Chương 342: Your Highness, am I handsome?

"Miss Roland, did you learn your manners from the succubi?"

"Um... part of it is."

Roland answered truthfully.

After all, succubi have studied aristocratic etiquette and manners very thoroughly, and have mastered the art of maintaining a refined demeanor.

Therefore, Roland once learned related knowledge from Caryl.

This answer, however, made the Moon Maid look enlightened.

"Miss Roland, no wonder you always have such a unique and alluring charm in your every move."

"You've been influenced by succubi."

As she spoke, the Moon Maid pulled out a white elf etiquette book that was as thick as a dwarf's and slammed it onto the floor.

Because of the weight of the books, Roland's black-stockinged feet, which were resting on the floor, felt a slight vibration.

The moon maid put down the book, patted the cover, and smiled.

"Don't worry, I will help you change it."

"I will uphold the professional ethics of a White Elf royal mentor and strive to cultivate you into an outstanding royal heir like Your Highness!"

Roland's mouth dropped open as she listened.

Looking at the incredibly thick etiquette book, I almost ran away.

"Wait, wait!"

"Miss Yue, you must be mistaken. What the hell is this 'royal heir'?"

Roland pointed to her face.

"I am an Imperial citizen, a fox..."

"I'm not royalty among the white elves, why should I learn these cumbersome rituals?"

Unmoved, the Moon Maid slightly turned her body to reveal Thranduil sitting behind her, and explained.

"Of course it's for His Highness Thranduil. You will be His Highness's right-hand man in the future, and you will inevitably have to attend various occasions and deal with the top nobles of the Central Continent."

"Therefore, we must learn the etiquette of the white elf royal family and cultivate an elegant and proper image."

"But I have already been very elegant and proper."

Of course, Roland would never agree to such a thing.

The White Elf royalty are too arrogant. Take Thranduil, for example. He's been sitting behind his desk for so long, and even drinking a beverage is like attending a tea party, with the Moon Maid supervising his movements.

This is too restrictive!

Although in terms of temperament, even the Empire's third princess, Elizabeth, might not be as good as Thranduil before her.

However, the relaxed aristocratic life of the empire suited Roland's taste better.

To persuade the Moon Maid, Roland coughed twice, pushed back the sofa chair, and stood up.

"Actually, I usually present a very elegant image to the outside world. No matter how high-end or serious the occasion, I can handle it with ease."

"The arbitration conference is the best proof... It's just a pity that Miss Yue and His Highness couldn't see it."

As Roland spoke, her toes, encased in black stockings, stepped onto the oak floor, her arches rising, creating an open angle between her feet and the floor, as if she were wearing invisible high heels.

Then she shifted her weight onto her hind leg, lightly touched the ground with her front foot, and crossed her left arm over her chest, creating an astonishing curve with her ample bosom.

He raised his right hand and lightly touched his collarbone, as if guiding the gazes of Moon Maid and Thranduil.

After acquiring fox blood, Roland became especially adept at walking on tiptoe.

Therefore, this set of movements was performed so naturally that it was impossible to tell whether it was Roland's own temperament or the fox clan's flamboyant charm mixed together, like cow dung blown by firecrackers and smeared all over the faces of the master and servant.

Not to mention the Moon Maid, even Thranduil, who was still innocent of love, stared wide-eyed.

Seeing their reactions, Roland felt she hadn't tried hard enough.

The nobles inside and outside the arbitration hall back then were almost completely smitten by him.

So Roland tilted her head slightly, stood up her huge white fox ears, and deliberately lifted and curled her tail, wrapping it around her waist.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an ambiguous smile. His blue eyes trembled and turned into the shape of a heart, his burning gaze lingering on Thranduil's face.

"Your Highness, are you still worried that it would be embarrassing for me to accompany you?"

"Eh? Eh?"

Thranduil let out a surprised, off-key cry, and for the first time, a blush of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Although she had never read any adult picture books, the instinct for reproduction of all things made her feel as if a flame was burning in her heart.

Miss Roland looks so beautiful.

She had been lost in thought for a while, and Roland thought that Thranduil hadn't heard her question clearly, so she took two more steps forward to close the distance between them.

"Your Highness, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Do I look good like this?"

Roland recalled the succubi's usual tricks, pursed her lips, letting them reflect an alluring sheen with saliva, and then added.

"I hope it's not impolite of me, in this state, to accompany you to the gathering at the Central Continent Headquarters?"

Thranduil was completely dumbfounded.

She first caught a whiff of citrus fragrance, and then a pair of full, towering peaks came into view.

Her height is currently only at the level of Roland's chest.

At this moment, he slightly raised his chin and met Roland's ambiguous gaze and smile.

The moment their eyes met, Thranduil's long ears perked up, and he abandoned his usual haughty royal demeanor, blushing as he turned away.

"Miss Roland, this is not impolite."

"Yes, then why should I relearn etiquette?"

Roland instantly lost her composure, switching to a hand-on-hips pose and laughing heartily, before turning to the Moon Maid with an air of self-righteousness.

"Miss Yue, since His Highness seems to think there's no problem, let's skip the etiquette training... shall we?"

Roland's voice grew softer and softer until the last word almost sounded like a guilty question.

The Moon Maid clenched her fists, her body radiating quasi-saint level magical power.

Her face was frosty, her eyebrows were raised, and a flame seemed to burn in her white pupils as she stared intently at Roland.

It was obvious that she was angry.

Especially after seeing Thranduil's rosy complexion and wandering eyes, the Moon Maid looked at Roland again.

This is hardly the proper and elegant noblewoman.

This vixen is clearly trying to force a reward on someone, and now she's even trying to flirt with His Highness.

By turning the tables on the Celestials, it's clear they're trying to corrupt Thranduil.

The atmosphere in the empire has deteriorated drastically!

"Miss Roland!"

The Moon Maid shouted, suppressing her anger, which startled Roland so much that she quickly pulled her tail back from her waist and let it hang naturally on the floor.

"Um... Miss Yue, what's wrong?"

The innocent little expression made the Moon Maiden laugh. She quickly stepped forward and pulled Roland away from Thranduil to prevent the little saintess from being further influenced by the vixen.

Only when Thranduil's complexion returned to normal and his eyes became clear, showing no signs of moral corruption, did the Moon Maid breathe a sigh of relief.

She grabbed Roland's sleeve and said seriously.

"Miss Roland, your demeanor just now was hardly that of an elegant noblewoman."

"You must learn the etiquette of our white elf royal family properly and correct your strange temperament."

"I'll be keeping a close eye on you until it's finished. Don't even think about corrupting the pure Prince Thranduil!"

The Moon Maid's resolute attitude caused Roland to cry out that she was wronged.

"Why? I haven't corrupted Your Highness at all."

"I'm innocent too!"

When Thranduil heard Roland's protest, although his eyes were still somewhat evasive, he still pouted and retorted.

"Roland, you're the impure one."

"We know you took the bishops to Pink Harbor for orgies, succubi, and nudist parties!"