There was not a single moment of that when they were alone.
In this case, how did the Queen take a liking to him? ? ?
Ah, my devotion to the Queen was understood by her as love?!
But this doesn't make sense, if you loved me, why did you do it without hesitation
The swiftness and decisiveness of the second foggy city's transformation are still praised by Mozo and historians.
Shouldn't the relationship between us be an ordinary monarch-subject relationship? At most, a teacher-student relationship would be the best, but how did this relationship between a god and a king come about? ? ?
Mozo couldn't figure it out, and for the first time he felt that his brain was not enough.
But it’s okay if you don’t understand.
The Queen was inviting herself to be her King and making a covenant between God and the King, which was undoubtedly a covenant between husband and wife.
Rather than the special affection between family members that had appeared among many gods and kings in the past.
So should I agree to it
The moment Mozo asked himself this question, he got the answer.
Her Majesty the Queen might really love him deeply, but Mozo had no feelings for her. At least at this moment, he did not think he was qualified to be her king.
Because he really doesn't like the Queen, even if the Queen is in a life-or-death situation, he will save her, but he still won't risk his life. This is not the state that a God and a King should be in.
Agree to the other party with this half-hearted emotion and become the other party's king.
Mozo thought about it and felt that he couldn't do it.
The relationship between God and King transcends life and death. It is the only relationship that is recognized to be able to laugh at and ridicule death at will.
Indeed, being a king, and the king of a new god, would be an unimaginable benefit to the debt-ridden Mozo.
But the more this happened, the more Mozo couldn't do this.
Because that would blaspheme the oath between God and the king.
More importantly, that is also a blasphemy to the Queen!
He promised the Queen that it would no longer be because of the love between them that was enough to mock the god of death or even the original love, but was merely driven by primitive, stupid and incompetent interests.
Perhaps the Queen would not only not be disgusted by this, but would even be extremely happy about it. But precisely because of this, Mozo could not take advantage of the Queen's desire for dedication.
The answer is obvious.
After taking a deep breath, Mozo slowly stood up and looked at the queen, whose eyes were red and whose body was trembling slightly, but who still stretched out her hand waiting for him.
"His Majesty."
Mozo spoke after careful consideration. Even though the words he spoke were spoken after great consideration, they still easily penetrated Isabel's heart.
A simple Majesty, the alienation and helplessness in his expression were like thousands of sharp blades ruthlessly piercing Isabel's body.
For the first time, Isabel showed her weakness in public. Facing Mozo, she not only staggered, but also almost fell down.
This caused countless people to exclaim in surprise and countless nobles to cover their faces.
The dynasty dream is over!
Seeing that Isabel was about to fall, Mozo instinctively wanted to reach out to help her, and this action also made Isabel's eyes light up slightly. But soon, this light was completely shattered.
Because she saw Mozo suddenly stop his movements and stand still as if he had taken root.
Isabel didn't fall down after all.
After taking a deep breath, she not only suppressed her tears, but also miraculously laughed. Although it was a laugh that was uglier than crying, at least she laughed:
"You, no, His Excellency the Grand Duke, rejected me?"
She really wanted to say my Cromwell, but the alienation and helplessness in the other party's eyes made her change her mind as if she was swallowing a knife.
Although she said the answer that both of them knew, even so, her hand was still stretched out in front of Mozo.
She had been waiting for Mozo's nod and arm in hand.
She has been waiting for the king she has chosen.
Mozo also understood this, but he ignored Isabel's still outstretched hand and lowered his head and said:
"Your Majesty, I dare not and cannot do so. I do not have the qualifications."
"Who dares to say you are not qualified?! Whoever dares to say this, I will chop his soul into pieces and chew up his flesh and blood! I..."
Isabel burst out with a series of almost crazy words, but immediately she fell silent.
Because Mozo lowered his head even deeper and said:
"It's me. I don't think I'm qualified!"
This is the only stumbling block between the two sides and an insurmountable chasm.
This enemy was so powerful that Isabelle lowered her head with tears in her eyes after just one look. This was the only enemy she could never defeat.
But soon, Isabelle forced a smile and said:
"You, what nonsense are you talking about? How can you not be qualified? You, you are the only one who can, you, you are Cromwell! And, and, I, I think you can, isn't it? Isn't it... isn't it?"
Isabel's incoherent voice echoed throughout the foggy city. As she spoke, she couldn't even utter the word "you".
Because the distance made her heart tremble. Because the distance made her unable to hold on any longer.
All the audience lowered their heads at this moment. Everything that happened today was as incredible as a dream to them.
The queen became a god. She chose her own king and affiliation, but the king rejected her
What a horrific scene.
Mozo did not lower his head any further. He raised his head and said to the Queen:
"Perhaps my actions have confused Your Majesty and caused him to misjudge, but, Your Majesty, I am only a minister. I cannot be king. This is a matter between two people, not something that can be done just because one person thinks it is okay."
