"So, you promise now that you will..."
Jenkins spoke clearly, and the panic that gradually reached its peak almost made Queen Isabella speechless.
The insistence on the throne and the extension of one's own path are related to one's own ideas, but also related to the stubbornness of power. Ideas can be refuted, but stubbornness can only be defeated by fear. She looked at the three Windsors beside her, and at Jenkins with an indifferent expression in front of her. That stubborn persistence was finally shaken by the fear she didn't admit:
"Oh, enough, really enough!"
She spoke suddenly, interrupting Jenkins.
Keep eye on Jenkins:
"If I let you take over now, can you promise that within two years..."
"If you are willing to let me succeed now, two years from today, you will be the same as now except that you have lost the title of king, but you have to let Jessica study by your side. To be honest, I am not worried at all You will do anything in two years. In my opinion, the wheel of history will choose the way. What you insist on, if right, will naturally be preserved. If it is wrong, even if Jessica succeeds, those dross will also be wiped out."
"Are you confident in yourself?"
"No, I'm confident in what I remember. So now..."
"I will let Jessica learn everything, and I am willing to let you touch all the work of becoming a king by my side, but you must swear..."
"I swear to the sage, within two years, I only want the title and treatment of the king. You can also continue to live in Cold Spring Palace, as long as you arrange a suitable room for our family."
It would be great to have someone who is willing to run the country for him after he succeeds, and it doesn't cost a pound. In particular, the other party's management of this country is actually quite good. Jenkins doesn't care what her path actually is, or how she sticks to it.
As he said, he firmly believes that the wheel of history will crush everything and make its own choices.
"Your family is responsible for taking care of me in my old age and handling my funeral affairs."
"Even if you didn't say it, Jessica, I mean Jessica on the stairs would do it. That's a silly girl, you don't believe me, don't you believe her mother?"
"I am not being coerced into abdicating..."
"Yes, of course you were not coerced by me. You made your own choice with a deep understanding of righteousness. Moreover, you still have all the power in the next two years. Is it necessary to worry that I will publicize this matter?"
"One last thing, if I were to marry my lover, would you object in the name of the king?"
Jenkins never expected such a request, he paused:
"Of course I won't object, but after two years, after the transfer of power, and not too many people know, otherwise it will be an international scandal... Can we know who it is?"
Queen Isabella glanced at Duke Gerald, the royal housekeeper in his youth, his political helper in his middle age, his strongest supporter in his old age, and the man who spent the longest time in his life.
Although Duke Gerald was unable to speak, his face was already flushed.
Became a widow at a young age, how could she spend her life with abstinence and asceticism? The freedom of marriage that she just said to Jessica is not her regret in her life. Once I accept my abdication in my heart, I can really think about things that I couldn't imagine before.
Queen Isabella was inexplicably relieved:
"I will compensate the heirs who were killed by my contact with the tree house, try my best to make up for their families, and sincerely repent. So, after this, you are not allowed to mention this matter again."
"... ten years after your death, I will make this matter public."
"Twenty years after my death, I know you will live until then."
"Okay, twenty years. You have to repent sincerely, not superficially."
"Finally, I'm not afraid of you right now..."
"Of course I know that. You are quite brave."
Jenkins stood up, and Queen Isabella was still sitting. Instead of looking at Jenkins, she lowered her head and took off the ring in her hand and handed it to him:
"Now, well, end this damn thing, you're the king."
Jessica originally arranged a press conference at 5 pm. When Jenkins appeared with the golden ring that symbolized the king, Queen Isabella announced the news of the transfer of the throne calmly. , Enough to be remembered for many years.
Even though Queen Isabella and Jenkins have emphasized many times, now only the title of king has been transferred, and the handover of power will take at least two years. But Isabella announced Jenkins as the heir at noon, and changed her mind in the afternoon to abdicate, but it was true.
People wondered why the queen changed her mind, but because Jenkins and she had reached an agreement, both said that it was a conclusion reached after careful consideration, and it was not a sudden change of mind in the afternoon.
