Marry the empress?
Murphy glanced at the white-haired girl on the throne and frowned.
In the past, he might have thought, What a sweet deal!
But now, he found it rather troublesome.
Pretty girls were everywhere, and although the one before him was beautiful, she came with thorns.
She carried the fate of tens of thousands of Arkaim's wizards on her shoulders, and her position was inherently different from Murphy's.
She wanted Arkaim to be safe, while Murphy wanted to use it as his shield and spear. Even if they formed an alliance and shared plenty of goals, that fundamental difference would inevitably lead to disagreements.
Without any other relationship between them, Murphy could do whatever he needed to without worrying about anything else. But if they became husband and wife, or lovers, handling those disagreements would inevitably involve a great many constraints and compromises, making everything far more troublesome.
Meanwhile, Sophia was also startled by Madame Yaga's proposal.
She looked at Madame Yaga, momentarily unable to understand what the old woman meant.
Madame Yaga gave her a look that told her to be patient. Her Majesty swallowed her objections and glanced at Murphy again.
Hm? Why was he frowning?
Was marrying me really that unacceptable?
"Her Majesty is still young," Murphy said. "I'm afraid that would be rather inappropriate."
"Her Majesty will soon come of age. You could establish the engagement first and marry her later," Madame Yaga said.
Murphy considered it for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to look at Sophia. "What does Her Majesty herself think?"
Sophia had been watching him, and when their eyes met, a flicker of panic crossed her face.
Murphy was indeed a very charismatic man, and she was attracted to him, but... she felt that she could not control him