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Before telling the story, the man specifically asked Margaret a question: "What kind of person do you think I am when you first met me?"

Margaret said: "A person who is different from what I imagined."

The man patted his thigh: "An omnipotent answer."

Margaret: "That's the truth."

The image of a man is indeed much different from what she thought. After all, the people who come out from there can rarely maintain the dignity of a nobleman.

The man drew on his pipe and told his story:

"I have a daughter who is older than you." He stood up and compared her height while talking, "She is about this tall."

Margaret checked it visually, and it was a head taller than her.

"But she was only this big when she was born." He clasped his arms around his chest, his voice full of exclamation, "When my wife handed her over to me, I didn't dare to hug her, for fear that someone would be careless. hurt her."

"She is like a ball of freshly baked white bread. She is soft and amazing. She was born wrinkled. My wife thinks she is not like me, but I think she is an angel sent to me. I dare not hug her. She, but I have to hug her, do you know why?"

Margaret shook her head.

"Because my wife is going to die." He thought of the past, with a sad expression on his face, "My wife died in childbirth, and she left me the crystallization of our love before she left."

"At that time, it happened that the neighboring country suddenly sent troops to attack the border, and my territory was on that front. Its name was La Bellier."

Margaret looked dignified. The La Belleil defense line has resisted the attacks of other countries for Olivia for more than 20 years. The battle of great general Alfred's fame was the La Belleil war 20 years ago. Since then, he and his territory have established the famous La Bellier line of defense.

This line of defense is the wall of hope for Olivia, but it is the gully of despair for those who want to invade Olivia's country.

"How old was I at that time? Eighteen or nineteen? Or over 20? I can't remember exactly, but I remember that I was a lawless second-generation ancestor at that time. I didn't want to inherit the title of the family, I didn't want to manage the territory, I just thought about myself life."

"But you know, plans can never keep up with changes. The night my angel was born, La Belleil was captured, Easton soldiers broke into the castle, and in order to protect my wife and daughter, I first picked up the The sword, the first time to kill a person."

"When my wife was dying, she handed Minian to me and said, 'Take her away'. I carried Minian all the way out of the castle, and Minian cried except when she first landed, and she never cried Don’t worry, she seems to know what kind of pain and suffering her father is going through. I took Minian away, but I couldn’t take her away, I can only watch the castle and her being swallowed by flames.”

The man sat down again, looked at Margaret and said, "I've become a homeless man." There were traces of time in his brown eyes.

"My subjects cried to me, begging me to save them, but I couldn't even save myself. Later, His Highness the Crown Prince Ulysses rescued me and took me back to the imperial capital. With his help, I inherited the Father's title."

Crown Prince Ulysses Mansfield, Margaret had heard of this name before, he was the crown prince of Olivia before Clichy, it is said that the old king had passed on the throne to him, but the other party was so young. It just so happened that the other royal heirs died strangely one after another, so the choice of crown prince fell to Chrissy.

He took another puff from his pipe and slowly exhaled the smoke, "Afterwards, I entered the Royal Knights. Three years later, I borrowed an army from His Highness Ulysses, took back La Belleil, and returned Fortunately, His Majesty was keen on war at that time, and the army borrowed smoothly."

"After I took back La Belleil, they were afraid that I would rebel, so they left Minian in the palace, and let her be the personal maid of Her Royal Highness Princess Isabel when she was three years old."

Isabel, Margaret opened her eyes slightly, her mother.

The man paused, and continued: "Forgive me, Your Highness Isabel is a very good person. When I was fighting, she never treated Minian as a maid. On the contrary, she has been taking care of Minian. I am very grateful to her .”

Marguerite expressed her understanding that her mother and Chrissy were illegitimate children at the time and could not be put on the royal table, and it was a humiliation to her and her father to let a three-year-old child serve as a maid for an illegitimate child.

"His Royal Highness Ulysses is a kind person. Under his operation, I swore to be loyal to the royal family forever, so I took Minian back to my side. At that time, I swore the oath very simply, because I felt that allegiance to Ulysses It is my honor to have such a wise monarch as Your Highness, but unfortunately..."

The fame of Ulysses spread throughout Olivia. She remembered that when she was a child, when she heard about his death, her mother specially bought a lot of sacrifices and sent them to the river to worship. There were many people on the river, She hid behind her father and saw someone secretly wiping tears.

When she was young, she didn't know how many people hoped for such a benevolent monarch in the future in that era of war and turmoil, but she could feel everyone's sadness and hopelessness with no end in sight.

The man said sadly: "This is my story, isn't it quite interesting?"

Margaret didn't shake her head or nod. Although the other party told his story in a relaxed tone, the story itself was not beautiful.

But it's admirable.

She didn't know what the other party had experienced in the three years in the imperial capital. She could turn an ignorant son into an invincible general on the battlefield in an instant. Knowing his pain when he knew Minian's situation alone in the palace.

God was torturing him, and he caught everything.

The man sensed Margaret's mood and patted her head comfortingly.

Marguerite covered her head and looked at him in disbelief. Since her parents passed away, no one touched her head, not even Chrissy!Although she saw that the other party didn't say it clearly, but she knew her identity clearly, how could she dare to touch the Queen's head? This is a serious crime!

The man laughed, and raised his hands innocently: "I'm sorry, sorry, I'm used to touching Minian, and I couldn't hold it back for a while, please don't expose your identity, I really don't know who you are! Minian is still waiting for me at home , I can’t go to jail!”