"I can only say sorry for this. But I really can't promise you that."
As he spoke, Mozo knelt down on one knee and bowed his head and said:
"Please punish me, Your Majesty. I really can't do it!"
Isabel cried, she cried without any concealment, a queen and a goddess cried without any concealment in front of her own people and foreign and pagan envoys.
At the same time, she also retracted her outstretched hand for the first time. She pointed at herself and said intermittently:
"Yes, what did I do wrong... not good enough?"
"Your Majesty is very good. You are beautiful, powerful, and wise. Even with the most critical eyes, you are still an extremely outstanding woman."
This was a sweet compliment that Isabel would have kept for the rest of her life, because it not only affirmed her success as a woman, but was also spoken by Mozo himself.
But here today, the more this happened, the more uncomfortable she felt.
Because this meant that she and he were really drifting further and further apart, and she had no idea where to start.
What is scary is not that there are no mistakes and defects, but that there is no way to correct them!
At this moment, if she could win back his heart, she would even be willing to be ugly, weak, and stupid forever.
After taking a deep breath, Isabel smiled and looked behind Mozo. There, even Eldaran was kneeling on the ground respectfully. Next to Eldaran, there was Little Rose who knelt down and looked a little at a loss.
"Yes, is it because of them? Is it because you have other girls you like? It doesn't matter, really, I can accept them. I can even personally witness your marriage and bless you. I can also make your child a prince."
"I will love every child equally like a biological mother! No, I will even love them more than my own children."
"Only, as long as, as long as you can accept me, as long as you can give me a little position, that's all, can, can you?"
And these words also made Prince Rhaegar look up at this side, and then he lowered his head with a complicated expression.
His mother undoubtedly loved him as well, but that was not a mother's love for her son; it was merely an extension of her love for her father.
His mother's love for him was no more or less than that for his other brothers and sisters, because they were all children of the Lord of Light. And that was all...
The one who can make a goddess put herself in such a low position must obviously be the king.
After a moment of silence, Mozo sighed and said:
"Your Majesty, that's not the problem. The more you say that, the less likely I am to agree to your request. That's why I can't agree to your request with a half-hearted attitude. That would be a blasphemy to you and an insult to me."
"I respect you with all my heart, so let's stop here, Your Majesty! We can be friends, very good friends."
Mozo's words destroyed Isabel's world and soul as easily as a moving glacier.
Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
It's hard to imagine that a goddess could be so fragile.
The world fell silent at this moment.
However, at this moment, there should still be a group of people who can resonate with Isabel, and they are the nobles of the old seven countries. At this moment, they are all sitting together on the ground with despair in their hearts.
The king came, and they still had a glimmer of hope. Now, it’s over, everything is over!
Mozo didn't know what he should say at this moment, so he could only kneel on one knee with his head down, not moving at all.
After a long time, Isabel's crying finally stopped, and she seemed to have finally accepted this reality.
The reality that Mozo would not be her king.
Seeing that the Queen had stopped sobbing, Mozo carefully raised his head and looked at Her Majesty the Queen.
At this moment, the Queen also sensed Mozo's gaze and wiped her tears, but in fact, there were no traces of tears on her cheeks.
Because she is already a god, the tears of a god are not ordinary like those of ordinary people. Isabel's tears turn into dazzling and cold gems the moment they appear.
That is the most extraordinary material!
But no one should care about this at the moment.
After wiping away the non-existent tears, Goddess Isabel forced a smile and stood up in front of Mozo.
Looking at the queen like this, Mozo asked tentatively:
"His Majesty?"
In response to Mozo's gentle call, Isabelle was silent for a moment before she revealed a sad smile.
It was so sad and beautiful.
But amidst the endless sadness, Mozo also saw a hint of determination and apology.
"His Majesty?!"
Mozo once again raised his question.
This time, Isabel responded with great tenderness and apology:
"I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
Before Mozo could react, he saw everything around him changing color and retreating rapidly.
"His Majesty!"
This was also the only sentence Mozo had time to shout out during this sudden change.
The next moment, the originally extremely quiet world became noisy and joyous again.
Mozo also returned to his tall horse. Around him were endless people reveling:
"The hero of Fog City is back!"
"Lord Cromwell, the hero of Lorain!"
...
Ah, it’s me who has returned triumphantly and is about to meet His Majesty!
Mozo was confused for a moment, then he remembered his situation and current situation.
After understanding the current situation, Mozo immediately waved to the people again.
After passing through a long crowd, Mozo finally saw the Queen unexpectedly after turning a corner.
'Your Majesty is waiting for me here?'
Mozo was startled and immediately dismounted. He walked calmly to the smiling queen, knelt on one knee and said:
"Your Majesty, I'm back!"
With a ding-dong sound, Mozo was somewhat surprised to see an extremely dazzling gem rolling in front of him.