Trafford’s Trading Club

In the quiet hallway, the whistling sounds grew heavier and heavier, as if to see the mist emanating from that shallow lip.

Instinctively, there is some resistance to the voices that come to my ears at this point… In the haze, Lancelot starts to look a little blind to each other - although it's actually already been printed in my head.

What is she talking about, Aquitan's... Eleanor?

There is a familiar feeling that quietly crosses the mind when the sensation of hypersensitivity is about to drown, and then a new round of pleasure directly drowns it.

“The master said that since this is your life on vacation, no matter what you encounter, we will not give you any assistance… So, what stays inside you, you can push them out by yourself… or you intend to give in like this. ”

I can't hear anything anymore, only infinitely, like the tide... Lancelot's entire body bowed down, kneeling on the floor, his head touching the floor.

body, shaking constantly.

Then… a dull hum sounded.

When she raised her head again, she would find her eyes slightly sober, while her lips were covered with blood - and the bitten arm.

At the end of her impending total insanity, she chose to stimulate herself with pain by biting her arm.

The method is undesirable, but obviously the effect is immediate.

“Here… the queen… signals…”

Under extreme sobriety, Lancelot struggled to say a few words - perhaps just subconscious behavior. When she had exceeded her limits and said the words, she fell directly to the ground.

The maid squatted down and stretched out her hand to clean Lancelot's messy hair, whispering, "What makes you unwilling to wake up? Even if… the holidays are not over. ”

“Queen… Support…”

You can still hear her faintly, and there are voices like this on her lips.

……

……

The morning of June 2, 1940.

Port city in north-eastern France… on the coastline, also known as the "Church on the Dunes”.

What is within sight is a low morale, an army that moves slowly like an ant.

They've spent too much energy and fighting in these days - behind them, imperialist tanks and chariots, like fierce tigers.

“We can't support it for too long… is there hope? ”

“This retreat… I really want to go home. ”

“If I cannot return, please return my relics to my hometown… my brother. ”

The fallen… The fallen along the way are everywhere.

Like a shadow climbing out of the mud, bending over like an old man at sunset in the western mountains… their eyes were lost and they were afraid.

They should want to be uplifted, but both mentally and physically, they should seem to reach their limits.

Finally, another soldier fell on the way.

In the crowd, she rushed to the soldier's side and called eagerly: "Soldier, soldier! Wake up! Clear...”

Her words did not last too long - the rest of the soldiers seemed to know the ending, so they proceeded silently.

“Let's go, take his sign… forgive me, I really don't have the strength to carry his body, Miss Nurse. ”

A veteran stopped by her side for a moment and patted her on the shoulder… nobody knew the true identity of this muddy accompanying nurse.

Who would know that such a terrible little nurse would be the princess of their country?

The veteran eventually pulled the medal off the corpse, shook his head, and followed the team in front of him - the only one holding the temperature was her, as if her heart was still beating and her body stayed where it was... The soldiers next to her walked silently with their heads down.

Because time is really running out.

“Who are you crying for, yourself, or them, Elizabeth? ”

When she raised her head, she saw a pair of blue eyes… not as bad as they were and as clean as ever, even in military uniform.

Elizabeth doesn't know exactly how to do it... This family classroom has always been so mysterious, so mysterious that no one but herself seems to know that she exists, even if she walks in the military.

Like a ghost.

“He… should have been saved, not to mention abandoned halfway... so should they. But why go through a war like this? ”

“Why not go through the war? ”

The girl looked up incredibly, her voice trembled, “Teacher... do you think the war is right? ”

“Do you think it's wrong," she said, "but it's also driving civilization. It is precisely because of the desire for aggression that humanity is forced to become constantly stronger. Without these desires, the human beings on this earth may just be children born in the Garden of Eden, and there are no civilizations that shine so far… Blood is the soil where the flowers of civilization are grown, and I should have taught you. ”

The young girl looked back sadly on the way to the retreat, and the fallen corpses, coming from the retreat for a few days, kept coming... only the princess who had just faded naive caught tears with her eyes, helpless as if she had lost her wings and was falling off a cliff bird.

“Are you hating your weakness, Elizabeth? ”

Holding the corpse, which gradually lost its temperature, His Highness the young princess bit her lips dead, and the answer revealed in her eyes was no longer necessary.

“But I... I can't change anything by myself. Whatever the effort… really, there is no way. ”

But she quickly realized that she was no longer the little girl in the warm castle who was arguing about learning riding tactics and fencing and going to war.

A year of experience had long been marked by the brutality of all sorts of wars - and she was acutely aware of how small human resources were in the face of both collective and war.

“Even if it's just individuals, it can change everything. ”

When her blue eyes looked at the young princess, she even felt lost in the sea...

Never forget the voice, the appearance, and the sight of each other.

“Even if… just one person? ”

“When you became king. ”

“Become king? ”

She reached out to her and subconsciously placed her hand in her palm, only to hear her whisper: "You, will be crowned king. ”

……

53, the day after June… in Westminster Temple (Westminster Church), England.

The maids and guards of the court, as well as the police of Fogdu, had to look for the big man in this royal church.

It's less than half an hour away, and that's the most important ritual... but the guy doesn't know where he's going.

Everyone's anxious and already on their faces.

She saw it all in her eyes… standing on top of the tower, looking down.

She is no longer a teenage girl, not a girl, and after more than a decade of unimaginable experience, she will finally be king in this church.

“Didn't you come... teacher. ”

The future queen, with her hands in her arms, was carrying a book that was already somewhat damaged at the corner: a French version of the Repentance.

