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.

…

…

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."

…

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.

…

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.
To be continued...