Chapter 1289: Chapter 16: Knight and Boss
1936, winter.
The Duke of York, now the King, along with his wife and two daughters, Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret, were hiding in Balmoral castle to escape the Second World War happening on the mainland.
At this time, Princess Elizabeth was only 13 years old.
The Duke of York was reading the newspaper in his hand.
After a silent breakfast, the young and naive Princess Elizabeth suddenly said, “Father, are we just going to hide here, doing nothing?”
Hearing this, the Duchess… the Queen gave a silencing look—but this did not stop the young Princess from continuing to speak.
“While our country’s name is sacrificing on the mainland across the ocean, we are here enjoying the warmth of the fireplace in this castle…”
“Elizabeth.” The Queen’s voice was slightly heavier, “Don’t add to your father’s worries.”
The Queen’s tone was stern, and the young Princess could only reluctantly lower her head—while the younger Princess Margaret was just holding her doll, watching everything in fear at her tender age.
“Well then, I am going back to my room.” Princess Elizabeth stood up and left directly.
“Elizabeth, have you forgotten the etiquette that the royal family should have?” The Queen couldn’t help but frown.
The Princess replied indifferently, “Mother, what I want to learn is fencing, equestrianism, strategy… rather than studying Shakespeare’s texts!”
“You…” The Queen seemed quite angry.
But at this time, the newly appointed King finally spoke, putting down the newspaper and slowly saying, “Elizabeth, you are of school age now, but given the current situation, I have especially hired you a home tutor… Go on, your teacher is waiting in the study, and hope you can display the etiquette a Royal Princess should have to wele your new teacher.”
“I don’t need a home tutor, Father!”
“This is an order. This teacher will guide you into success…” The King’s face was plicated as he looked at his elder daughter, “You can never know what I sacrificed to hire this teacher… cherish it well, this teacher will change your life. If you don’t want to live your future life in insignificance.”
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Though the resistance was almost overpowering her obedience to paternal authority, under the pressure of maternal authority, the young Princess ultimately retreated, reluctantly arriving at the study door.
She was not looking forward to this supposedly great home tutor her father mentioned, and was thinking about how to make the other party retreat from difficulty.
Taking a deep breath, the young Princess pushed open the study’s door with both hands, loudly saying, “Where is the new home tutor?”
While speaking, the Princess also surveyed the situation in the study—with the expectation that this home tutor was probably wearing glasses, appearing elegant, or was a knowledgeable fellow… otherwise, her father wouldn’t have hired them.
But appearing before the Princess was not that type of literary gentleman, rather it was a young woman.
Golden long hair, deep blue eyes… a faint smile.
“You… you’re my home tutor?”
The beautiful young lady didn’t answer, but instead casually picked up a fencing heavy sword from the table and tossed it directly at the Princess.
She managed to catch it clumsily, puzzled, as the golden-haired-blue-eyed lady also picked up a similar heavy sword, calmly saying, “If you can touch my clothing anywhere within ten minutes, I will leave this place… How about it?”
Oh my… this Princess even didn’t know how the other party magically produced two heavy swords in the study.
But that wasn’t important—the important part was that fencing was something she loved.
“Just don’t call for help.” The Princess’s gaze suddenly became sharp…
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In an instant, memories flashed from the long past, as the already aged Her Majesty the Queen gently touched her cheek… feeling the cold and dampness.
“Little Elizabeth, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it…”
“Really… is it truly you, Teacher You Ye?”
Her Majesty the Queen staggered forward step by step, “After so many years… have I really seen you again? But why haven’t you changed at all whereas I… am no longer young? Please tell me, this isn’t a dream…”
Perhaps due to excitement, perhaps due to joy, the aged Queen couldn’t help but stretch out her hands, wanting to hold the face in front of her, untouched by age.
Trembling…
This should be a very touching reunion scene—at least, for Her Majesty the Queen at this moment, the joy could even rival the victory of the world war decades ago.
This beautiful woman who changed her life…
“Did I allow you to touch me, Elizabeth.”
Her deep blue eyes, as profound as remembered…
But hearing these icy words, Her Majesty the Queen seemed to awaken in an instant, yet an almost instinctive fear forced the Queen, who once talked and laughed with countless world leaders without changing her face, to shiver.
Her sword was heavy, and the young Princess endured unimaginable suffering from others… simultaneously her teaching cane was equally heavy, like a nightmare, leaving an impression on the young Princess even till she became a Queen.
However, this also woke Her Majesty the Queen pletely… She was no longer that ignorant little girl.
“Why hasn’t your appearance…”
“Now you are a Queen, and you are aware of the existence of the Knight Agency… Knowing about the Superordinary Power in the world, can’t you figure it out.”
Her Majesty the Queen opened her mouth slightly… This was a possibility she had never considered.
She needed some time to digest the information among it, and the room fell into silence all at once.
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“Miss Lancelot, how old are you this year.”
To her memory, facing such an issue was the first time—of course, it wasn’t that she had never run into such a question, it’s merely because she was never asked this question from the start.
No need to answer… she thought, “25.”
Her gaze in that instant underwent a change… and keenly captured the separation of thought and language at that moment—Lancelot’s gaze suddenly became sharp, and a short sword slipped from her sleeve.
With a twist.
She appeared behind Boss Luo instantly, the short sword crossing over her shoulder, placed at his throat, while a cold voice rang out simultaneously, “What have you done to me?”
“I think I really just asked a question.” Luo Qiu seemed to have some normal reaction… but couldn’t execute it.
Even if we don’t mention this short sword, an even sharper ice blade probably couldn’t cut into his skin either… Moreover, whether this cutting action can even occur is unknown.
