"Yes, brother," Lin Yan nodded.
She had already sent letters to her mother and brother, and had also asked him to act as her fiancé and travel throughout the entire territory.
"But," she thought, "he is a dragon after all, and the dragon race is powerful. If she really married him and Morris treated her badly, they wouldn't be able to support her."
"There is no 'but'. He respects me, and I am not dependent on him. Brother, you don't need to worry." Lin Yan knew how to reassure him.
"After he meets the envoy, I will have him meet you. You'll know once you talk to him."
When Lin Yan and Egbert had finished their conversation, she prepared to go down and meet the envoy.
As Lin Yan appeared at the doorway, the envoy's eyes widened.
He had expected to see a haggard, or perhaps somewhat down-on-her-luck, "Rose of the Holy See."
But he hadn't expected this "Rose of the Holy See" to be even more beautiful than he had imagined.
Indeed, only such a beauty could capture the heart of such a powerful individual.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen Miss Angelina before, but when he first saw her, she was only a little over ten years old. While beautiful then, she was nowhere near as stunning as she was now.
With such a face, how could the Holy See possibly let her go easily? Her beauty was her most powerful weapon.
It was fortunate she hadn't gone to the capital before her banishment, otherwise, their emperor would never have let her go so easily.
He would likely have abandoned the Queen outright and elevated her instead.
Morris, seeing the envoy's undisguised gaze, immediately unleashed his level eight pressure.
The envoy, facing this pressure directly, almost fell to his knees.
Lin Yan made no move to help the envoy, merely sitting on the sofa with Morris's arm around her.
"Envoy, you must have had a tiring journey. Stay here for a few more days. Although my domain is not as prosperous as the royal city, at least you can be free from the harsh cold in your room."
Lin Yan appeared not to notice the envoy's embarrassment.
"I have to thank Morris for this. If he hadn't found so many fire-attribute magic crystals, I wouldn't have been able to survive in such a cold place. Ah, thank you so much, Morris!"
Lin Yan attributed all of this to Morris, not mentioning her own role in it.
"Lord Morris is truly powerful," the envoy said, carefully wiping away his cold sweat.
"May I ask what brings the envoy here?" Lin Yan maintained her dignified, saintly demeanor, her words filled with a simple sincerity.
"This..." The envoy repeated the purpose of his visit.
"Is that so? Then my fief will be larger, won't it? Morris, can you bring me more people? Such a large territory, I won't be able to manage it all by myself.
Oh, right, I don't have a title yet. I wonder if His Majesty has considered granting me a noble rank?"
As soon as she said this, Morris turned his gaze to the envoy.
"Yes, yes, there is," he said, now quite fearful of Lord Morris.
"What title?" Morris inquired with interest.
"Rose." It wasn't a title the envoy had just made up, but the Emperor's bestowed title for her.
The original owner had always been known as the "Rose of the Holy See," so having the title "Rose" now seemed fitting.
However, both Lin Yan and Morris understood the Emperor's perfunctory gesture upon hearing this title.
"And what is the noble rank?" Morris suppressed his rising anger.
"Viscount." Seeing Morris's expression, the envoy quickly blurted it out.