The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort Chapter 78 The Queen's AI Advisor

Elowen looked up from her desk, adjusting the new glasses on her face, a small smile gracing her lips. Vyrelda's eyes lingered on the glasses, curiosity flashing in them.

"A glasses? Do you have a problem with your vision?" Vyrelda asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

Elowen let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "No, not quite. I just thought I'd try them out—maybe they'll help read these endless reports without straining my eyes." She gave a playful smile, leaning back in her chair. "The queen's eyes are rather important, don't you think?"

Aelthrin smirked, his gaze shifting to the stack of docunts on her desk. "Indeed they are, your majesty. Your sight must remain sharp—perhaps sharper than any sword in the kingdom."

As the discussion continued, a familiar voice chid into Elowen's earpiece, interrupting her thoughts.

Elowen bit her lip, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to break through. Rodion's analytical comntary was often a welco addition to her daily interactions, providing a unique insight that others could never know.

Elowen's smile deepened. She adjusted her glasses, looking toward her council mbers. "Thank you, Aelthrin. I think I shall take my seat now and proceed to the matters at hand," she said, making her way to the desk at the head of the chamber.

Aelthrin followed her, clearing his throat softly. "Your majesty, today's court discussion may prove to be particularly challenging. We have a conflict between two prominent nobles—Lords Vendrel and Halran—each with a significant number of supporters. It could beco… tricky."

Elowen nodded, her eyes softening as she listened to him. Aelthrin always sought to prepare her, ensuring she had all the necessary information before making any major decisions. But today, she had sothing a little extra up her sleeve.

Elowen fought to keep her expression neutral, though she felt a hint of amusent at Rodion's comnt. It was indeed true—Mikhailis's perceptiveness was uncanny, and having a piece of that knowledge at her disposal was proving to be a valuable asset.

The discussions began, with each noble presenting their grievances. Lord Vendrel spoke first, his voice sharp as he outlined the territorial disputes between himself and Lord Halran. He seed determined to make his point, but Elowen felt the underlying aggression in his tone.

Rodion's voice spoke softly, providing insights and possible responses.