Trafford’s Trading Club

Still the neutral outfit in the ever-changing tuxedo and white shirt - but unlike the simplicity of the past, she has an indescribable beauty… or demonic.

The tremendous power unleashed, as if infinitely... moved slowly - toward Sir Pupkins.

The black light held onto her body, and those empty eyes seemed to imply that she was in a somewhat unusual state at the moment.

Sir Pupkins has felt an unprecedented crisis approaching since the release of Lancelot's power… as if holding the [Holy Grail] in his hand could not quench his anxiety at this time.

And she... slowly approached, as if nothing was stopping her.

Sir Pupkins' gaze narrowed slightly… his gaze swept around and fell on Simpton - after seeing Pupkins' gaze, Simpton did not have any pause.

Like an instinctive reaction, he gave up a great opportunity to kill Gareth directly, like a black lightning bolt, lifting the sword and flashing from Lancelot's front - from top to bottom, the sword drew a straight trajectory.

It may soon split Lancelot in half!

She had no reaction at the moment, even the curtains didn't change when the sword came... she just extended her hand.

As if there was a black light, at this moment it contracted and expanded violently… Simpton, dressed in black armor, at which point the entire body was embedded directly in the air.

It feels like… from 3D to flat.

Weird scenes shocked a handful of people left behind - and the one that came down was even more frightening than Sir Pupkins' defeat of the namesake table.

Because they hear a broken sound —— like a broken sound.

Simpton's body is shattered… like a rupture falling on the ground, turning into an irregular fragment - man, directly shattered. Only the sword left behind and fell to the ground.

“This is not… inheritance. ”

The Knights of the Round Table, both submissive and resistant - who have worked with Lancelot colleagues - as the only female round table of our time, can be said to have the highest popularity in the Knights' Institution… no one knows her.

“Is she really Lancelot… not another Pupkins? ”

“What are you talking about?! ”

“I don't know… just feel, kind of like. ”

Whispering, nothing stops at this moment, changes what… Simpton's instant death shocks, not yet digested, and at this point "Lancelot” has begun to move again.

The goal remains… Sir Pupkins.

Finally, Sir Pupkins' gaze gathered to the extreme… feeling the power of the powerful surge in his body, and under the fear of this instinctive threat, he fired a direct punch.

This is how the powerful horror of light struck - head-on against ‘Lancelot’.

An invisible barrier unfolds in front of 'Lancelot' - a jazz attack, as if it were a mirror.

The attack, which came from a frontal bombardment, reflected from the side at the next moment… The force of the attack was not half weak. After reflection, the corner of the auditorium was directly smashed by the bombardment, and a crack was further cracked directly onto another building outside the auditorium.

Sir Pupkins opened his eyes in vain... and he breathed a cloud, waving his fists far faster than a clown's fist.

Dozens of flares, like firing simultaneously from the same plane… dense flares, each with extremely destructive forces.

When these dozens of flares arrive... the invisible barrier unfolds again - perhaps only when it appears, when the flare hits the barrier, can it see its existence.

But —— the flare was eventually rebounded.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bouncing light bomb, at this time frantically destroying everything around us - dozens, hundreds, even close to a thousand! The number of flares is constantly rising, and the speed at which they are ejected is increasing frantically.

However, they are reflected at the same rate as the same...

Finally, Sir Pupkins stopped… Even with such a powerful body, such a maddening force, he has felt a little fatigue under this constant attack.

Not blocked... ‘Lancelot’ has moved in front of Sir Pupkins... arm long distance!

“I don't believe it...” Sir Pupkins looked down at his palms and muttered to himself at this moment... Finally, his face, the craziest side of his heart, was completely inspired!

Holy Grail!

He raised the Grail in his hand!

A black ray is emitted from the [Holy Grail] …

The beam of light released from the [Holy Grail] is like a curve when the fireworks fall in the night sky... continuously being fired off before this invisible barrier!

Even the power of the Holy Grail...

