"Yeah, I think that's the stain.
Is it not? Lord Gerald, swear to God to be honest, tell me, do you think it is right to choose Jenkins as the successor? "
Of course it is correct, even those who support Queen Isabella do not deny that Jenkins, a descendant of Middleton, has almost no shortcomings except for lack of political experience and being too close to the church. Compared with other successors, he is the most suitable candidate.
"His Majesty has declared him his successor."
So the duke avoided the subject.
"In my opinion, he should be king immediately."
Miss Windsor said, Queen Isabella smiled and shook her head and looked at Jenkins:
"It's been such a big circle, and that's why you came to me?"
"Yes."
He took out the lady's pocket watch in the breast pocket of his jacket, opened it and glanced at the time:
"Sorry, you probably don't think I'm going to do anything out of the ordinary, but sometimes people have to make choices."
He knew he should leave, too much time wasted here, so he coughed:
"One last time, are you willing to give up the throne to me now?"
"of course not… "
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted, footsteps came from the door, and Miss J dressed in a hunting suit walked in:
"You'd better think about it."
Queen Isabella and Duke Gerald were shocked at once. They looked at the door, and then at Miss Windsor beside them.
"Both are true and complicated to explain, but both are the real Jessica Windsor."
Miss J walked up to Jenkins and put one hand on the catless shoulder:
"Sometimes people have to make choices, and as a king you should know that certain choices are far more important than the rest combined. I was queen too, yes, no doubt, I served as Fidetic Terry Queen, I know I'm not good enough."
"I've also been queen of this country and to be honest it's not very happy and I hate responsibilities that don't belong to me."
said Miss Windsor.
"Second time to ask, are you willing to give up the throne to me now?"
Jenkins asked again, this time Queen Isabella did not immediately object as before:
"Have you ever been queen?"
She looked at the two Windsors, because she had noticed the abnormality of "Jessica" a long time ago. Apart from her heart beating a little faster, she was not as surprised as the old duke beside her.
"Yes, in a world you don't know."
The voices of Miss Windsor and Miss J overlap, creating a fantastic sound effect.
"You always think about yourself, but you never think about Jessica's feelings."
Miss J stated the conclusion:
"you are selfish."
"No, I..."
"And you are quite unscrupulous, are you really what you think?"
Miss J posed the question in which Jessica was briefly lost:
"Think about yourself, go deep inside yourself. Are you really who you think you are?"
The old man took a deep breath:
"I'm not perfect, and I know that, but at least I'm not ashamed of you. Since you don't want to succeed, I'll let Jenkins succeed, but reserve two years for final preparations. Jessica , doesn't this mean that I treat you well?"
"Yes, I understand your feelings for me."
A third voice came, and Jessica came down from the second floor of the villa.
"This is the Jessica Windsor you know, that is, the Jessica Windsor who has never been a queen."
Jenkins introduced.
"Because I understand, I don't want you to do wrong."
Jessica stood on the stairs overlooking the crowd in the living room:
"I'll ask one last question before Jenkins' patience really runs out."
Seeing that things were a little out of control, Duke Gerald wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't move. He couldn't even open his mouth to shout, he could only watch the matter continue.
"My question is, why are you unwilling to let Jenkins take over now?"
"He pursues change, and I want to use two years to preserve my political legacy to the greatest extent."
Queen Isabella was also a little flustered, considering the possibility of Jenkins doing it, but when it happened, she was really nervous.
"So it's my turn, and my last question is—"
Miss J asked:
"What exactly do you mean by your political legacy? All current legal provisions?"
"No, I just want to let my life not become worthless after I die."
She asked resolutely, the face of the previous king appeared vaguely in front of her eyes, and she thought of the last conversation between the two sides. For the first time, I had some doubts in my heart, whether what I was doing at the moment was right. Just like Miss J's question just now, she began to doubt whether she was the kind of person she thought.
"So finally to me, my last question—"
Miss Windsor was the last one to ask, and Jenkins looked at her. No matter what happens next, he will use the priesthood of lies:
"If, Jenkins promises, even if he is king now, you can still have a hand in politics for the next two years, would you..."
"What's the meaning?"
"It means that Jenkins doesn't care what you want to do. He is confident that the changes he brings are the future of the world. So, you can do anything in two years, but you must give up the throne."
"Time is up."
Jenkins said he was running out of patience.
Turning her head to look at Queen Isabella, the two made eye contact, and the sudden sense of panic almost made her suffocate. She looked at the Jessicas around her like a drowning person, but no one tried to help her.
"I am… "
Jenkins said.
The appearance of the previous king appeared before his eyes again. All the conversations since this afternoon, the thoughts about his life, and the relationship between himself and Jessica, all flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
"I am the orthodox heir of Fidetictli..."
The panic reached its extreme at this moment, and the momentary mental tension made the thinking more active. What happened after that was recreated in the hallucinations over and over again in her mind, and the sense of panic made her really breathe.
"No, it can't be like this."
She thought, and Jenkins' sentence was almost complete:
"So, you're going to..."
"Jessica was right."
She suddenly told herself this, her eyes widened and she looked at Jenkins, and her mind was empty to prevent the extreme fear from making her tremble unseemly:
"I am definitely not afraid. My path will extend under my feet. The descendants of Middleton are in front of me. I have made a promise to the former king."