Jenkins, who hadn't slept almost all night, didn't even have breakfast at home after dawn, so he went to visit the Windsor family's house in the city.
Because it was very early, even the Duke of Windsor hadn't gone out yet. Before seeing Jessica again, Jenkins met the Duke of Windsor first.
The Duke, who can be regarded as the most powerful in the country, invited Jenkins to have breakfast with the family, but before that, the two talked about something in the study.
Jenkins stood by the window with his arms folded, looking out at the morning scene in the courtyard. Even though it is summer, the sky is still not completely bright at such an early time. Because the gas lamp in the study was too bright, half of his face was reflected on the glass.
The Duke of Windsor was sitting in front of the imposing brown desk. He also didn't look at Jenkins. He put his right hand on the table and tapped it regularly with his index finger, while his eyes looked at the wall facing the desk. The oil painting of portraits of people, that is the ancestor of the Windsor family.
The decoration style of the study here is completely different from that of Jenkins' house. There is a red carpet on the floor, the walls are yellowish and dark, and all the furniture is a uniform dark brown. There is no sense of home here, and the meaning of public places used for socializing is stronger.
"How about the weekend?"
The Grand Duke of Windsor has never participated in Jenkins' fight for the throne in any way, and has never expressed any opinion on his daughter helping Jenkins, as if he didn't know such a thing at all. But Jenkins will never think that he really knows nothing, so when the Duke of Windsor broke his silence and asked about things that should have been kept secret, Jenkins was not surprised.
He squinted at his own reflection on the glass:
"Very well prepared, Jessica is a very good girl."
"Jessica..."
The Duke of Windsor is a man in his fifties with a strong figure, but he has also shown his old age. Compared with Bishop Parode, who was older than him, the Duke of Windsor looked quite young, but his mental state was not at all comparable to that of Bishop Parode, who was also busy.
"My daughter is of course excellent."
He stopped tapping with his right index finger, but put his arms on the table, hugged them together, and looked up at the oil painting directly opposite, as if remembering something.
"So, how are you preparing?"
he asked.
"No problem, everything is ready."
Jenkins stared into his own eyes on the glass.
"Are there any problems with the army?"
"If there is a problem, Salhi II will help me."
He didn't hide it, and this sentence also revealed quite a lot of information. The Duke of Windsor nodded:
"So that's how it is. In this way, it is indeed foolproof. But that queen will not admit defeat so easily."
"I can't wait any longer. If things don't go well over the weekend...I'll make it go well. I can't let this kind of thing get you off your feet."
Chocolate saw Jenkins's face was not good-looking, as if he was making some kind of determination. It gave a soft cry and rubbed its furry side against Jenkins' face.
The Duke of Windsor didn't care about the interaction between Jenkins and his cat. He slowly reached out and opened the top drawer on the right hand side, and then dropped a document bag on the table with a snap:
"This might work for you."
Jenkins turned around and looked at the document bag, but instead of going over to take it immediately, he walked to the sofa set in front of the desk and sat down at the position facing the Duke of Windsor:
"You don't have to worry, there is no possibility of failure in this matter."
"Young people are confident and that's a good thing."
The Duke of Windsor shifted his gaze from the painting to Jenkins' face:
"So what's going on with you and Jessica?"
Jenkins knew that was the main topic of today's conversation.
"Just as you know."
When he said this, the Grand Duke of Windsor did not speak, but looked at him to confirm that he would not speak again, and then he raised his hand and patted the table slowly but heavily:
"I gave her all the education, but I forgot to teach her that those handsome men are the stumbling blocks for women to advance."
"I have no intention of annexing the Windsor family."
"There are some things that are different between the present and the future, you and her."
The Duke of Windsor said, keeping his slap on the table, shrinking his head slightly and then suddenly stretched forward, looking at Jenkins with bulging eyes:
"Williamt, if you want to sit in that position, you can sit there. You are the heir of the Middleton family. I will not object to you, but don't make any decisions that you shouldn't."
Jenkins stood up, patted the clothes to straighten the folds, and put the cat standing on the sofa on his shoulders.
The position of the sofa was lower than the chairs behind the main table, so after sitting down he had to look up to see the Duke of Windsor. But now he stood up, so the Duke of Windsor raised his head:
"The Windsor family, I still don't like it."