“I don't believe it!! ”

Sir Pupkins first became incredible, then panicked… then lost his point.

He was like a child with a weapon, yelling why he couldn't beat the adult in front of him… [Holy Grail] was still under his drive to launch a fierce attack, and he himself, in this attack, retreated step by step.

Retreat - until, before retreating to the first stage of the steps leading to the throne, he suddenly lost his balance and tripped backwards… sitting on the steps - without stopping to launch the [Grail] attack.

“You're not Lancelot!” Pupkins shakes suddenly, "Who are you?!! ”

As if she didn't hear, she just reached out and made a false grasp... [Holy Grail] At this moment, directly from Pupkins' hand, was forcibly seized!

When [Holy Grail] broke away from the palm of his hand, a great deal of anxiety and fear as if he had been cut off, instantly deprived Pupkins of all reason.

“Give it back!! Give it back... mine!! It's mine, it's mine!! It's mine!! ”

As if to feel the madness of Pupkins at this moment, [Mordred] 's armor directly gave him more powerful power... hectares, the armor emitted strong light!

“It's mine!!! ”

The power that erupted once again pushed the crowd... like a cyclone, and countless pieces of rubble just rolled up at this moment - Pupkins attacked her at all costs!

Boo--!!!

It's also some kind of glowing and contracting feeling… Time seems to have paused on Pupkins for a second, after time flowed again… [Mordred] 's armor is already full of cracks!

It seems to break at any moment… Pupkins has sprayed a breath of blood, and his body has embedded itself directly in the steps, smashing a huge hole.

But she never cared about the existence of Pupkins… The moment [Holy Grail] started, her hollow eyes just looked at the [Holy Grail] in her hand.

Shh, shh!

[Holy Grail] This moment began to tremble violently… like a struggle - finally, her already horrible power was released, again multiplied!

Click--!

A crack suddenly appeared from the bottom of the [Holy Grail] at this moment, then, like a thunderous trace, went up smoothly - the moment the crack spread to the mouth of the cup, the [Holy Grail] split in half!

“You ruined it! You destroyed it!! You ruined it!! I won't let you go!! Never!! ”

He was like a man who had been deprived of his beloved... when the [Holy Grail] ruptured, Sir Pupkins lost control!

But [Holy Grail], it did break... like an old cup, it fell directly on the ground at this time - the moment it landed, the magicians' troops, they all stared!

This is... named after the two secrets of their magician's association, something almost artificial, just...

……

When [Grail] crumbled to the ground, 'Lancelot’ suddenly stopped moving... and the immense power on her began to fall back at this time.

Her hair slowly drooped… she also fell from the sky to the ground.

As if exiting from one state to another… the moment it lands, Lancelot falls directly to the ground.

“I won't let you go!! Lancelot!! ”

But Sir Pupkins, who is out of control, can no longer contain the anger in his heart! He broke out of the stairwell and launched an angry attack on Lancelot, who had fallen again!

[Holy Grail] Although it has disappeared... the power he has acquired does not seem to have disappeared!

“Die! ”

Pupkins covered the fist of the holy armor, as it slammed toward Lancelot's head - yet, at this moment, when the fist was about to blow up Lancelot's head, something seemed to have stopped him.

It is a gun… or, alternatively, a tip cut off from the gun.

Only about a foot long tip!

At the moment, this powerful punch, with a half-stopped gun tip, is a man who doesn't know when to show up, wrapped in a black robe, faceless mask figure!

At this moment, the Black Robe blocked the moment of Pupkins' attack, suddenly turning his back and hitting Pupkins in the chest with one foot, shocking him straight out!

Who is it?

Between stunned and stunned, Pupkins' brain was chaotic… on three or four occasions, three or four times, people appeared to hinder him - kicking didn't do him any real harm, it just had a repelling effect.

By the time Pupkins stood up again, his forehead had soared with anger - but an awesome scream rang at that moment!

