In the quiet corridor, the sound of panting became heavier and heavier. It was as if one could see the mist exhaling from the thin lips.
Lancelot instinctively resisted the voice that came to her ears at this time … In the haze, she couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly — although the appearance had been imprinted in her mind long ago.
What did she say, Aquitaine's … Eleanor?
There was a very familiar feeling, which quietly crossed her mind when the sensitivity and excitement of the whole body were about to drown her reason. Then a new round of pleasure directly drowned it.
"Master said, since this is your life during the vacation, no matter what you encounter, we won't give you any help … So, the things in your body, you have to force them out by yourself … Or you plan to, just give in."
He could no longer hear anything. There was only an endless sound that surged in like a tide … Lancelot's entire body was bent. His knees were on the ground, and his head was touching the floor.
Her body was constantly trembling.
Then … a dull humming sound was heard.
When she raised her head again, she found that her eyes were slightly sober. At the same time, her lips were stained with blood — and her arm that had been bitten.
At the last moment when she was about to completely lose her reason, she chose to use the method of biting her arm to stimulate her mind with pain.
This method was not advisable, but obviously the effect was immediate.
"Here … Queen … signal …"
In an extremely sober state, Lancelot said a few words with difficulty — maybe it was just a subconscious behavior. When her endurance exceeded the limit and she said these words, she directly fell to the ground.
The servant girl squatted down, stretched out her hand to tidy up Lancelot's scattered hair, and whispered, "What makes you not want to wake up? Even if … it's not the end of the vacation. "
"Queen … support …"
She could still vaguely hear the voice coming from her lips when she was in a coma.
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…
In the early morning of June 2, 1940.
In the port city in the northeast of France … on the coastline, which was also known as the "Church on the Dune."
What he could see was the army that was slowly advancing like ants with low morale.
They had consumed too much physical strength and fighting spirit in the past few days. Behind them, the tanks and chariots of the imperialists were like ferocious tigers.
"We won't be able to hold on for long … Is there any hope?"
"This retreat … I really want to go home."
"If, if I can't go back, please return my belongings to my hometown … my brother."
Fallen people … along the way, fallen people could be seen everywhere.
It was as if the figures had crawled out of the mud. They were like old people who were walking at sunset, bending their backs as they walked … Their eyes were filled with confusion and fear.
They should be trying to pull themselves together, but both their minds and bodies seemed to have reached their limits.
Finally, another soldier fell on the road.
In the crowd, she quickly ran to the soldier's side and anxiously shouted, "Soldier, soldier! Wake up! Qing … "
Her words did not last long. The other soldiers seemed to have known the outcome, so they moved forward silently.
"Let's go, take his tag … Forgive me, I really don't have the strength to carry his body, nurse."
A veteran stopped beside her for a moment and patted her on the shoulder … No one knew the real identity of this nurse who was covered in mud.
Who would know that such a little nurse with such a terrible appearance would be the princess of their country?
In the end, the veteran pulled the military tag off the corpse. He shook his head and followed the team in front of him. She was the only one who held the body that was still warm and seemed to still have a heartbeat … The soldiers around her lowered their heads and walked past silently.
Because time was really tight.
"Who are you crying for, yourself or them, Elizabeth?"
When she looked up, she saw a pair of blue eyes … She was not in a bad state like them. Even if she was wearing a military uniform, she was as clean as usual.
Elizabeth didn't know how she did it … This homeroom had always been so mysterious, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Even if she walked with the army, it seemed that except for herself, no one knew of her existence.
She was like a ghost.
"He … should have been saved, and shouldn't have been abandoned halfway like this … They were the same. But why did they have to go through such a war? "
"Why not go through war?"
The girl looked up in disbelief, and her voice trembled, "Teacher … Do you think war is right?"
She said, "Do you think it's wrong? But it also promotes the development of civilization. It's because of the desire to invade that human beings force themselves to become stronger and stronger. Without these desires, the humans on this land might still be children living in the Garden of Eden, and there wouldn't be so many brilliant civilizations today … Blood is the soil to plant the flowers of civilization, I should have taught you that. "
The young girl sorrowfully looked back at the path of retreat, the corpses that had fallen, and the bad news that had been continuously coming from the past few days flooded in … Only, the princess who had just lost her childishness had tears in her eyes. She was as helpless as a bird that had lost its wings and was falling off a cliff.
"Are you hating yourself for being weak, Elizabeth?"
Holding the body that was gradually losing its temperature, the young princess bit her lips tightly. The answer revealed in her eyes was already obvious.
"But I … I can't change anything by myself. No matter how hard I try … Really, there's no way. "
But she quickly recognized the reality. She was no longer the little girl in the warm castle who wanted to learn horsemanship, strategy, and fencing to participate in the war.
After a year of experience, she had already tasted the cruelty of all kinds of wars. She clearly realized how small human strength was in the face of collective and war.
"Even if it's just one person, he can change everything."
When the blue eyes looked at the young princess, she even felt like she was lost in the sea …
She would never forget the voice, appearance, and gaze of the other party at this time.
"Even if it's just one person?"
"When you become the king."
"Become … the king?"
She stretched out her hand to her, and she subconsciously put her hand in her palm. She only heard her whisper, "You will be crowned king."
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Year 53, the second day of June … Britain, Westminster Abbey (Westminster Abbey).
The palace maids and guards, as well as the police of the Fog City, had to look for traces of that big shot in this royal church.
In less than half an hour, the most important ceremony would begin … However, they didn't know where that person went.
Everyone's anxiety was already written on their faces.
She saw all of this in her eyes … Standing on the top of the tower, looking down.
She was no longer a young girl, nor a girl. After more than ten years of unimaginable experience, she would finally be crowned king in this church.
