277: Chapter 277 Obedient Nyss! Northern Intelligence! As You Wish!

Beside the floor-to-ceiling window, daylight spilled in.

Rowan stood up, walked over, and quietly appreciated the view for a moment, from her flawless face to every inch of her skin.

Niss's gaze followed his eyes.

She looked up slightly at the man scrutinizing her, a flash of complexity in her eyes.

She knew that her father and fiancé had just died at his hands, killed by him personally.

But the living must go on...

Among the many human nobles in the North today, it seemed only this man before her had the ability to turn the tide.

Only he could prevent the Will Province from being trampled by the many covetous alien races.

Therefore, for some things, it didn't make much difference whether it was sooner or later.

Better to just make up her mind!

Thinking of this, the last bit of struggle in her eyes faded, replaced by a resigned calm.

She lowered her eyes and slightly relaxed her tense body.

At this moment, Rowan reached out and gently lifted her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Niss was slightly stunned.

Then, she took the initiative to lift her chin, exposing her most beautiful neck to him.

Rowan smiled, leaned down, and with his lips against her pearly white, exquisite ear, he breathed softly:

"That... will depend on how you perform next..."

Then, he leaned over...

The sound of rapid breathing rose in the room...

...

How much time had passed, she did not know.

The daylight outside had turned into a warm orange-gold, casting itself obliquely across the floor.

The storm had passed.

Niss lay in the messy bed, her long hair disheveled.

As expected of the eldest daughter of the Duke Weiduns Estate, she was strong; she did not fall into a deep sleep.

Her breathing was still a bit rapid, but her eyes were clear, without a hint of fatigue.

She could feel three nascent life auras gestating within her, weak but clear.

Her gaze became extremely complex.

There was daze, confusion, guilt, and even a trace of imperceptible joy?

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, that complexity was completely hidden.

She turned on her side and snuggled into Rowan's arms, her soft body pressed against him, her voice low, gentle, and submissive, with a touch of tenderness:

"My Lord, the matter I mentioned just now... how have you considered it?"

"Tell me in more detail." Rowan held the warm, soft body beside him, carelessly stroking her delicate skin, and said casually.

Hearing this, Niss felt relieved, adjusted her posture slightly, and began to explain:

"Currently, the Frost Giants of the Northern Snowfield Kingdom are the primary threat. Their legions have broken through the Great Wall, looting and burning all the way, and no one can stop them."

"But as long as you, My Lord, take action to intercept their Frost Giant leader, that legendary powerhouse, the war situation can be stabilized."

"At that time, I will also be able to start gathering the remaining noble armed forces and border troops in the Will Province to regroup and stabilize the situation in the entire province."

She said this, looked up at Rowan, and seeing his expression unchanged, continued:

"As for the Night Federation... the main breakthrough point lies with the Church of the Night."

"The Federation is not monolithic; there are many conflicts among the major races. The only thing that can unite them temporarily is their faith in the Goddess of the Night."

"As long as we choose to worship the Church of the Night and allow the church to preach freely and build churches within the Will Province, most of the problems from the Night Federation council level can be easily solved."

"Night Saintess, Lisel, although she comes from the Dark Elf race, what she cares about most is the spread and continuation of the faith."

"As long as you, My Lord, reach a consensus with her, you can use this as a bridge to allow the entire Will Province to join the Night Federation as a vassal territory."

"By then, other alien forces in the Night Federation will be under the same federation rule as us, and even if there is still friction, it will be much easier to handle."

Niss paused slightly, her expression a bit complex, but she continued:

"Finally, as a member of the Night Saintess, Lisel's faction, the Saintess can secure a true Duke title for you in the Dark Night Council."

"Not that kind of nominal title, but a Duke recognized by the Night Federation, with actual fiefs and military and political power."

"At that time, the Saintess can personally confer the title upon you and formally incorporate the entire Will Province into your rule."

After Niss finished speaking, she looked at Rowan with burning eyes, waiting for his reply.

...

Rowan listened and nodded thoughtfully.

Then, he lowered his head and asked:

"Then what about you? What do you want?"

Hearing this, Niss's lips moved slightly, and she almost blurted out—

Of course, she wanted to be the Duchess!

But as the words reached her lips, she remembered the faint, nascent life auras in the castle she had sensed earlier.

She suddenly changed her mind.

Perhaps she didn't need to rush.

She could slow down, watch the situation, and then try to achieve her goal in a subtle way.

After all, she already had some leverage.

So, she lowered her eyes, her voice soft and sincere:

"I just... hope to protect the humans of the Will Province from being trampled by alien races."

Hearing this, Rowan chuckled.

After sensing the three new life auras in her belly, he said softly:

"Then, as you wish..."

Hearing this, a flash of uncontrollable joy appeared in Niss's eyes.

She raised her eyes, opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a sweet smile.

She rose gently from Rowan's arms, with a bit of stiffness and languor.

Her bare feet stepped on the fluffy carpet.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and bent down to pick up the clothes scattered on the carpet.

Then, she put them on one by one, calmly.

When tying her belt, her fingers paused slightly, and her fingertips gently brushed over her lower abdomen...

After dressing neatly, she turned around, regaining the noble demeanor of the eldest daughter of the Duke Weiduns Estate.

She bowed slightly to Rowan and said softly:

"My Lord, then I will take my leave first. I will arrange for someone to coordinate with you on subsequent matters as soon as possible."

"Hmm."

Rowan looked at her departing back, then looked at the bright red stain on the bedsheet, and smiled:

"It seems the newly changed bedsheets will need to be changed again..."

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