“Caesar -!!! ”

That was Catherine screaming... she instantly sat on the ground, her eyes blindly watched, her face pale, the whole person as if she had lost her soul... she grabbed her face with her hands... and scratched the blood marks hard.

“Catherine!! ”

Ultimately, as if she couldn't bear the pain of the moment, Catherine spit out a breath of blood and fell down.

“Really... is [Oberon]?! ”

In the ruins… Gareth and Tresty support each other, walking out in a hunch - their bodies were almost pushed out of the Royal Auditorium under the shock of ‘Lancelot' and the last of Pupkins' forces.

But... when they look at the moment in the head of this black robe, they still can't believe it —— about a few hours ago, they handed it over to [Oberon], and they have a deep understanding of the power of [Oberon].

This guy... can hurt pervert Farrell!

At this moment, only the mystery of the black robe mask is seen, throwing Caesar's head forcefully - toward Pupkins!

Faced with Caesar's head flying in, Pupkins had hardly any hesitation, punching it straight out, blowing up the whole head... and then the blood fog flickered.

Meanwhile, Catherine, who had just woken up and spyed on the scene, once again went straight behind her back and fell into the arms of Judas.

“Who are you. ”

Feeling threatened… but apparently without the horror and intensity of Lancelot in the strange state he was in - at this point, having lost the [Holy Grail] Pupkins, he had to be vigilant.

So far, the mutation that has occurred is what he did not expect… especially the [Holy Grail] has been crushed!

The mystery man in the black robe did not speak at this time, but simply picked up Lancelot on the ground and slowly walked towards… Her Majesty.

“What's wrong with her? ”

Far more tolerant than anyone else, in the face of this mystery, Her Majesty did not even panic at all - but at first Bedville guarded the shadow man she released, which had been depleted by successive shocks.

It can be said that Her Majesty, now, is truly in a state of absolute protection… but she clearly does not have any panic.

The mystery just shook his head and delivered Lancelot… Next, it turned around again, facing Sir Pupkins.

Her Majesty sat Lancelot down and felt Lancelot breathing before relaxing slightly.

“Who is it... Elizabeth, your man?” Pupkins frowned.

After the [Holy Grail] was broken, his madness seemed to fade away… becoming calmer.

Her Majesty stood up slowly and said softly: "Be my patron saint… he who will always guard me. ”

“Your protector?” Pupkins frowned again, "ridiculous! If you really have any guardians, the knighthood can't have never been filed... and still be this level of inhuman! Elizabeth, do you really think you can fool people with such lies? ”

Pupkins snorted, then watched the magician squad, hiding in the sky, watching the war, silent, like a snake, who could suddenly strike at any moment, and said with a grin, “I'm afraid you're from the Magician's Association, too? What you have in your hand, if I'm not mistaken, is probably one of your magicians' club's hidden trophies from a hundred years ago... [holy gun] -Lunginus, right? ”

The mystery reaches out and sees the half-cutted tip slowly coming out of the robe at this point... seemingly blind, even with rust marks on it.

But this is the kind of gun tip that seems to have decayed, but it's raw enough to block the powerful Pupkins' angry blow.

“Sir!” Unexpectedly, it has been a silent battle, and this time Deacon Ace, who led the magician's army, suddenly said: “I admire you for recognizing [the holy gun] just at a glance… Indeed, this is the trophy you know. But we do not know exactly who it is today. I can also tell you very clearly that we are not from the Magicians' Association. ”

“Ridiculous… not your people, not [holy guns] make, do you think your tower owner would be willing to let others use it?” Pupkins shook his head.

“What if it can only be used once?” Deacon Ace said softly: “If [Holy Gun] is accompanied by the technique of several tower masters, wherever it is lost, it will instantly return to the tower masters. Oh... forgot to mention that this [holy gun] was also in the employ treaty of Her Majesty the Queen and was the first to arrive here, so even if I wanted to take it back, it would not be possible... Of course, [holy gun] is not available to anyone, so I am also curious as to what this protector looks like... if you can, perhaps Sir, you can unmask it yourself. I will, I look forward to it. ”

Pupkins sunk his face.

