Trafford’s Trading Club

Winter, 1936.

The Duke of York, who has been succeeded as king, and his wife, as well as two daughters, Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret, are sheltering from the Second World War in the castle of Balmoral.

Princess Elizabeth was only 13 years old.

At this time, the Duke of York is reading the newspaper at hand.

After a silent breakfast, the young and childish Princess Elizabeth suddenly said, "Father, are we hiding here and doing nothing? ”

It was said that the Duchess… the Queen cast a gaze of silence - but this did not stop Her Royal Highness the Young Princess from speaking.

“Our country's name is now being sacrificed on a continent across the ocean. We, on the other hand, enjoy the warmth of the fireplace in this castle..."

“Elizabeth.” The queen's voice is a little heavier, "don't bother your father any more. ”

The queen's tone has become harsh, and Her Royal Highness, the young princess, can only bow her head reluctantly - as for the younger Princess Margaret, at this time only holding a doll and looking at all this in horror.

“Well, I'll see you in my room first.” Princess Elizabeth stood up and left.

“Elizabeth, have you forgotten all the manners the royal family deserves?” The queen frowned.

Her Royal Highness said softly: "Mother, what I want to learn is fencing, riding, plotting… not studying Shannon's words! ”

“You…” The queen seemed angry.

But at this point, the silent new king finally opened his mouth, and he dropped the newspaper and slowly said: “Elizabeth, you are old enough to go to school, but given the current situation, I specifically hired a tutor for you… Go, your teacher is waiting in the study now, and I hope you can show the courtesy that a royal princess deserves to receive your new teacher. ”

“I don't need no tutor, Father! ”

“That's an order. This teacher will teach you to be talented...” The new king looks at his grand princess with complexity at this moment, "You will never know what price I paid to bring this teacher to you... cherish it, this teacher, will change your life. If you don't want to live the rest of your life without doing anything. ”

……

While the conflicting sentiment almost triumphed over submission to patriarchy, the young princess eventually defeated and reluctantly came to the study door under the clamp of motherhood.

She didn't want a very strong tutor in the father's mouth, but she was thinking about how to make the other person feel better.

Take a deep breath, the young princess pushes her hands straight through the study door and says out loud: "Where's the new governess? ”

At the same time, Her Royal Highness also looked at what was happening in the study - it was expected that the tutor, with glasses, might look stylish or knowledgeable… otherwise, it would not have been possible for her father to hire her.

But what appeared before the princess was not that type of literary man, but a young woman.

Long blonde hair, dark blue eyes... with no smile.

“You… are my tutor? ”

The beautiful young woman did not answer, but took a heavy fencing sword from the talking table and threw it directly at Her Royal Highness.

She picked it up with her hands and feet. She was confused, and the blonde blue-eyed woman in front of her took the same heavy sword. “In ten minutes, if you could touch my clothes, anywhere, I would leave here... How about that? ”

God... His Royal Highness doesn't even know how they turned into two heavy swords in the study.

But it doesn't matter —— what matters is that fencing is something she loves.

“Don't, call for help.” Her Royal Highness's gaze grew sharp...

……

……

Recall that at this moment flashed from those long years, His Majesty the Old Queen had already reached out and touched her cheeks... the cold, wet touch.

“Little Elizabeth, it's been a long time...”

“Really... is it really you, Teacher Yunight? ”

Her Majesty walked step by step, “All these years… have I really seen you again? But why hasn't your face changed at all, and I... wasn't young long ago? Please tell me this is not a dream...”

Perhaps because of excitement, or because of joy, the old queen couldn't help but stretch out her hands and try to hold a face that had never left a mark in the days before her eyes.

Trembling...

This should be an impressive meeting scene - at least for Her Majesty, who is heartily excited at this moment, the joy of the moment, even comparable to the victory of that world war decades ago.

This beautiful woman changed her life...

“I allowed you to touch me, Elizabeth. ”

Dark blue eyes, as deep as I can remember...

But listening to the cold words, Her Majesty seemed to wake up for a moment, but an almost instinctive fear gave birth to His Majesty, who had spoken with countless heads of State of the world in a laughing-style manner.

Her sword is heavy and the young princess devours the unimaginable pain of others… At the same time, her teaching whip is just as heavy, like a nightmare, and the young princess is not forgotten until she becomes the queen of a country.

But it also awakens Her Majesty completely… after all, she was not that little girl who knew nothing.

“Why, the way you look...”

“Now that you are the queen, you also know the existence of the knighthood organ… you know the extraordinary power of the world, don't you understand? ”

Her Majesty opened her mouth… a possibility she never thought possible.

She needed some time to digest the information, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

……

“Miss Lancelot, how old are you this year? ”

It was the first time she had encountered such a question - not, of course, because it had never been asked from the beginning.

There is no need to answer… she thought, “25. ”

Her eyes suddenly changed… and she acutely caught the moment's separation of thought and language - Lancelot's eyes suddenly became sharp and a short sword slipped down her sleeve.

False body.

She had already appeared behind Boss Lo, and the short sword had crossed his shoulder and placed it around his neck, and the cold voice was ringing, "What have you done to me? ”

“I think I really just asked a question.” Lochu reacted like some normal… but couldn't do it.