"That's good."
The tone of the Duke of Windsor changed in vain, and the expression on his face also seemed to change suddenly, returning to gentleness:
"So when are you going to marry Jessica?"
"Next summer."
This was what his mother, Mary Williams, had forced him to agree to last night.
"Summer? That's good, there's enough time to prepare, and it's not too long."
The Duke of Windsor nodded, he also stood up, and walked to the door of the study:
"It's time, let's have breakfast."
But after putting his hand on the doorknob, he didn't twist it immediately, but turned his back to Jenkins and looked at the door in front of him, and asked again in a low voice:
"You're not using Jessica, are you?"
"The gods will bless our marriage."
Jessica was also very surprised that Jenkins appeared at her home so early, and Jessica, who got up and came to the restaurant under the service of her servants. What was even more surprising was that Jenkins was talking and laughing with her father. The two seemed to be very harmonious, and during the conversation, the Duke of Windsor also revealed that he knew about Jessica's self-assessed marriage contract.
After breakfast, Jenkins asked Jessica to talk about things. She thought it was the topic of forcing Queen Isabella to abdicate at the weekend, so instead of doing it at home, she took Jenkins to her comfortable club nearby.
"I need something right now."
After the maid who brought the tea closed the door tightly, Jenkins said straight to the point.
"One thing is very important to you, and I want you to give it to me right now."
Jessica sat on the soft sofa, looked back nervously at the big window behind her—she didn't know why she led Jenkins into such a room, and then patted herself on the head:
"Jenkins didn't think of doing this. I must have misunderstood."
"What?"
Jenkins asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, so what do you need?"
"Dark Soul."
The king's soul can be transferred through allegiance, which has been verified by Sigrid. Yesterday's trip to a strange place made Jessica's dark soul fully grown, so Jenkins didn't wait any longer and wanted to get it today.
Of course Jessica would not object, but when the two performed the so-called allegiance ceremony, nothing happened just like they did with Dolores back then.
Jenkins flung himself back into the chair, leaning against the soft back, and wondered why this time, again, he hadn't thought about it. Jessica sat across from him, but it wasn't the kind of back chair Jenkins was sitting in, but a white solid wood hollow-carved chair.
"Oh, Jenkins, wait a minute, someone wants to talk to you."
She bent down to take the teacup, but suddenly straightened up and said. Then the head was thrown back, as if momentarily unconscious, but before the back was completely leaned back on the chair, the head was thrown forward and returned to normal.
Windsor looked at Jenkins with scrutiny in his eyes.
"who are you?"
Jenkins asked, touching the cat obediently lying on his lap.
"According to her understanding and yours, I am the first Jessica Windsor you have seen. Of course, for the convenience of distinguishing in the future, we have discussed it. You can call her Jessica."
She points to her heart, meaning Jessica herself.
"Call me Miss J."
She points to her own head, which means the soul that is talking to Jenkins.
"The last one, please call her Miss Windsor."
"I see, if this is your wish... Then why didn't Miss Windsor explain to me about the Dark Soul? I think she is the most suitable once as a demigod."
Although the current Miss J has also become a queen, she is just an ordinary person.
"You don't like seeing me?"
"Of course not, why do you think so?"
Jenkins answered easily.
"Well, we have agreed to appear in turn, so that no one will feel resentful because they have been unable to contact the world for a long time... Speaking of it, the so-called real world looks the same as my world."
"Speaking of which, I haven't pursued the matter of you following Jessica without permission. Well, well, I won't pursue it, don't look at me like this. I'm just joking. As for the reality of the world, it's actually relative. In other words, you think the truth is the truth, this world is very interesting, sometimes, thoughts can really affect matter... Let’s not talk about this matter for now, you want to explain to me about Wang Hun? What did Miss Windsor say?"
He turned the topic to an appropriate direction. Although he had known Miss J in front of him for less than an hour, the way they talked was like old friends. She was influenced by Jessica's spirit, and Jenkins just because the other party and Jessica are too similar.
"Yes, none of the three of us have experienced the transfer of the king's soul, but Windsor has a guess about it."
PS: It seems that this month is still not over... I guessed wrong.