[Comprehensive] The whole world has its own bgm, except me!

Side Story * In the Middle Ages Jane King of England

Outside the window, the cold wind is bleak, and everything is withered.

A few days ago, there was a heavy snowfall, and the snowflakes pressed everything tightly. Only when I stepped on it, I fell into a few big pits, and I would step on the air if I was not careful.

The winter snow is of course beneficial to the next year's harvest, but it has fallen too much, and the houses in many villages have been crushed, causing several villagers to be injured.Fortunately, the King of England was sympathetic to the people, and quickly sent soldiers to help clear the roads, rebuild the houses, and settle the wounded people.

In just a few days, the damage was kept to a minimum, and Jian Jia won a lot of praise and gratitude for this.

To this day, the young King of England is still immersed in government affairs, very busy.

The snow outside the window has almost melted, exposing the black bricks, and soldiers and maids appear from time to time.Soon, another maid came in and quietly replaced her with hot water.

In this kind of weather, it is more comfortable to drink some goat milk. Unfortunately, our great King of England has a special physique. Whenever he drinks milk, his stomach hurts, and if it is severe, he has diarrhea. The thing with added milk was brought to Jian Jia.

—although she wouldn't reprimand them for such a thing.

Jian Jia rubbed her temples with a headache and put down the quill.

"Your Majesty," the maid next to me dutifully reminded, "You still need to confirm the time of the new Pope's inauguration ceremony."

"what."

How could she forget about this.

Jian Jia patted her forehead, stood up and said, "We're going right now. By the way, there are knights—"

"The time should have come."

"Just right."

The maid put a lambswool shawl on her, and Jian Jia put her hands together, trying to keep herself as warm as possible.She walked quickly through the corridor and finally reached the conference room.

The cold was isolated outside the door, Jian Jia breathed a sigh of relief, someone took off the shawl for her, and the heavy part on her body finally disappeared.

"If you know what it means to be punctual, maybe you can earn more of the good name."

A familiar cold voice sounded, as unfriendly as ever.Jian Jia heard the reputation and saw that the round table in the meeting room was huge, occupying almost two-thirds of the room. The knights sitting around the round table had different appearances, but they were all energetic and sharp-eyed. At first glance, they were by no means ordinary people. .Especially the knight closest to Jian Jia, who was tall and thin, with one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, and the mockery in his cold gray eyes remained undiminished.

Jian Jia really had no choice but to take this knight.

His abilities are definitely top-notch among the twelve, but he is a bit cold-hearted.

"Sherlock, I know I was wrong." She softened her voice.

Others are not surprised by this scene.

After a brief greeting, Jian Jia began to discuss with them about the upcoming war.Jian Jia has never been good at war, but fortunately there are loyal knights to advise her.

After the meeting was over, the maid walked in quickly and whispered in Jian Jia's ear, "The new pope is here, waiting for you in the study."

"Okay, tell him to wait a while, I'll be there right away."

There is no rest in this day.

Jian Jia sighed, "I want to watch a drama."

Sherlock passed by and walked to him, and said flatly, "There is Aeschylus' play tonight, and the candidates are pretty good."

Jian Jia's eyes lit up: "Leave me a ticket."

The other knights expressed no interest in the dull drama.

More than half of the twelve knights were born in families with golden spoons. Their ancestors were prominent, so they naturally received high-quality education. However, there are still a few who are interested in literature, art, geography, and medicine like Sherlock. To put it bluntly, It was also the cultivation of his elder brother who held great power.

Jian Jia said goodbye to them, and hurried to the study, before entering the door, a white figure attracted her attention.He was wearing a slender white robe with gold embroidered edges, spotless, but it made the unmelted snow at his feet dirty.

Hearing Jian Jia's footsteps, he turned his head, which surprised Jian Jia.

The short golden-brown hair is more beautiful than the autumn wheat waves, a pair of blue eyes are gentle and gentle, and there is no intention of attack, even the curvature of the corners of the lips is equally elegant and charming.

"David Howler, my name."

"I know you."

It was just the first time I saw her, and Jian Jia was a little surprised at how young she was.

The new pope in front of him made Jian Jia still a little unpredictable. He just looked at Jian Jia like that, seemingly honest, but the King of England's always keen intuition told her that David in front of him must have other plans.

But what she never expected was that the other party's plan was her.

"Let's talk in the study, it's cold outside."

"it is good."

They entered the study one after the other.

