In the quiet corridor, the sound of breathing became heavier and heavier, as if you could see the mist spitting out from those shallow lips.
Instinctively resisting the voice that appeared in his ears at this time... In the haze, Lancelot began to see the other party's appearance unclearly. Although, this appearance had actually been imprinted in his mind long ago.
What was she talking about, Eleanor of Aquitaine?
There was a very familiar feeling, quietly passing through my heart when the sensitivity and excitement in my body was about to overwhelm my reason, and then a new round of pleasure directly overwhelmed it.
"The master said, since this is your life during vacation, no matter what happens to you, we will not provide assistance... Then, it is up to you to force out the things left in your body... Or you plan to
, just give in."
Nothing could be heard anymore, only the endless water, coming like water... Lancelot's whole body bowed, and he knelt on the ground with his head touching the floor.
The body was trembling constantly.
Then...a dull hum sounded.
When she raised her head again, she found that her eyes were slightly clearer, and her lips were already covered with blood and her bitten arm.
When she was about to completely lose her mind, she chose to bite her arm to stimulate her mind with pain.
The method is not advisable, but obviously the effect is immediate.
"Here...Queen...signal..."
In an extremely sober state, Lancelot uttered a few words with difficulty, perhaps it was just a subconscious act. When her endurance exceeded the limit and after saying these words, she fell directly to the ground.
.
The maid knelt down, stretched out her hand to tidy up Lancelot's messy hair, and asked in a low voice, "What makes you unwilling to wake up? Even if... the vacation is not over yet."
"Queen...support..."
You can still vaguely hear such a sound coming from her lips after she passed out.
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In the early morning of June 2, 1940.
A port city in northeastern France... on this coastline also known as the "Church on the Dunes".
All he could see was an army with low morale, moving slowly like ants.
They have spent too much energy and fighting spirit in the past few days, and behind them, the imperialist tanks and chariots are like ferocious tigers.
"We can't last much longer... Is there any hope?"
"This retreat... I really want to go home."
"If, if I can't go back, please return my relics to my hometown...my brother."
Fallen people... Fallen people can be seen everywhere along the way.
They were like figures crawling out of the mud, like old people walking at sunset... Their eyes were confused and frightened.
They should be trying to cheer up, but both mentally and physically, it seems that they have reached their limit.
Finally, another soldier fell on the road.
In the crowd, she quickly ran to the soldier's side and called eagerly: "Soldier, soldier! Wake up! Clear..."
Her words did not last long. The other soldiers seemed to already know the outcome, so they moved forward silently.
"Let's go, take his sign... Forgive me, I really don't have the strength to carry his body, Miss Nurse."
A veteran stayed beside her for a moment and patted her shoulder... No one knew the true identity of this muddy military nurse.
Who would have known that such a terrible-looking little nurse could be the princess of their country?
The veteran finally pulled off the military badge from the corpse, shook his head, and then followed the team in front. Only she stayed in place holding her body, which was extremely warm and seemed to have a beating heart...
The soldiers around him walked silently with their heads down.
Because time is really urgent.
"Who are you crying for, yourself or them, Elizabeth."
When she raised her head, what she saw was a pair of blue eyes... They were not in the same bad condition as them. Even though she was wearing a military uniform, she was as clean as ever.
Elizabeth didn't know how she did it... This family teacher had always been so mysterious and elusive. Even though she was walking with the army, no one seemed to know her existence except herself.
Like a ghost.
"He...should have been rescued, and he shouldn't have been abandoned on the road...so did they. But why do they have to go through such a war?"
"Why not go through war."
The girl looked up in disbelief, her voice trembling, "Teacher...do you think war is right?"
She said: "Do you think it is a mistake, but it also promotes the development of civilization. It is precisely because of the desire for aggression that human beings will force themselves to continue to become stronger. Without these desires, human beings on this earth will
, maybe they will just be children living in the Garden of Eden, and there will be no splendid civilizations today...blood is the soil where the flowers of civilization are planted, I should have taught you."
The girl looked back sadly at the fallen corpses along the retreat, and the bad news that had been coming continuously during the retreat in the past few days came one after another... But the princess, who had just lost her childishness, was holding tears in her eyes, as helpless as if she had lost
The bird has lost its wings and is falling off the cliff.
"Are you hating your own weakness, Elizabeth?"
Holding the body that was gradually losing its warmth, the young princess bit her lip tightly. The answer revealed in her eyes no longer needed to be explained.
"But I...I alone can't change anything at all. No matter how hard I try...there is really no way."
But she quickly realized the reality. She was no longer the little girl in the warm castle, clamoring to learn riding strategy and fencing, and to join the war.
After a year of experience, she had already tasted the cruelty of all kinds of wars. She clearly realized how insignificant human power was in the face of collective and war.
"Even just one person can change everything."
When her blue eyes looked at the young princess, she even felt like she was lost in the sea...
I will never forget the other person’s voice, appearance, and eyes at that moment.
"Even...just one person?"
"When you become king."
"Become...king?"
She stretched out her hand to her, and she subconsciously put it into her palm. She only heard her whisper: "You will be crowned king."
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1953, the second day of June...Britain, in Westminster Abbey (Westminster Abbey).
The maids and guards of the palace, as well as the policemen of the foggy capital, had to look for the trace of the important man in this church dedicated to the royal family.
The most important ceremony is about to begin in less than half an hour... However, that person has gone somewhere.
Everyone's anxiety was already visible on their faces.
She saw it all in her eyes... she stood on the top of the tower and looked down.
She is no longer a girl, nor a girl. After more than ten years that many people cannot imagine, she will finally ascend the throne as the king in this church.
"Didn't you come...Teacher?"
The future queen was holding a book with some damage at the corners in her hands: a French version of "Confessions".
