This old house, which had not been remodeled by Jenkins, had the most ancient gas lights in the bathroom. Although the lampshade was scrubbed clean by the maid, the light was still dim.
The two identical Miss Windsor hugged each other, and they were having a heart-to-heart conversation.
"Heartache is a good sign that you are real."
Windsor said.
"But sometimes it hurts really badly."
"If you don't have a hidden heart disease, it means you need to find someone to pet it for you."
Miss Windsor let go of Windsor suddenly, because of this little joke, she looked at the other party angrily. But Windsor was not angry, she looked at Miss Windsor with a smile, as if she were looking at a child of an innocent relative. The shadow of the other party is reflected in the eyes, what you see is yourself, and it will never be your own self:
"Don't do anything wrong again."
Her body is becoming unreal, she is disappearing.
"you are leaving?"
Miss Windsor panicked and wanted to hug her again, but her hands passed directly through the phantom of her body.
"Little fool, I will always be by your side, as long as you still need me."
"Can you show up anytime?"
"Think about it, you can see me whenever you want. Oh, but remember, next time, don't vent your anger on the mirror."
She disappeared completely, and Miss Windsor looked at her hand in a daze. She wasn't sure if what happened just now was just a sign of mental illness. She had heard Jenkins talk about "schizophrenia" and other things.
Thinking of this man, he also remembered the communication with himself just now.
"I will always be me."
She folded her hands in front of her chest, and after calling out her ability light spot, she smiled softly at the mirror:
"Maybe, I'm really the happiest one."
"Little fool."
Miss Windsor in the mirror said softly.
Regarding Miss Windsor's going to the bathroom, Jenkins certainly does not believe that she is going to touch up her makeup, or even that she is going to the bathroom for any other function of the bathroom.
He knew that Miss Windsor needed to calm down, so he didn't bother her, but sat on the sofa and exchanged the current information with Miss Magic, and thus knew that in the eyes of Miss Magic, the queen of this world, Windsor, was most likely not a level eight He is not a demigod, but has already reached the ninth level, which can be called the limit of mortals.
"No, it's indeed level eight."
Jenkins told her with certainty.
Of course he was a little worried about Miss Windsor, but because he was confident that he could ensure Miss Windsor's safety no matter what happened, he could sit safely in the living room.
Of course, he also exchanged views with Miss Magic on this matter. Miss Magic made Jenkins not to worry at all:
"My employer is a very strong woman who won't be easily defeated by herself."
Queen Windsor just smiled and listened to the conversation between the two, and did not express any opinion on it.
Miss Windsor returned from the bathroom in no time, and Jenkins, pinching his pocket watch, knew that she had been gone for less than ten minutes. During this period, they heard abnormal noises from the bathroom. After all, Miss Windsor said a few words too loudly, but when she came back, the three of them pretended not to hear anything.
Miss Windsor did not continue to sit next to Miss Magic, but directly sat on the left side of Jenkins, and on the right side of Mr. Writer was Queen Windsor. Her choice of this position probably shows her attitude at this time, which is also the attitude that Jenkins is most worried about.
There's nothing wrong with the ladies' assessment, he's pretty bad at dealing with that kind of stuff. He is not weak, after all, in the corridor a few days ago, he expressed his attitude quite clearly, but was blocked by Miss Windsor with the metaphor of "stars in the sky".
This strange situation catalyzed her emotions again, and Jenkins had already expected what would happen.
"Jenkins, you must agree to her terms, we need her."
Miss Windsor said to Jenkins, without giving Jenkins a chance to interrupt:
"I thought about it carefully just now. After you inherit the throne, you don't have any experience in governing at all. Most of the things still have to be handled by me, but I am too young. It is even more impossible for us to let Stuart of the North Kingdom The princess of the special family can help, so we need Her Majesty the Queen to help you deal with state affairs."
Her tone of voice returned to normal. Once she understood her thoughts and was not troubled by those messy thoughts, Miss Windsor was still that capable and decisive lady:
"Otherwise, do you want her to assist in handling the country's affairs after forcing His Majesty to abdicate this weekend?"
"Yes, you need me, you need me very much."
Queen Windsor said, looking at Jenkins with Miss Windsor:
"And what's your opinion, sir?"
"We need you, that's clear."
Jenkins nodded:
"But… "
"There's nothing but, as I've said before. Be realistic, Jenkins, if I don't have a clear relationship with you, why do you trust me with most of the business in this country?"
"Because I trust you."
"Then why should I help you?"
Miss Windsor asked very forcefully, and then Miss Magic was very satisfied to see the unnatural surprise on the face of Mister Candle Jenkins Williams.
"this… "
"Helping you, I can gain power, but do you think I'm the kind of woman who wants power?"
"of course not."
"Then give me a reason to help you."
"...to build a better Fidetictli Kingdom together."
Now everyone except Jenkins laughed, but Miss Windsor seemed to be laughed out of anger. Jenkins doesn't quite understand what happened in the bathroom to make her like this all of a sudden. Although it is indeed more attractive, Jenkins is a little uncomfortable with this kind of pressing step by step.
"Let's get straight to it, Jenkins Redandput Williamette."
Calling out her full name means it's a very formal conversation, otherwise it means she's really, really mad:
"I am here to help you fight for the throne, and I and I and I are here to help you manage the country, but I need a proper identity. This is not just a problem between you and me, but also a problem with the country. If there is no reasonable identity , how do you want me to explain my actions? How will others see me? His Majesty's close but never crossing female friend, who holds most of the power for him? Oh, Jenkins, I am a lady of high birth, I can't let people say that about me."