"Didn't come … Teacher?"
At this time, the future queen was holding a book with some damaged corners in her hands: a French version of "Confession".
She took one last look at the entrance of the church, and then slowly walked down … She didn't know when, but that mysterious homeschool had disappeared from her life … Her life had disappeared.
But in the years of teaching, she had left behind too many memories.
— "You will be crowned king."
And that day, this sentence would be with her for the rest of her life.
13 years later, Princess Elizabeth came to the door of the auditorium for the coronation ceremony … The people inside slowly opened the door for the well-dressed future queen.
She looked inside, but the light shone from inside. She only saw a blank space.
…
Creak — Ya.
The sound of the door opening suddenly startled Her Majesty.
She was taking a nap and was sitting on a corner of the sofa … There was a tattered book on her lap.
At the moment of waking up, Her Majesty saw Miss Maid open the door. Her Majesty was startled at first, then showed a smile … She didn't stand up.
She sat up quietly — with an impeccable sitting posture.
"I just had a dream." Her Majesty whispered, "It's a little long dream."
"Do you still like to daydream, Elizabeth?" Miss Maid also walked slowly into the room with an impeccable smile and an impeccable posture.
Of course, if she didn't grab the back of Lancelot's collar at this time, it would be really impeccable if she dragged her in like this.
"What happened to this child?" Her Majesty glanced at her and asked curiously.
"Probably her self-esteem doesn't allow her to do something shameful, so she chose to be unconscious." You Ye said indifferently.
"This is a strong child." Her Majesty showed a kind look.
Miss Maid casually threw Lancelot on the ground — Her Majesty couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, and finally said with a wry smile, "She hasn't changed at all, teacher."
You Ye looked around and said, "It seems that as a hostage, your situation isn't too bad."
It wasn't like the stone room in the monastery at the beginning … In this building of the British Parliament, there probably wasn't a place with such bad conditions, right?
Strictly speaking, this was a place like a study — it was the place where the Queen used to rest when she came to the parliament.
"Probably to understand a harmless old woman like me." The Queen smiled, and then slowly stood up, "Do you want some tea? I made some black tea. "
"Do you still have this book?" Miss Maid looked at the Queen … who was carefully putting the book away.
Her Majesty looked down at 'Confession', and smiled, "Occasionally, I open it and read it. After all, it brought me a lot of painful memories."
The Queen quickly raised her head, no longer talking about the book, but asked curiously, "I don't see your male companion."
"He's now experiencing something that can make him happy." Miss Maid said softly.
Her Majesty opened her mouth, and looked at her blankly.
After a while, the Queen's eyes became soft, "Teacher, you also have such a gentle side … What a lucky man. I suddenly feel jealous. "
"So, I don't plan to waste too much time on you." Miss Maid said indifferently, "Now tell me … You called me with the black card, what's the matter?"
The Queen slowly came to the tea table, making tea, and said casually, "We didn't have much time to talk in the theater. I think … your male companion is also a tolerant person, so he should be willing to leave this time to me … Do you want some sugar?"
Miss Maid narrowed her eyes, "Little Elizabeth seems to have grown into a bad woman."
"Then I'll put one in. I remember you only add one at a time."
The Queen smiled and served the black tea, and then asked abruptly, "Teacher, the reason why you came to teach me is that my father made a deal with you, right?"
"Generally speaking, we'll keep the information of the customers' transactions confidential." Miss Maid sat down slowly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip, "Well, your tea making skills have improved."
"Anyway, it's been 60 years … Teacher," the Queen murmured.
"It's just the time for this cup of tea," Miss Maid said abruptly.
The Queen smiled bitterly, "You're still as ruthless … There's indeed something I want you to do. Look at my situation now … "
At this moment, the sound of light footsteps came from outside the room. Then … someone knocked on the door.
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…
A bulletproof car slowly stopped in front of the gate of the Palace of Westminster — a man in his thirties in a military uniform came out of the driver's seat and opened the back door.
Sir Hopkins walked out slowly — Caesar also came out of the other side of the door.
"Thank you, Offin, my child," the old knight said with a smile.
This was the officer who followed the prime minister as the commander of the Fianna Base … He was the adopted son of the old knight.
The old knight looked up at the Parliament in front of him and suddenly said, "Actually, I don't like this place very much."
As he spoke, he slowly walked up the stairs leading to the top. At the same time, Offin followed the old knight with two wooden boxes in her arms.
Caesar looked at Sir Hopkins who was halfway up the stairs expressionlessly and suddenly said, "Hopkins, do you still remember your promise?"
The knight turned around and smiled. "Of course, my uncle … How could I betray the covenant between us? Don't worry, the next activation of the Holy Grail will fulfill your wish. "
Caesar didn't say anything and just followed him silently.
The old knight seemed to have recovered a little, and his pace became faster — At this moment, a figure appeared at the end of the stairs.
He was kneeling on the ground with one knee … His face was pale, as if he had suffered a serious injury. The wounds on his body could even be seen clearly.
"Oh, Simpton." The knight stopped and said, "You're back too. I know you won't let me down."
"I met a strange person. His strength was terrifying. I couldn't even take one hit from him." Simpton lowered his head. His voice was flat as he raised the magic sword in his hands.
The old knight frowned. He seemed to have thought of something from this simple description …
He let Offin take the magic sword and then reached out to help Simpton up. "Don't worry, my knight. I will give you more power … Soon. Come with me. "
He walked past Simpton and walked forward … After a few steps, he found that Simpton was still standing there. The old knight turned around and smiled. He waved his hand, "Come, don't stop."
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PS: Actually, I wanted to update earlier, but there was a power outage … Fortunately, this chapter didn't lose much. Otherwise, I would have given up sleeping …
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