After the loss of the Grail, that feeling of control had faded… when he was awake, he had to be scared that he had fallen under the inducement of the Grail for such a short period of time.

Looks like... the knights fell down and died, even at the table of twelve circles, either seriously injured or no more fighting power at this moment.

Even Simpton, a demon sword user who has been cultivating for years, is dead… clearly these are not what he wants.

Now, if you can't defeat the mysterious guardian next to the queen, waiting for yourself will be the end of the world.

Again... and the army of magicians.

But… has [Mordred] 's armor, which is as powerful as Farrell's.

After this victory, he was able to revive the drum… his body had recovered young, which meant that time had been reset and he could do more in the future.

[The Holy Grail] … is just a way to the powerful power of non-human beings, which has been gained nowadays - albeit destroyed, but at least it will not let itself be lost and become the slave it devours.

Happiness… but obviously not a bad situation.

Take a deep breath, think in an instant, feel the power that is still flourishing, Sir Pupkins smiled beautifully, “It seems that this is my path to the king, the last obstacle… No wonder, the road to success is always accompanied by thorns… Only then will the final victory fruit appear sweet. ”

Pupkins moved.

Speed, power, strength… all directly beyond the peak that this generation of twelve knights can reach.

The mysterious guardian of the royal family, in the moment of the operation of Pupkins, also turned into a straight shadow… with [holy gun] in his hand, completely free from the attack of Pupkins.

But after all, it is not the [holy gun] of the Association of Real Magicians, which makes it even less comprehensible how to trigger the true power of the [holy gun] … with only some passive basic abilities of the [holy gun].

The guardian of the royal family, it seems difficult to overcome, Sir Puggins, with his mighty power… Her Majesty, there is a hint of tension at this time.

“This is truly the last… or if it fails, it can only…” Her Majesty watches the backdrop of the Guardian's showdown and the fear grows stronger.

“She's not easy either.” Deacon Ace watched this happen silently and whispered to his companions: "It's just such an ordinary man who can walk in the non-human realm to this day. Should I say… is this the longest queen in the world? ”

Duel, it hasn't stopped.

The battlefield between the Royal Guardian and Pupkins has moved over the entire Palace of Westminster… This level of confrontation has continued to the point where a magician has had to move.

Deacon Ace is even beginning to figure out which side to help… maybe wait for the final result.

……

“You are powerful, far beyond Gareth and the clowns.” Pupkins said quickly at this point: "But there's a lot more to it than me... if it weren't for the Holy Gun, you wouldn't be able to hold it up to now. ”

The guardian of the royal family still did not speak, but the attack grew more aggressive.

Pupkins just splits the fall color evenly every time he stops hitting.

But he still tries to disturb each other with words, "Why be Elizabeth's protector? Who the hell are you from the royal family? In fact, you can't be better than following Elizabeth... she's always just an old, merciful woman. But I'm strong now, I have power! You should have allied yourself with me. ”

“Old man, how can such an interesting battle be less than me! ”

A mad laugh suddenly came from outside the royal auditorium, only a human figure rushed into the night sky at this moment... then a few glistening cold lights, at this time directly towards the guardian of the royal family!

This sudden attacker, of course... clown, Dagonit!

It's a flying knife.

The flying knife came out of the sky, directly facing all the important places of the guardian's body... The guardian was in imminent danger, waving the [holy gun] and chopping the flying knife down.

“Oh, is that Dagonit?” Pupkins couldn't help but surprise himself at this moment… I didn't expect to stick to the end, it was this guy.

But seeing the clown cry at this moment is ridiculous, but Pupkins feels quite well!

“Well, let's take this so-called royal guardian down together!” Pupkins laughed so loudly that some battlefields were the epitome of a monarch who had struck and killed his enemies.

