Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 857: Section 569: A Corner of History (Part 2)

Chapter 857: Section 569: A Corner of History (Part 2)

Watching Malin pinning the last medal on the chest of the last soldier, Nova stood in the viewing area, smiling and clapping her hands.

It’s been tough, Malin.

At the same time, the young Queen and His Majesty Manheim of the Northern Kingdom exchanged smiles, the latter performing a genteel gesture of placing his hand on his chest.

This was a small understanding between sovereigns.

Nova smiled and returned the courtesy—she lifted the hem of her skirt.

At this moment, Malin came over and embraced her: "Seeing you working so hard, why don’t you sit down?"

"If I sit down, I wouldn’t be able to see your handsome face," Nova replied with her happiest expression as she looked at the smile on Malin’s face.

Such an excellent man, why did I encounter him in the first place? Fate really loves me too much.

Nova thought this and sat down in her seat under Malin’s protection, as military personnel from both countries engaged in conversations. Nova was somewhat unfamiliar with such liveliness, but she felt that she had to learn to face it eventually. Since it was inevitable, why not start now?

Amid the compliments, Nova smiled.

Amid the salutes, Nova also smiled.

It wasn’t until Marshal Constantine from the Northern Kingdom approached that Nova felt a bit of discomfort; she frowned after smilingly accepting the marshal’s blessings.

Her subtle gesture was caught by the elderly marshal, who didn’t think the Queen was displeased with his presence.

Thus, when he noticed the pain on Nova’s face, the treatment from Malin made her feel much better.

"You are tired, my love," Malin’s sigh reached Nova’s ears, making her feel a bit embarrassed because it was her request.

"Alright, Mr. Malin, please assist the Queen to return to the guesthouse to rest," King Manheim proposed. "The northern region is harshly cold, Princess Nova of Farole, your body is not just your own now, so please return with Mr. Malin."

Nova nodded, not forcing herself anymore, and was carried by Malin towards the nearby carriage.

"I’m sorry for causing you trouble," Nova said to her husband with some shame.

Then she naturally received a soft rebuke: "You really scared me just now; when we return, you and your sisters must rest properly at home."

Malin was always like this, speaking with a stern tone, but Nova understood that if something really happened to her, Malin would indeed be angry—his anger now was more like a loving warning, a reprimand filled with affection.

"I understand." In the end, Her Majesty the Queen chose to be a sensible wife in front of her husband.

After being helped into the carriage, Nova settled in and watched as her loving husband closed the door, walked around to the other side, and then sat in the carriage.

Watching his side profile by the window, Nova wanted to know what her lover was thinking about. Was he recalling the cruelty of the battlefield? Or was he reminiscing about the camaraderie with his comrades? Or perhaps, was he worried about the kingdom?

"Malin." Nova finally spoke.

Her words caught Malin’s attention, and seeing his gaze on her, Nova smiled, "You were so absorbed looking out the window, what were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about our future." Malin smiled and reached out, wiping away the worry from his wife’s face as he spoke.

Nova raised her eyebrows, a flicker of joy in her expression as she looked at her husband: "Did you think of something?"

"Yes, thinking that the next few months will be your due date, I feel I must defeat Chaos quickly, so I’ll have time to hold my children."

Nova laughed joyfully at Malin’s words: "The fastest might be Rewo or Kewos, I am a Half-blood elf, and you are of the Golden Blood, our child should be one of the last two to be born, who knows, the war might end before this child is even born."

"Then he has occupied his mother for a bit too long, truly a troublesome little guy." Malin laughed too.

Listening to her husband, Nova’s smile grew purer—really, can’t wait to be a father, my love.

......

"Young people really are deeply in love," Manheim remarked as he watched the young couple, Malin and Nova, leave, speaking to his old Prime Minister.

The old fox of the Hagelberry family chuckled, "Indeed, reminds me of the days when I was young with my loved one."

At that moment, Marshal Constantine approached, saluting his queen, then joining the conversation, "Her Majesty the Queen seems unaccustomed to our climate here."

"That is to be expected," Manheim remarked to his subjects, "After all, she is the Queen of the Farol Principality, where the average temperature is about 10 degrees, whereas our current temperature is nearly minus 20 degrees, even under the best noon sunlight."

His two old ministers also expressed their heartfelt sentiments.

"Your Majesty is not mistaken, I can sense the Spell Formation reaction on her, she might have used too many resistance Spell Formations, and due to a minor backlash, she was hit by the cold because she couldn’t maintain her body temperature, but as soon as Lord Malin noticed her condition, he immediately healed her," the old fox of the Hagelberry family remarked, drawing the attention of the Marshal and the Queen.

"Feel like your granddaughter’s affection is being divided?" After asking, the old fox and the old Constantine burst into laughter, unable to keep a straight face.

"My Majesty, I am very satisfied with my granddaughter’s fortune," he replied to his Queen.

As they were speaking, Hagelberry noticed the messenger, who came running over quickly: "Your Majesty, the frontline stronghold near the Yukesk region of the Eastern Kingdom has just fallen, the survivors say they saw Chaos wielding Firearm, and even carrying cannons, those Chaos smashed the entire city wall using these weapons."

"It seems we are in trouble, Constantine, summon our general and please alert our allies, we have to start the meeting as soon as possible."

He said this as he moved towards a small pavilion nearby, with his old Prime Minister and old Marshal following closely.

"Chaos now has Firearms and cannons?" Constantine still looked puzzled, "Shouldn’t we investigate our side and see if some scoundrel sold our equipment out?"

"Old Constantine, you must be mad," Hagelberry laughed out loud, dismissing his old friend’s so-called speculation, "In this world, no one can fail twice for the same objective."