She finally took a look at the entrance to the church and then slowly walked down... not knowing when that mysterious family classroom had disappeared from her life... from her life.

But in years of teaching, she left too many memories.

You will be crowned king. ”

And on that day, that sentence accompanied the words of my life.

Thirteen years later, Princess Elizabeth arrived in front of the auditorium of the boarding ceremony… The people inside slowly opened the door for a dressed future queen.

She looked inside, and the light came from inside, and she just saw a blank space.

……

Squeak-- yeah.

The door opened and struck Her Majesty suddenly.

She was sleeping, sitting on the corner of the sofa… with an old book on her leg.

In a moment of awakening, the maid who opened the door was seen. Her Majesty first stunned and then revealed a slight smile… did not stand up.

She sat up quietly - impeccably seated.

“I just had a dream.” Her Majesty whispered, “It's a long dream. ”

“Still like daydreaming, Elizabeth?” The maid also walked slowly into the room with an impeccable smile and impeccable gesture.

Of course... it would be impeccable if she hadn't grabbed Lancelot's collar and dragged her in like this.

“The kid, is something wrong?” Her Majesty took a look and asked curiously.

“Probably because self-esteem doesn't allow itself to do something shameful, so choose self-coma.” Unight said softly.

“This is a strong child.” Her Majesty revealed a merciful vision.

The maid threw Lancelot on the floor at random - which Her Majesty couldn't help but open her mouth slightly and finally smiled bitterly: "Still hasn't changed a bit, teacher. ”

Night gauged around: “Looks like you're not in too bad a position as a kidnapper. ”

It's not like the stone room at the beginning of the monastery... and you probably can't find a place like that in this British Parliament building, can you?

This is strictly like a study - a place dedicated to rest when the Queen comes to Parliament on weekdays.

“Probably understanding an old woman like me without a threat.” The queen laughed and stood up slowly: "Want some tea? I made black tea. ”

“Do you still have the book?” The maid looked at the queen... who was carefully putting the book away.

Her Majesty looked down at the Repentance and laughed: "Sometimes I turn around and see, after all, the painful memories it brings me. ”

The queen quickly raised her head and stopped talking about the book. Instead, she was curious to ask: "Where's the man you're with? ”

“He's going through something that makes him happy.” The maid said softly.

Her Majesty Zhang looked at it with some indignation.

After a while, the queen's eyes also became soft, “So you, teacher, have such a tender side... what a lucky man. I was suddenly a little jealous. ”

“So I'm not going to waste too much time on you.” The maid said softly: “Now tell me… what is it that you call me with a black card? ”

The queen slowly came to the tea table, holding the tea, and said, "I didn't have much time to talk about it before in the theater, I think… your man companion, also a tolerant man, this time should be left for me… do you want sugar? ”

The maid squinted her eyes, “Little Elizabeth, it looks like she's grown into a bad woman. ”

“Then I'll just put one. Remember, you just add one at a time. ”

Her Majesty smiled, served the black tea, and asked coldly: "By the way, the reason the teacher came to teach me was because my father had made a deal with you. ”

“Generally speaking, we keep information that belongs to the Guest's transaction confidential.” The maid sat down slowly, picked up the teacup and took a small sip, "Well, the tea making technique has also improved. ”

“Sixty years have passed... teacher.” Her Majesty murmured.

“Just this cup of tea time.” The maid was cold.

Her Majesty laughed bitterly: "The same ruthlessness… there is indeed something I want my teacher to do. You see where I am now...”

And at this point, outside the room, there was a slight footsteps, and... the door was knocked.

……

……

Bulletproof car, slowly parked in front of the door of Palais Westminster - a man in military uniform, in his thirties, walked straight out of the driver's seat and opened the back door.

Only Sir Pupkins walked out slowly —— on the other side of the door, down with Caesar.

“Thank you, Offen, my child.” The old jazz smiled.

This is, of course, the officer who followed the Prime Minister as commander of the [The-Fianna] base… the adopted son of the old Sir in private.

The old jazz looked up at the Congress in front of him and suddenly said, "Actually, I don't like this place very much. ”

He slowly climbed the ladder to the top, while Ofen held two wooden boxes and followed the old jazz.

Caesar looked at Sir Pupkins, who had taken half the steps, and suddenly said, "Pupkins, do you remember your promise? ”

Sir turned back and smiled: “Of course, my uncle… how can I betray our covenant? Rest assured, the next launch of the Grail will fulfill your wish. ”

Caesar did not speak, but followed him in silence.

The old jazz's strength seemed to be getting better, and his pace began to get faster - at this point, at the end of the stairs, a figure appeared.

Kneeling on one knee... but pale, as if he had suffered a minor injury, he could even see clearly the wound on his body.

“Oh, Simpton.” The jazz stopped, “you came back, too. I know you won't let me down. ”

“I ran into a weirdo with horrible strength, and I couldn't even take a shot.” Simpton lowered his head, his voice did not fluctuate, and his hands raised the sword in his hand.

The old jazz frowned and seemed to think of something from this simple description…

He asked Ofen to take the sword, and then he reached up and lifted Simpton, "Never mind, my knight. I will give you more power… soon. Come with me. ”

He walked past Simpton and walked forward… A few steps later, when he found Simpton was still standing still, the old Sir turned and smiled and waved, “Come on, don't stop at anything. ”

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PS: Actually, I wanted to update it earlier, but there was a power outage at home... luckily this chapter didn't lose much. Otherwise, I'd give up sleeping...