The struggle between imperial power and theocracy began in the last century.Jian Jia has been restrained by the old pope since she came to power, which made her restrained in everything she did. If it weren't for her mage to take action, the other party would have secretly manipulated everything.

Therefore, the new pope in front of him——

"Another jumping clown?"

The cold sarcasm interrupted the conversation between the two, Jian Jia looked up in astonishment, and someone walked in at the door.He was dressed in a black robe, his skin was pale, his steps were calm, and there was undisguised contempt on his handsome face.

"Voldemort?"

The prospective pope was not annoyed at all, he pursed his lips and smiled with a gentle expression.

Without giving David half a look, he walked up to Jian Jia and held her hand.Sure enough, it was terribly cold, like holding a piece of ice.

"Are you going to become a statue of ice? My dear King of England."

The mage muttered something in a low voice, and Jian Jia's body began to feel warm.David's eyes stared straight at the two hands clasped, and a layer of haze floated in his eyes.

Jian Jia said with some embarrassment: "My physique is not good, and I am more afraid of the cold. I made you laugh."

"Please don't look outside, I also want to share a share for you. I have mild medicine that can adjust the body, and I will send someone to deliver it when I go back today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he received Voldemort's cold eyes.

--have a finger in the pie.

——Is this unbearable?

Jian Jia didn't see the eye contact between the two.

"Let's discuss the time and specific procedure of the ceremony." The new pope was willing to delegate such an important matter to her, and Jian Jia couldn't ignore it.

No matter what David's thoughts are, if this incident spreads, the rumors of dissatisfaction caused by the mage's persecution of the Pope will be suppressed.

For them, it's all good.

For the next afternoon, Jian Jia was discussing with the two of them. Fortunately, although the process was complicated, she didn't need to worry too much, so it would be good to be there then.

That night, Jian Jia secretly changed into her costume and went to watch a drama with Sherlock. During the scene change, she discussed in a low voice with her knight whether the drama allowance should be increased.

The good times didn't last long, Jian Jia returned to the palace with a dull pain in her lower abdomen, it really was a special day.

I was caught cold outside today, and it got colder when I watched the drama at night, but after a while, Jian Jia was so painful that her head was covered with cold sweat, and she curled up in a ball under the blanket.

"pain……"

Her face was pale, her expression was painful, her lower abdomen was like a piece of ice that could not be melted, she kept falling down without saying anything cold.

Someone outside said a few words, and the maids were silent, but after a while, someone came to the bed and sat down.

Ordinary people would be scared to death when they saw it, and it would be a scandal if it spread.But the maids and guards in the palace didn't seem to see anything. Not only did they dare not speak, they didn't even dare to raise their heads, as if they were facing a ferocious flood beast.

The palace was terribly quiet for a while.

"Serling informed me."

"This guy……"

"You still have things to deal with tomorrow, go to bed early."

She hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her hand as usual. Her hand was cold and her fingers were soft, but unlike her pampered hand, her fingertips were covered with calluses.Although Voldemort's hands were cold, under the effect of magic, soon, both of their bodies became warmer.

Sleepiness hit, Jian Jia's head nodded, like a chicken eating rice.

"Sleep." He lowered his voice.

"Um……"

Jian Jia yawned and gradually fell asleep.The cat next to him was lying on the goose down cushion, licking his fur lazily, as if he was used to it.

Voldemort next to her held her hand, knowing that it was only a spell that could solve the problem, but he still had to do it himself, making Jane Jia mistakenly believe that she couldn't get warm without physical contact.

Just the thought of the new pope—

His lips curled up coldly.

A few miles away, the new Pope David, who had just finished his bath, stood by the window, looking at the towering spire not far away, and raised the corners of his lips.

A portrait hangs on the white wall beside him.

……

"Meow~"

The meowing sound woke Jian Jia up.

Her brain went blank for a moment before she realized it was a dream.

The "Legend of King Arthur" next to the pillow was scratched all over by the peppermint. Jian Jia grabbed the peppermint and picked up the book with a headache.

...Sure enough, I think about it every day and dream at night.

but.

She turned over, and a long sword lay flat on the desk. It looked simple and bleak, but it was hard to ignore.Since the battle of Infinity Stones, they have rarely used these guys in relatively peaceful times.

But, no one dares to underestimate it.

She smiled and greeted Shi Zhongjian.

The sunlight outside the window fell on the sword, and suddenly, the sword in the stone hummed.

Like saying:

Good morning, my king!

The author has something to say: This is everyone in the Middle Ages~~ I suddenly want to write about Western Fantasy_(:з」∠)_