In any case, on this afternoon, the title of "Viscount Williamette" officially became a thing of the past, and Jenkins became "His Majesty Williamette". Unless he can make great achievements in the future, or insists on changing his name, this title will accompany him for a long time.
The press conference only announced this matter, but it still went from five o'clock to six o'clock. After that, Jenkins also failed to go home for dinner as agreed, and Fidetictli officially held a grand dinner. As the new king, even if he was just a mascot king for the time being, Jenkins had to attend.
He was the star of the dinner, congratulated by people from every corner of the material world, and Jenkins heard more foreign languages and dialects of the country that night than he had heard in a year.
But he had to stand there because that's what being a king has to do. Fortunately, he doesn't have to take over the power yet, and he doesn't have that kind of burden on him, otherwise it will definitely not be so simple tonight, just listening to the greetings is enough.
During the entire banquet, he had no contact with any personnel from the church. The church also tacitly did not come to Jenkins, but sent a representative to simply congratulate him.
On the other hand, Jenkins usually attends banquets, and the strange girl who likes to hand him all kinds of weird handkerchiefs or envelopes did not appear this time. It was only after Jenkins boarded the carriage home at nine o'clock in the evening that Jessica had arranged to stop any young girls who tried to approach Jenkins.
"You can't let them waste your time today, and I won't do it next time."
Jessica explained this, and Jenkins shook his head wearily. He never liked this kind of occasion, let alone being the protagonist.
"I saw your father just now."
He said to Hathaway and Britney that besides him, there were these three girls in the carriage. Julia temporarily went back with Dolores and Alexia. It was said that Dolores had something to tell her.
"They were very happy, but they also urged me to hurry up and get married, as if I would lose my previous vows if I became king."
He shared this incident in a funny tone.
"Speaking of which, we haven't congratulated you yet."
Britney covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled, glanced at Hathaway who was also smiling, and the two said one after the other:
"Your Majesty, congratulations..."
"Okay ok, stop kidding. Oh, really..."
He scratched his hair fiercely:
"Becoming a king is really more trouble than I imagined."
"That's because you spend most of your day wandering around town."
Jessica said.
"I'm not wandering around, I'm wandering with a purpose. I can see it now. Miss J and Miss Windsor are right. This is indeed a burden, a great burden."
He looked up at Jessica:
"From now on, I will entrust the three of you to prepare for the handover of power by Queen Isabella's side, as well as manage the country, the parliament, and appease the nobles..."
He can also see the power after becoming a king, but he doesn't care about power at all, so the throne is really a burden in his eyes. Power may be sweet, but everyone's definition of "sweet" is different, at least Jenkins doesn't care about this taste.
"No problem, then leave it to us. As long as you don't think that, we actually empty you."
"Empty? Oh, okay, please empty me, if you wish."
Jenkins picked up his cat and put it on his face. Chocolate was careful not to touch Jenkins' skin with his paws to prevent scratching him. It pressed its belly against Jenkins' face in embarrassment, looking like it wanted to get down.
"Then Your Majesty..."
"Hathaway, if you call me that again, I'm really going to get angry."
"Okay then, Jenkins, put your royal cat down for now, where do we go next?"
"We're going to church now, Alexia, Dolores, and Julia, you'll join us soon, if you're bored you can..."
"No, we'll just go to church with you."
Hathaway shook her head:
"Is it because of the king soul you mentioned? Are you in such a hurry?"
"Yes, the throne doesn't matter, but the soul of the king. I don't want to wait all night. I haven't forgotten what I want to do?"
He hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be normal and grabbed Jessica's left chest. The latter blushed, but he didn't knock off Jenkins' hand:
"I need this."
Britney was still smiling ambiguously, staring at Jenkins' hand, as if comparing its size. Hathaway was not angry either, she was also looking at Jessica with strange eyes, from bottom to top, and then nodded:
"it's actually very good."
Jenkins had no idea what she was evaluating.