"How do you know? Miss Capet has nothing to do with the throne, [The Church of All Things and Nature] just wants to fish in troubled waters, and Her Majesty the Queen also wants to confuse the public. She herself does not conflict with our purpose."
Jenkins in the carriage replied.
"Is that lady surnamed Capet your friend? Or a relationship similar to Hesha and Mihail?"
Miss Windsor asked inquiringly again.
"No, just my friend."
"Oh, friend~"
She repeated in that misleading tone on purpose, and Jenkins snorted without retorting, and Miss Windsor was obviously teasing him.
In addition to chatting, along the way, Miss Windsor also told Jenkins, who among the people who came today is the candidate that Queen Isabella really likes. Through her introduction, Jenkins learned the intelligence of those so-called opponents, and also knew that most of those people had already entered politics, and from now on, Queen Isabella's plan seemed to be planned a long time ago.
Of course, Miss Windsor also asked Jenkins not to be under pressure. The current public opinion and most nobles believe that it is more appropriate to choose the next king from among the descendants of the orthodox royal family. It is precisely because of this that Her Majesty the Queen spent a lot of time planning, and Miss Windsor decided to give up her pursuit and help Jenkins instead.
"If you didn't show up, no, if you didn't show up and show enough talent, ability and ambition, I would definitely pursue the throne myself."
Miss Windsor sighed to Jenkins, and Jenkins wondered what all this would have been like if he hadn't been in the world.
Miss Windsor is indeed outstanding, but without the pursuit of Her Majesty the Queen, her journey to become king would be quite difficult and dangerous. After thinking about it for a while, Jenkins can think of the setbacks, tribulations, failures, struggles, and difficulties she will experience. This will be an extremely difficult and dangerous path, but if Miss Windsor really persists, it is not without the possibility of success.
"So, does Miss Windsor have the so-called king soul?"
He thought about it, and then compared [Soul of the Tree], [Soul of the Dragon], [Soul of Ice], and [Soul of Darkness] with her, but felt that Miss Windsor did not match any of them.
"But the mud hidden in the comb that I eliminated said that the host of the soul of darkness can only have such a soul through suffering and torture, maybe..."
Thinking in his heart, he pretended to be inadvertently holding his monocle in his hand, and while Miss Windsor turned to go to the window of the car, he quickly raised the lens to his eyes.
Through this monocle with suspicious lenses, whether you are looking at chocolates, unicorns, or family members, there is only a phantom representing the soul behind you. different agility. But looking at Miss Windsor this time, Jenkins clearly saw a small black flame burning quietly in her heart.
It's not an aura, so black doesn't mean tricks. But this is also unusual. If the muddy mud said that he "can find the king's soul" is true, then the lens left behind after its death may be able to allow the naked eye to see the king's soul.
"Could this be the soul of darkness? If I hadn't appeared, would Miss Windsor have conceived this royal soul after a series of tragic encounters?"
He didn't know whether the thing in the flame state was the dark soul that had grown up, or the king soul that hadn't grown up, or it wasn't the king soul at all. But what is certain is that Miss Windsor has an inseparable relationship with the legend of the Four King Souls. And if he could see the other three king souls, Jenkins could be sure what he saw.
"The soul of the tree can find time to take a look at Queen Isabella, the soul of the dragon has no clues for the time being, the soul of ice..."
He was almost sure that if the King Soul really existed, then the Ice Soul would be in the upcoming delegation to the Northland, even in Dolores' place.
Thinking of this, I understand that I will soon learn the truth. Jenkins put away the lenses calmly, then pretended nothing happened, and continued to talk to Miss Windsor about the situation he was about to face.
The group arrived at the eastern suburbs of the city very quickly, and before them, Beldylan's reporters, citizen representatives, local envoys, guard servants, and various people who participated in the welcoming ceremony had already arrived.
It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon that people finally saw the huge floating airship flying from the northern sky after a long wait. It took a lot of effort to land the airship, but when the official reception was about to start, it was almost five o'clock in the evening.
It takes a ladder to get down from the airship to the ground, and it takes a while for everyone to step on the ground. Therefore, the welcome ceremony was not held next to the airship, but a large auditorium that had been built for many years but never used.
Because this is the first time in three hundred years that the king of the Hampawa Kingdom has visited the Fidiktli Kingdom, Her Majesty the Queen has spent a lot of time preparing for the event. With fifteen steam salutes spewing cloud and mist paintballs into the sky one after another, the door of the auditorium was opened.
The red carpet stretches from the doorway to Her Majesty and behind her a huge welcome team composed of members of the royal family, nobles and officials, everyone dressed in the most solemn clothes. The guards standing upright by the red carpet raised their chests and gave a neat greeting, and then the long-awaited orchestra sang in unison.
The invited reporters had already set up their cameras with their assistants, and they waited with bated breath amidst the dull and distant sound of the trombone, when Salhi II outside the door and the Stuarts behind him appeared from around the corner , bang, bang, bang, the flashes of the flashlights almost became one piece.
The representatives of the citizens of Beldiran, who had already arrived here and waited for a long time, let out amazing cheers under the tense sight of the police outside the door. The ladies in the crowd waved handkerchiefs, and the gentlemen took off their hats to salute them.
Salhi II wore a gown studded with medals, a red cloak, and a cane with a bear's head in gold in his left hand. Without being supported by anyone, he strode onto the red carpet by himself, and nodded his thanks to the citizens who were stopped behind the cordon by the police. Behind him were Stuarts with different expressions in uniform gray cloaks, and behind him were other nobles and officials in the visiting group.
Similarly, the silver-haired Queen Isabella did not let anyone help her, and led the members of the royal family behind her and local nobles and nobles to meet her.
Behind the Queen, Jenkins looked at Salot Stuart behind Salhi II in surprise. His left arm was cut off in the Snow Festival accident, and Jenkins asserted that he lost his heirship. When I saw the prince in Ruen not long ago, his left arm was always empty, but at this time the left sleeve was actually not empty.
"A wooden prosthesis?"
He saw clearly the part outside the cuff, but looked at Salhi II suspiciously. Since he brought Salot, it meant that he believed that Salot was still eligible to inherit. In other words, the king didn't seem to mind that his heir lost an arm.