“Yes... take it! ”

Eating a laugh, he exhaled from Dagonit's mouth and suddenly turned cold, “... take you off. ”

- Take you... off.

Pupkins was ready to blow his fist out at the moment, but the voice appeared behind him… in his ear.

One flies in, quietly behind Sir Pupkins... piercing!

Heavy pain... the severe pain coming from the back made Pupkins stare so big at this moment... back stabbing made him shocked and angry, “Dagonit, you! ”

Without waiting for Pupkins to adapt to this instant mutation... the guardian of the royal family took a deep breath at this moment and threw the [holy gun] straight out of his hand!

Boo--!

As if this blow filled all of its power, the air instantly created an umbrella airflow that only appeared when a sound barrier was created!

The tip of the gun went straight through Sir Pupkins' chest and directly into the earth!

“Why... Dagonit you...”

Pupkins looked down at the huge wound in front of his chest, fainting moments, feeling only a blank space in his brain, suddenly thinking of something that would happen in countless historical rounds... monarchs often die of betrayal.

“Because...” the clown laughed softly in a voice that only he and Pupkins could hear: "Elizabeth... is my mother. ”

Elizabeth, it's my mother.

Pupkins' body fell out of the air... over his gaze, Dagonit's looking down... which big crying face.

He fell into the abyss!

Boo--!

Into the ruins of the royal auditorium!

Ah--!!

At the moment of landing, an ape licked and sprayed from his throat... Pupkins painfully extended his arm as if to grab something first.

The guardian of the royal family and the clown Dagonit slowly fell and stood on both sides of Pupkins.

“I don't believe... I don't believe...”

Pupkins' body began to tremble violently at this moment… the armor of [Mordred], full of cracks, was broken directly at this moment, and the holy mark on his chest was also stripped directly from his body at this time.

The seal, like a giant crest, floats quietly at this time.

Your arms start to dry out, and you start losing strength from a full body... but between blinks, Pupkins becomes pale again, much older.

“My body… my strength… my… my…” He crawled hard on the ground, like an old dog.

“Looks like there's still a deviation in the estimated time, it just disappeared...” Dagonit chuckled at this moment, "Old man, don't you feel surprised? ”

“What did you do to me...” Pupkins howled.

Mr. Joker waved: “Nothing, it's just the sphere that I gave you earlier that was carrying the souls of everyone in the headquarters of the knighthood. It's not Gerrant's soul at all, but I just found a pig farm and killed the pigs to collect it. ”

“How dare you...”

Dagonit laughed: "I've been looking for records about the Grail and the impact it had when it first appeared… I found it convenient, but seemed rather rigid. While it is unclear what the person who created it was intended to do, it is clear that it is not intended to help mankind fulfil its aspirations… It will be selectively realized according to the type of aspirations. Your wish is that you have a strong body, the same strength as Farrell, and the holy armor of [Mordred]... old man, you have too many wishes, [Holy Grail] this mentally retarded way of thinking does not satisfy you. Yet it faithfully implements these so-called aspirations… so your wish will be fully realized, but retreating to the second point, with a time limit before it is realized. ”

Sir Pupkins's face is as shattered as ashes at this moment.

“Of course, if you continue to contribute sacrifices, you will naturally continue to do so for these wishes.” Mr. Joker shrugged his shoulders, "like a bottomless hole that could never be filled, and all you could do was keep satisfying it… until, in the end, even you were devoured by it. In that case, I think I understand a little bit what the original producer intended. So, overall... you lost, and you lost, Pupkins. ”

“I don't believe... I would never believe it!! ”

He moaned as he climbed down the steps leading up to the throne... the throne was broken, leaving only a small armrest.

Dagonit did not pursue, but watched casually… As for the guardian of the royal family, he did not say a word at all.

Finally, before Pupkins climbed the stairs, he exhausted his final strength, like a snail, before climbing the ruined throne.

“Father.”

“O... Ofen? ”

He heard voices.

What you see is the adopted son who has been lurking with the prime minister for years… Ofen.