But if one day, indeed, there would be a sharp blade that pierces his body… he would resurrect in the club—resurrection is something he has tried from the very beginning.
“Don’t play tricks,” Lancelot’s voice turned colder… The short sword was still poised.
Luo Qiu smiled calmly, “How strange. Logically speaking, if I really made you feel endangered, shouldn’t you be more concerned about the situation inside the room?… After all, inside there is the person you need to protect, as well as my panion whom you feel brings danger. Shouldn’t confirming the protection of the person inside be the top priority?”
Make a choice.
It’s just like saying this.
Abandon the object that is already controlled to enter the room, responding accordingly, prioritizing the safety of the Queen, or not giving up control of the other party.
She quickly made a decision.
“If inside, your panion has indeed threatened the safety of my employer, then now I shouldn’t give you up… At the very least, controlling you puts both sides on the same starting line, doesn’t it?”
“That makes sense.”
To Lancelot’s surprise, the other party accepted this rationale—what was even more unbelievable was that he seemed certain she wouldn’t take action, and now turned around.
The short sword that was originally poised at his neck now had its tip aimed directly at his throat.
“25 years…” Luo Qiu casually said, “It’s actually longer than my life… Miss Lancelot, in these 25 years, are there memories worth recalling and treasuring for you?”
She couldn’t help but frown… This was the second strange question.
“I think whether my memories are worth treasuring is none of your concern… You should worry about yourself,” she decided to act in her usual way—by taking action.
Of course, to ensure that things wouldn’t take a turn for the worse, she didn’t intend to kill him, but at least to quiet him somewhat.
The throat is a lethal place to attack, and she didn’t intend to strike there, but aside from that… perhaps the shoulder, the thigh would be good targets—at least, to impair his mobility.
Her thoughts took only a moment, and her body’s movements were almost in sync with her thoughts—as soon as she reached a conclusion, Lancelot’s wrist flicked, and the short sword thrust toward his shoulder—towards the scapula.
It should have been like this… but the short sword didn’t move at all.
It was as if it had struck an invisible wall, pletely fixed, more like a tightened screw—just suspended there in the air!
Lancelot was shocked, released the short sword, and instinctively stepped back—but her body also wouldn’t move.
And the short sword was just fixed in the air… Fixed between her and Luo Qiu.
Luo Qiu glanced at Lancelot, then reached out and ‘plucked’ the short sword from the air, playing with it in his hand, “For the time being, I won’t pose a danger to the person inside the room… nor will my panion.”
She naturally didn’t believe him and didn’t drop her guard… At least her eyes showed that.
But now the short sword in Luo Qiu’s hand started to melt… it pletely melted into a pool of steel, then began to stretch, twist, and transform on its own… In the end, it became a silver rose.
“If there aren’t any, then start creating them now… If there are, I hope you treasure them well.” Luo Qiu returned the metal rose in his hand to Lancelot—more accurately, he placed it into her open palm.
She could move now.
Lancelot suddenly regained her ability to move—but at this moment, the door suddenly opened, and the maid came out with a smile while Her Majesty the Queen was seeing her off with sincere trepidation… yes, sincere trepidation.
“Go back, Elizabeth. Don’t ask too much about my business… remember my words.”
“Yes,” Her Majesty the Queen nodded.
She did not inquire further—even though, in her heart, she was very curious about this man who was Teacher You Ye’s panion… Of course, and why Lancelot was holding a metal rose now.
“No need to see us out,” the maid stated once more.
Her Majesty the Queen nodded again, looking so much like a well-behaved student that it made Lancelot feel even more puzzled than last night’s easy defeat by Farael.
Luo Qiu had no intention of conversing with Her Majesty the Queen, only nodding slightly as a gesture… His arm bent slightly, and You Ye came to his side, slipping her hand around his arm.
“Well, the performance is about to begin, so please allow us to take our leave first, madam.”
Luo Qiu used this remark as a concluding line.
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“Your Majesty, who are they exactly?”
At the door… The mysterious pair had disappeared down the corridor, but the doubts in Lancelot’s heart grew—she began to doubt her own strength as one of the Twelve Round Table knights.
First, Farael, and then…
Unexpectedly, Her Majesty the Queen shook her head and said, “Lancelot, I hope you won’t discuss today’s events with anyone… regarding what happened with her and me.”
She furrowed her brows.
But Her Majesty the Queen did not wish to say more; instead, she took another look at the metal rose in Lancelot’s hand, smiled, and said, “Oh… child, it’s the first time I feel like flowers suit you well. Have you ever considered changing into a lady’s gown? It might suit you better.”
Without waiting for a response, Her Majesty the Queen laughed lightly and walked back to the gathering.
Lancelot stared at the metal rose in her hand… and became lost in thought.
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In the corridor.
The boss and his panion continued walking arm in arm.
“So this is what you meant by having already taken revenge, huh.”
Boss Luo chuckled, “I imagine it must have left a deep impression on Her Majesty the Queen’s childhood… I’m suddenly curious to see you in the guise of a strict teacher.”
“It was merely a request from the Duke of York,” the maid replied with a smile, “but as a family tutor, I suppose I did an adequate job.”
“The once Maid of Orleans personally cultivating a Queen of Great Britain, hmm…” Luo Qiu shook his head, wondering whose twisted sense of humor this was.
The maid offered no opinion, merely smiled and asked, “Did you enjoy your chat with No. 31?”
“I almost wished she would wake up a bit later… after all, this time, it wasn’t precisely intentional to see her, just a coincidence.” Luo Qiu pondered, “We’ll see… after all, bothering an employee during her vacation probably isn’t going to go down well.”
“In that case, we can just revoke her next vacation entitlement,” the maid said calmly.
Hey, hey…
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