those four people “get off work,” it would be better to directly form a new secretarial institution and call it the “Cabinet.”
As for the Ashen Corridor, let it, over a long period of time, gradually replace the other outdated systems.
“As long as you have a clear idea, it’s fine. The resistance inside this won’t be small either.”
Taking advantage of Seraphina not paying attention, Movira turned her hand over and gripped hers, fingers intertwining, her fingertips gently stroking the back of Seraphina’s hand, while Seraphina completely failed to notice.
Movira’s tone suddenly shifted. She abruptly lifted Seraphina’s chin, making her look straight at herself. “Additionally, regarding your form of address, it should also be changed.”
“Regent…” Movira repeatedly chewed on this word and shook her head. “Too monotonous, and too ordinary. It doesn’t match you.”
This sentence made Seraphina’s heart tremble. What did… not match mean? Then what could match?
There was no higher rank… only…
Yet she still dodged Movira’s further movement at the first opportunity, while deliberately saying with her mouth:
“Actually… I’ve gotten used to it. It’s just a form of address. It doesn’t matter, right?”
“No, it just won’t do!” Movira frowned and used force with her hand, pulling her face back again, even punitively pinching her cheek. Soft flesh spilled out from between her fingers, pinching until Movira’s mood improved a lot.
“You need a unique form of address. Think about it yourself.”
Looking at Movira’s serious appearance, she knew this wasn’t a joke.
A bit of pride rose in Seraphina’s heart.
She didn’t struggle free either. Instead, remaining in this posture of having one side of her face pinched, she said with slightly unclear enunciation yet blazing eyes: “Why be constrained by titles? What if I can make future people, as long as they mention the three words ‘Regent,’ only think of me?”
Her words carried startling ambition, yet matched with a mouth that had been pinched into a slight pout, forming a peculiar sense of contrast.
Even Movira was stunned, then couldn’t help laughing. She released her hand and instead cupped her face, forehead pressing against her forehead, the low laughter carrying vibration as it transmitted over. “Heh… Seraphina, your ambition is truly not small!”
Forced to maintain this posture, the bit of pride in Seraphina’s heart hadn’t had time to expand before she was startled awake by this scene.
What… had she just been doing with Movira?!
Not to mention sitting on the other’s lap, she was also being held around the waist, her cheeks rubbed this way and that, and even now… foreheads touching, breaths mingling…
This… this wasn’t playful teasing between sisters at all! Sisters weren’t like this. She didn’t accept it!
Earlier she had been made dizzy by the “punishment” rules, and then been thrown into panic by all of Movira’s unexpected actions!
She had actually… actually accepted this overstepping intimacy so naturally!
Seraphina, you really are an idiot! Think about what you’re doing yourself!
She shouted in her heart, blood rushing straight to the top of her head. Every place on her cheeks and forehead that had suffered Movira’s “mistreatment” became scalding hot.
She abruptly leaned back, wanting to create distance, yet because of a few of Movira’s movements, her back pressed even closer into Movira’s embrace, instead looking more like… feigned refusal that invited further approach.
“You… I… we…!” Seraphina’s words were incoherent, her eyes widened into circles, filled with both disbelief at her own failure to react and incomprehension at the meaning contained in Movira’s repeated approaching intimacy.
“We? What about us? Weren’t we discussing the problem of your title?” Movira feigned ignorance while knowing full well, and still steadily pressed her into her arms.
“It’s not… not a problem of the title!” Seraphina almost cried out.
The fear in her heart toward this sisterly affection that had changed in quality made her voice carry a sobbing tone, both anxious and ashamed.
“It’s… you… I… I can’t be like this…”
She still said that word “no,” but at this moment she no longer cared about any rules.
“Can’t be like what? Getting a little closer, is there a problem? Or have you thought of something you shouldn’t be thinking?” Movira deliberately dragged out her tone and also drew closer the distance between their eyes, her gaze pointing at some not-so-good things with meaning.
“I… I have not!” Seraphina immediately denied it.
She felt she was about to be driven crazy by Movira’s step-by-step pressing rhythm and struggled, wanting to get down from the other’s lap, this time using some strength.
“Let me go, I want to get down!”
But how could that be possible?
Movira instead timely leaned against the side of her outer ear and reminded: “You’ve violated the rules two more times. Looks like you’re not very obedient at all! If we accumulate the crimes and punish them together…”
Hearing this, Seraphina’s hand movements stalled, and she immediately deflated.
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