“My child… help me… take me away…" like a dying patient, grabbing the last straw.

Offen squatted sadly in front of Pupkins and sighed: “Father... we lost. Forget it, Your Majesty may spare you. ”

“I didn't lose! I won't lose!!” That was his last high voice.

The last force of his hands grabbed Offen's collar and pulled Offen's face in front of him, his deep falling eyes filled with blood at this time, "Me! Will not... lose..."

Boo--!

The sound of shooting.

He nodded and embraced Sir Pupkins, whispering in his ear: "Yes, you won't lose, Father… it was just a nightmare, so I came to drive them away. ”

“Even you... betrayed... me...”

In his arms, Ofen had a silver pistol in his hand.

“Sorry, Father...”

Ofen whispered, "Anyway, it was Elizabeth's mother who adopted me before I became your adopted son... and Dagonit, in fact, was my brother. We met her in an orphanage together. ”

Later, I don't know if Pupkins heard... his eyes have lost their glow and his body's net worth is in Offen's arms, and he hasn't moved a bit.

Royal Auditorium, silent at this time.

Then Her Majesty's voice, beneath the night sky, began to sound softly, as if relieved, “Finally… it is over. ”

……

……

Surviving knights, gather now.

Confusion and panic… they hold each other's bodies together - still divided into two formations.

Ultimately, the surviving knights gathered in front of the steps leading up to the Royal Auditorium, watching it become a ruined Royal Auditorium, silent.

A figure that slowly emerges from this rubble is, of course, Her Majesty.

At this moment, she has only some tired colours on her face… and behind her, she follows, besides the guardian of the royal family, Dagonit, as well as the two Ofens.

At the same time, she also held a cane in her hand… this is the proof of the king's kingdom that Pupkins has been holding the cane - above the cane, the blood of the knight king.

With her sceptre in her hand, she turned to the knights and said aloud: "Sir Pupkins, as well as Oberon, the leader of the myth of the end of the day, the culprit of this rebellion, has fallen! This war doesn't have to go on! From now on, Britain, it's just me... * * * * * *! ”

Looking around beneath that quiet staircase, Her Majesty's voice sounded again: "If you are willing to continue fighting, I will lead my knights to the end! ”

On the side of the camp that has sworn in obedience, at this moment everyone looks at Her Majesty the Queen, standing on the steps… silently.

What else can I say?

Rebellion?

Royal Guardians can defeat Pupkins, who have gained powerful power… and they, including several round table knights in the formation, are no longer able to fight.

Not to mention, above the sky, the magicians of the great army, who have always maintained their strength - and now stand behind Her Majesty the Queen.

… Finally, in the camp, someone threw down the weapon directly in his hand.

“Dagonit...”

Gareth looked at Mr. Clown standing next to the Queen with such complexity at the moment, eager to rush up and ask some questions, but finally endured.

He finally softened his breath and only felt physically and mentally exhausted… he had never had such a long night.

Her Majesty looks at the crowd and smiles softly, "Finally, thank you… for surviving, my loyal knights. ”

“Yes! Your-majesty! ”

The surviving knights in their own formation gave their loyal knees.

……

……

The Westminster Palace doesn't have much left.

You can find the whole room and count it with one hand.

Finally, Her Majesty's hands held a box and, accompanied by Dagonit and Ofen, came into one of the rooms.

“Wait for me outside the door.” Her Majesty whispered to both of them.

Ofen was a little hesitant, but Mr. Joker seemed rather uncomfortable, whistling, leaning against the wall and pillowing on his own hands.

“Good boy." The queen laughed and began to dress herself in front of the door.

After some time, Her Majesty seemed finally satisfied with what she looked like at the moment, then took a deep breath and pushed the door in.

Open the door, close the door.

Her Majesty took another deep breath before smiling impeccably, smiling and saying: "Teacher, thank you for waiting. ”

……

Inside the room, I saw the maid sitting on the couch, drinking black tea easily.

