Once he was alone with Queen Leila, Milton spoke. 

“Didn’t you accept too many of them, Your Majesty?”

“I’m tired. What do you mean?”

Queen Leila’s face expressed her tiredness from dealing with all the nobles who had been turned away every single day.

“I’m talking about the Strabus Kingdom’s nobles who are currently surrendering, Your Majesty.”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s no problem.”

“But I AM worried.”

Milton quietly went behind Queen Leila and gently massaged her shoulders.

“What do you mean you’re worried… don’t do that. Think about your image, dear.”

Queen Leila looked slightly shocked when Milton began to massage her shoulders. Even if she was a queen, it was pretty unconventional for a man to massage a woman’s shoulders in this era. But Milton liked seeing his lovable vixen showing a rare expression of embarrassment and continued to massage her shoulders.

“What’s wrong with me doing this? It’s just the two of us right now.”

“Still… ah…”

Queen Leila tried to get him to stop, but his fingers were too skillful. Acting as if she had given up on stopping him, she accepted Milton’s massage

“But what’re you worried about? Ah… a bit softer…”

“You have a lot...