She took one last look at the entrance of the church, and then slowly walked down... I don't know when, that mysterious family classroom disappeared from her life... her life.
But during the years of teaching, she was left with too many memories.
"You will be crowned king."
And that day, this sentence has been with me all my life.
Thirteen years later, Princess Elizabeth came to the door of the auditorium for the coronation ceremony... The people inside slowly opened the door to the future queen in full dress.
She looked inside, and when the light came from inside, she just saw a blank space.
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Squeak.
The sound of the door opening suddenly alerted Her Majesty the Queen.
She was taking a nap, sitting on the corner of the sofa... and there was a shabby book on her lap.
The moment she woke up, Her Majesty the Queen was startled when she saw the maid who opened the door. Then she showed a smile... without standing up.
She quietly sat up with impeccable posture.
"I just had a dream." Her Majesty the Queen said softly, "It's a bit of a long dream."
"Do you still like to daydream like this, Elizabeth?" The maid also slowly walked into the room with an impeccable smile and impeccable walking posture.
Of course...if she hadn't grabbed Lancelot's back collar with her hands at this moment and dragged her in like this, it would have been really impeccable.
"Did something happen to this child?" Her Majesty the Queen took a look and asked curiously.
"Probably because my self-esteem did not allow me to do something shameful, I chose to coma myself." You Ye said calmly.
"This is a strong child." Her Majesty the Queen showed loving eyes.
The maid girl casually threw Lancelot to the ground, which made Her Majesty the Queen open her mouth slightly, and finally said with a wry smile: "Still not changed at all, teacher."
You Ye looked around and said, "It seems that as a kidnapped person, your situation is not too bad."
It's not like the stone chamber of the monastery at the beginning... You probably can't find a place with such harsh conditions in this building of the British Parliament, right?
Strictly speaking, this is a study-like place that is used exclusively for the Queen to rest when she comes to the Parliament on weekdays.
"Maybe she's considerate of a non-threatening old woman like me." The Queen smiled, then stood up slowly: "Want to drink tea? I made black tea."
"Do you still keep this book?" The maid looked at the queen... who was putting the book away carefully.
Her Majesty the Queen looked down at "Confessions" and said with a smile: "Occasionally I will open it and read it. After all, it has brought me quite a lot of painful memories."
The Queen quickly raised her head, no longer talking about the book, but curiously asked: "Where is the male companion beside you who is missing?"
"He is now experiencing something that can make him happy." The maid said softly.
Her Majesty the Queen opened her eyes and looked at it in a daze.
After a while, the queen's eyes became softer, "So, teacher, you also have such a gentle side... You are such a lucky man. I suddenly felt a little jealous."
"So, I don't plan to waste too much time on you." The maid said calmly: "Let's talk now... you used the black card to call me, is there something wrong."
The Queen slowly came to the tea table, made tea, and said casually: "I didn't have much time to chat in the theater before. I think... your male companion is also a tolerant person."
People, you should be willing to leave this little time to me... Do you want to add sugar?"
The maid lady narrowed her eyes, "Little Elizabeth, it seems she has grown into a bad woman."
"Then I'll just put one in. Remember you only add one at a time."
Her Majesty the Queen smiled, served the black tea, and then asked abruptly: "Speaking of which, the reason why the teacher came to teach me is because of some deal my father made with you."
"Generally speaking, we will keep confidential the information related to the customer's transactions." The maid sat down slowly, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip, "Well, the technology of making tea has also improved.
"
"No matter how you say it, sixty years have passed...Teacher." Her Majesty the Queen murmured.
"It's just time for a cup of tea," the maid said abruptly.
Her Majesty the Queen smiled bitterly and said: "Still as ruthless... There is indeed something I want the teacher to do. Look at my current situation..."
At this moment, there were slight footsteps outside the room, and then... the door was knocked.
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…
The bulletproof car slowly stopped in front of the gate of the Palace of Westminster. A man in his thirties wearing a military uniform walked out of the driver's seat and opened the rear door.
I saw Sir Pugins slowly walking out of the car door on the other side, and Caesar came down.
"Thank you, Orphen, my son." The old knight said with a smile.
This is clearly the officer who follows Mr. Prime Minister as the commander of [the-fianna] base...that is, the adopted son privately adopted by the old Sir.
The old knight looked up at the Congress in front of him and suddenly said: "Actually, I don't like this place very much."
As he spoke, he slowly climbed up the stairs leading to the top. At the same time, Orphen hugged two wooden boxes and followed the old knight.
Caesar was expressionless, looking at Sir Pukins who was halfway up the steps, and suddenly said: "Pukins, do you still remember your promise?"
Jazz turned around, smiled and said: "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 did not speak, but followed silently.
The old knight's physical strength seemed to have improved a little, and his pace began to become faster. At this moment, a figure appeared at the end of the stairs.
He knelt on the ground on one knee... but his face was pale, as if he had been seriously injured, and the wounds on his body could even be clearly seen.
"Oh, Simpson." Jazz stopped, "You're back too, I know you won't let me down."
"I met a weirdo. His strength was terrifying. I couldn't even land a single blow." Simpton lowered his head, his voice did not fluctuate, and at the same time he raised the magic sword in his hands.
The old knight frowned, as if he thought of something just from this simple description...
He asked Orphen to take the magic sword, and then stretched out his hand to help Simpton, "Don't worry, my knight. I will give you more powerful power...soon. Come with me."
He walked past Simpton and walked forward... After a few steps, he found that Simpton was still standing there, so the old knight turned around, smiled slightly, and waved, "Come on, don't stop here.
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ps: I actually wanted to update it earlier, but there was a power outage at home... Fortunately, this chapter didn't lose much. Otherwise, I would have given up and slept...