“I made tea, sit down.” The maid said freely.

Her Majesty slowly walked in, but sat down and looked straight, “It's been a long time since you've had your own tea. ”

“Just found the tea bag here.” Lady Maid said softly: “Do you like it? Just take it back yourself… Now, the whole of England is strictly yours. ”

Her Majesty's impeccable appearance instantly defeated, sighed and smiled bitterly.

The maid dropped the teacup and said softly, "Well done, it's been designed from beginning to end… How long did you take to cultivate Dagonit and Ofen? ”

Her Majesty's eyes softened and said slowly: "Almost thirty years? They were just as tall as this table. The first time I saw it, my mother screamed, the little guy was funny, knowing to protect people. ”

“And today, since we've mastered everything, secretly eliminated Pupkins, and then overhead the control of [The-Fianna], wouldn't it be better for the soldiers not to have blood blades? ”

Her Majesty pondered: "Because what I need is loyalty… not hope, for a second Pupkins, let alone see, when the crisis strikes, there will be those who will be defeated. Only those who are strong in their will can make the true building blocks of the nation. Besides, I can't take over the Knights until Pupkins' plan comes to an end… although right now, it's just an obsolete Knights institution. ”

The maid smiled nonetheless: “One was later excavated by the knighthood and eventually became one of the twelve round tables, one was sent to study, and eventually became the adopted son of Sir Pupkins, and then lurked to the Prime Minister for Sir Pupkins, secretly gaining control of [The-Fianna]. Now that everything is over, the dissidents of the knighthood are dead and dispersed, and the rest are loyal to you... your kingship will be truly reunited only after you have both powers... you are a true king. What a shady heart... Little Elizabeth. ”

Her Majesty restored that elegant gesture and whispered: "Yes, as you said earlier, Elizabeth has become a bad woman. Not only did they learn to exploit people, but they also learned to conspire, trick… even learn to be cruel. ”

The maid smiled all over her face and suddenly asked: “There's one thing I haven't figured out... why should that guy help you? Obviously, between him and Pupkins, it's a blood constraint. ”

Her Majesty kept her mouth shut and laughed: "So there are things in the world that teachers don't know… I always thought teachers were the ones who knew everything. ”

“Elizabeth.” The maid suddenly squeezed her eyes and stretched out her fingers and gently swayed past the book of Repentance on the table, "Do you miss its weight? ”

Her Majesty's face changed slightly and she whispered, "Because his former wife was Margaret. ”

“Margaret? So it turns out...” The maid nodded and gave a sudden look. “The guardian of the royal family... In that case, it's a wonderful fate. ”

She shook her head and seemed to be paying less attention to this kind of thing, and the maid recovered and her eyes were faint, “So why did you let me stay? Now that you've got everything under control, you don't even need my help at all... leave me here just to watch this boring seizure? ”

“Because of you, teacher...” Her Majesty whispered at this moment: "When I disappeared, I forgot to give me something. ”

“What is it. ”

“A question.” The box that Her Majesty will bring at this point touches her own leg, "I don't know, nor have I ever wondered, if there will ever be a chance to see you again before my life ends… It was so amazing to me when I saw you in the theater with my glasses. ”

Her eyes gradually blurred, "If there is a miracle in the world, I believe that seeing you again is, for me, the greatest miracle of my life… Teacher, did the student give you the answer to this exam, pass? ”

The maid looked at her silently and did not speak... Remember, the last time I saw her, her hair was still bright and she sounded silently before asking softly: "What is your wish? ”

Finally, she opened the box in her hand and took out what was inside, smiling in tears, "This is me, the only time in my life I've asked you, whether this is a deal or anything...”

What the Queen took out was a crown.

“Can you crown me... teacher? ”

Night Night's eyes softened and he looked at the old man who had lifted the crown in front of him, like the 13-year-old girl who had broken into the castle study many years earlier and said she was going to drive her away.

“Really... growing up, Elizabeth. ”

She gave her students the crown.

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