After joking, he said again: "You may wish to guess what I wanted to do before I led the army to fight. If you can guess, I will tell you a secret that has inspired me for more than [-] years."

Margaret said a few times, and the other party shook her head. She finally said that she couldn't guess.

"I wanted to be a detective or a novelist," he said.

Margaret didn't guess in this regard, but she looked at the other party's clothing, it was very gentle, and it really looked like a detective's attire.

"But you didn't guess that I would tell you that secret too."

"Actually, it was my best friend, Your Highness Ulysses, who woke me up."

"He said: 'No matter what position a person is in, what matters is never who the person who sits in that seat is, but what the person who sits in it should do.'"

"When you are a tailor, you have to cut clothes. When you are a father, you have to be responsible for your family. When you are a lord, you have to be responsible for every grain of soil, every leaf, every Everyone has responsibilities that belong to you.”

"When I hugged Minian, when my people asked me for help, and when I lost everything, I understood my responsibility."

Margaret couldn't recover for a long time, she flusteredly avoided the other's eyes, she knew he was trying to enlighten her, but her mind was still confused, she said: "But this is not my seat, it should belong to someone else ,I……"

She felt sour in her heart, feeling an indescribable grievance. She knew the responsibility of being a king, and she was working hard, but Chrissy was not prepared to trust her at first. neither.

She was terrified.

The man comforted her: "You have done well, Your Majesty. I have heard about you in La Belleil, and in this case you have done well, you have defended your power, your dignity as the king of a country .Do you know why His Highness Chrissy could have directly forced me to go out, but still asked you to sign?"

Margaret's eyes were red: "?"

He said: "Because I insist that only the empress' orders and orders can mobilize me. This has nothing to do with other things, just because this is the exclusive power of the empress."

"Power is your spear, the law is your shield, no one can shake your position, the king is the faith of a country, your Majesty, don't lock yourself up, your people are waiting for you, they are waiting for theirs Empress Marguerite, not Prince de Clichy."

"No matter who is the king, whether it is you or Chrissy, you should not question yourself. Since you are already in this position, you should think about what to do as the king. You did nothing wrong. Your Highness Rishi, he overstepped."

"You should make yourself strong, no matter what means you use. Strong enough to bear the responsibility of the king, so strong that the nobles and ministers dare not disobey your orders, so strong that even His Highness Chrissy cannot dictate the imperial power. Your Majesty, you really Have you made up your mind?"

Margaret's throat choked: "I..."

"(Are you willing to take on the burden and make sacrifices for Olivia's future?)"

This was the oath that the old pope asked her at Middleton Abbey on the day of her coronation.

Margaret's lips parted slightly: "I..."

She looked into the man's eyes full of encouragement and trust, as if she had traveled through time and space and returned to the coronation ceremony. The old pope stood in front of him holding a heavy scripture in trembling hands and asked her. She looked directly into his cloudy eyes and acted firmly and piously. promise.

"I will."

I would.

"Good." The man said softly.

After saying it, Margaret felt that something had changed. Maybe she didn't know what it was before, but she understood it now.

She has been hesitating, worried that she is a thief who stole treasure that did not belong to her, but now someone tells her that she is not wrong and that she is doing the right thing, which finally makes her completely relieved.

Margaret said hoarsely, "Thank you, General."

General Alfred patted her on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Your Majesty, you don't know how happy I was when I heard that Olivia's king is you instead of His Royal Highness Chrissy."

Marguerite was puzzled: "Is there any conflict between you and Uncle Chrissy?"

Minian was taken care of by her mother before, and it stands to reason that Chrissy should have been with them at the time, why did General Alfred have such a bad relationship with him.

Alfred shook his head: "Your Majesty, there are some things I can't tell you without evidence. I recognize His Highness Chrissy's political talents, but this does not mean that I am willing to believe in his character and morality."

Margaret nodded half-understood. In fact, she had a little guess in her heart, but she dared not say it, because the matter involved was too big for her to make a decision even as the empress.

Alfred got up and saluted Margaret: "Your Majesty, you can learn from His Highness Clichy's talents, but please don't trust him completely. As a king, no matter who you are, you can't fully surrender your trust. Even if it's me talking to you right now."

Margaret thought for a while and didn't answer this, but said: "General, I remember that you haven't come to me to report on the war since you came back."

Alfred's bent body froze.

Margaret blinked: "And you touched my head just now."

Alfred straightened up quickly, patted his head, looked at the sky and said, "Oh, it's been so long since I've been out, Minian should be worried, Your Majesty, please allow me to leave first."

Before Margaret could reply, Alfred ran away with oil on his feet.

Margaret smiled, and she looked to the sky.

The rain stopped.

[Dear Ms. Caroline:

My sincere regards to you.

Today I met General Alfred, he is a very eloquent person, he enlightened me a lot, I finally know what I want, I think now I can answer your question more clearly── I will not regret it.Be it the past, the present, or the future.

The general reminds me of my father, they are both humorous people, if he was alive maybe he would have a good chat with the general.

These are the three letters No.30 written to you, I don’t know when they will be sent out...and...

Ma'am, I miss you so much. 】

As Margaret was writing, her nose suddenly felt sore. The tears she had been holding back for days were dripping down on the letter like broken pearls, blurring the ink marks. She wiped the tears with her silk sleeve , there were a lot of papers scattered around her, with traces of writing on them, all of which were letters she wrote to Samantha, but they haven't been sent yet.

The galaxy is shining outside the window, and tomorrow will be sunny.