Without saying it's just this short sword, even a sharper blade of ice probably won't cut into his skin... Besides, it's unknown whether or not it will cut.

But if one day, there's a sharp blade that sticks into his body... he'll be reborn in the club - dead and resurrected, something he's tried from the beginning.

“Don't play tricks.” Lancelot's voice is a little colder… the short sword is still standing.

Lochu laughed at this moment and said from his face, “That's strange. As a matter of fact, if I really make you feel dangerous, should you be more concerned about what's going on in the room at this time... after all, there are people in there that you want to protect, and there are people in there that make you feel dangerous close to me. Shouldn't it show that determining the safety of a person is the first priority? ”

Choose.

It's like that.

Abandon control of the person entering the room and deal with the situation until now, following the Queen's safety is the main thing, or do not give up control of the other person.

She soon had a choice.

“If in there, your companions have really threatened the safety of my employer, then I should not give up on you right now… at the very least, hold you, both sides are on the same starting line, aren't they? ”

“That's true. ”

What surprised Lancelot was that the other person's attitude of identity - and, even more incredibly, the other person turned around as if they were determined that they would not really do it.

The short sword that had originally been placed around his neck became the tip of the sword facing his throat.

“Twenty-five years..." said Lochu casually, "actually a little longer than my life... Miss Lancelot, have you had any memories worth remembering and treasuring in the last 25 years? ”

She couldn't help but frown… this was the second strange question.

“I don't think you need to worry about whether my memories have a treasure section… you should care about yourself.” She chose a consistent way of doing things - to do it.

Of course, to make sure she didn't take things to a worse point, she didn't plan on killing people, but at least keep each other quiet.

Her throat is a lethal place, she doesn't intend to attack, but apart from that... maybe her shoulder, thighs, could be a good target - at least, compromise his mobility.

Thinking is not instantaneous, and the movement of the body is almost synchronized with thinking - when the moment comes to a conclusion, Lancelot's wrist trembles and the short sword goes toward the shoulder of the other party - stabbing it in the shoulder blade position.

It was supposed to be like this… but the short sword doesn't move at this point.

It's like it's stuck in an invisible wall, completely secure, more like a tightened screw - just like that in the air!

Lancelot was so shocked that she let go of her short sword and instinctively retreated - but her body could not move at this time either.

And the short sword, just like that, is in the air... between her and Lochu.

Lochu gazed at Lancelot and then reached out and ‘took’ off the sword in the air and played with it in his hand, "For now, I am not in danger to the one in the room… including my companion. ”

Naturally she doesn't believe it, she doesn't even give up her vigilance… at least that's the way she looks at it.

But the short sword began to melt in Lochu's hand… it completely melted into a bunch of steel juice and began to stretch, twist, deform automatically… Eventually, it turned into a silver rose.

“If not, create them now… if you already have them, hope you can keep them well.” Rocciu handed this metal rose back to Lancelot - correctly inserted into her fictitious palm.

It's working.

Lancelot's body suddenly moved - and then the door suddenly opened and the maid walked out with a smile, while Her Majesty sent her with horror... yes, with horror.

“Go back, Elizabeth. Don't ask too many questions about me... remember my words. ”

“Yes.” Her Majesty nodded.

She really didn't ask much - even if she was curious, the man who was the male companion of the night teacher… and of course why Lancelot had a metal rose on his hands at this time.

“No need to give it away.” The maid said it again.

Her Majesty nodded, as if she had listened to the students, making Lancelot feel more incredible than last night's easy defeat by Farrell.

Lochu had no intention of talking to Her Majesty, but nodded slightly... his arm bent slightly and Yu came to her at night, grinding his hand up.

“Well, the show should start soon, please allow us to leave first, ma'am. ”

Lochu concludes with this.

……

“Your Majesty, who are they? ”

In front of the door… these mysterious men and women are no longer visible in the hallway, but Lancelot's doubts are clearly more intense - she begins to doubt her strength as a dozen round tables.

First Farrell, then...

Her Majesty shook her head at this point: “Lancelot, I hope you won't tell anyone about today… about me and her. ”

She frowned.

But Her Majesty didn't want to say more, but looked at Lancelot's metal rose again and laughed: "Oh, boy, for the first time, I think the flowers are still quite right for you. Would it be better if you thought about it and put on a ladies dress? ”

Without waiting for an answer, Her Majesty walked into the room smiling softly.

Lancelot looked at the metal rose in his hand... and started it.

……

Down the hall.

The boss and partner are still walking with their hands.

“So this is what you're talking about. You've already retaliated. ”

Boss Luo laughed at this moment: “I must have had a deep memory of Her Majesty's childhood... suddenly I want to see you as Master Yan. ”

“Just the request of the Duke of York.” The maid laughed, "But as a tutor, you must have passed. ”

“A former Orlean girl actually instructed a British queen herself, um...” Rochu shook her head, not knowing whose bad taste it was.

The maid didn't say anything about it and smiled. “Did you have a good conversation with the host on the 31st? ”

“Thought she'd wake up later... After all, this time, it wasn't exactly a deliberate attempt to find her. It was a coincidence to meet her.” Rochu shrugged: “Let's take another look… After all, the boss who disturbs employees on vacation will probably be remembered. ”

“Then disqualify her for the next vacation.” Miss Maid, the clouds are light.

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