The Master of the Strange Realm

"I want you to be his lover."

"Ahem~"

The magical lady who was drinking tea coughed violently, but she wiped her lips with a handkerchief quite restrainedly and lowered her head to cover up her expression of wanting to laugh.

Chapter 1922 Chapter 1893 Schizophrenia

"Lover? Why?"

Miss Windsor asked, instead of blushing, she was covering her heart, with anger on her face. It's not that he's angry that Jenkins didn't agree, but that he's angry with Queen Windsor.

"Because I want you to be happy."

This time Queen Windsor did not understand the mood of her other self. After all, she had never fallen in love with someone with a strange personality like Jenkins.

"My happiness does not need to be fought for by others! Do I need to be pitied by others?"

Unable to suppress the sudden surge of anger, Miss Windsor suddenly shouted loudly, startling the other three people. She also realized how rude it was and apologized in a low voice.

"I am no one else, I am you."

Queen Windsor said softly, as if talking to a little girl who was having a bad temper at a relative's house.

Miss Windsor raised her head and looked at her:

"So, it's me who is pitying myself?"

Her face turned red. It was definitely not shame, but anger.

"This is not pity..."

Queen Windsor didn't finish her words. This time it was Miss Windsor who took the initiative to interrupt:

"Sorry, I have to touch up my makeup."

With that said, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom on the first floor. Jenkins never changes the location of her bathroom, so she doesn't go the wrong way.

Jenkins sat there without moving and did not catch up:

"you do this delibrately."

he said to Queen Windsor.

"Do you feel bad that I made her angry?"

She played with the ends of her hair on the side of her face with her right hand and looked at Jenkins.

"That's my friend."

"Your friend seems to have failed to see clearly into her own heart."

"That doesn't require you. This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Jenkins, you are quite bad at dealing with emotional issues. You treat relationships with women like a child."

She made the same judgment as most of the girls close to Jenkins.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"I want everyone to be happy."

Jenkins had a sarcastic smile on his face, while Queen Windsor looked at her with a chuckle. Miss Magic was silent while holding the tea cup. She thought that all she had to do was watch, and this matter had nothing to do with her at all.

Miss Windsor on the other side had already broken into the bathroom. She locked the door, held the sink with her right hand, covered her chest with her left hand and looked into the mirror.

The face of herself in the mirror was so ferocious and terrifying. Miss Windsor herself knew that something was wrong with her at the moment, but the sudden burst of emotion just now made her feel a lot more comfortable inexplicably.

"That's not who I am, lover... and I'm not happy about it."

She gritted her teeth and said this to herself in the mirror. She knew very well how crazy it was to do this, but at this moment, only doing this could make her feel better:

"Jenkins..."

She groaned in her mouth, recalling everything she encountered in the strange situation today, thinking of Queen Isabella's "betrayal", thinking of herself in different situations, and thinking of Jenkins' damn "cowardice".

"I don't need anyone's pity."

She stared at herself in the mirror, her hair was a little messy, and her face looked very strange. Jessica Windsor had never seen herself in such a mess:

"Even I can't pity myself."

She looked at herself in the mirror as if she were looking at an enemy she must kill. Jessica Windsor in the mirror sighed:

"Little fool."

The man in the mirror said.

"Oh shit, I finally lost my mind."

Miss Windsor covered her face, closed her eyes and gasped, then turned on the faucet, held the cold water, and then covered her face again. After a long time, she finally raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. She was even more embarrassed than before. The water not only soaked her face, but even messed up the hair on her forehead:

"I don't need mercy, I'm going to get what I want."

She stared at herself and said, but then shook her head violently:

"I want it, but I will never do anything bad...No...I am different from her..."

"Little fool."

Windsor in the mirror said again.

"Shut up!"

Miss Windsor glared at herself in the mirror, while the lady in the mirror folded her hands on her chest. Although she still looked embarrassed with wet hair on her cheeks, it was definitely not the crazy look outside the mirror:

"Why shut up? You are just stupid. You clearly have the best path, but you still don't understand what you should seize."

"I said, shut up! Damn it, what do you know?"

Miss Windsor clenched her fists tightly.

"No, I understand. I am you and you are me, right? Little fool, you should take the initiative to grab what you want instead of yelling at me here."

"What do you know? Do you think I don't want to do this?"

Miss Windsor's voice was no longer so sharp, but instead was as low as speaking with the breath from her lungs. Her expression gradually calmed down, but underneath that calmness was a terrifying and gloomy look that no one had ever seen on her face.

"You are bound by morality? It's ridiculous?"

"Ridiculous? I will never do anything wrong."

"Oh, little fool."

"Shut up."

Miss Windsor punched the person in the mirror, and then the hand that looked exactly like her stretched out from the mirror and clenched Miss Windsor's fist.

"Is it you?"

Miss Windsor finally recognized that the woman in the mirror who looked exactly like herself was Queen Windsor, an ordinary person betrayed by Isabella in the first possible world.

"It's me."

The person in the mirror seemed to emerge slowly from the water. She first clenched Miss Windsor's fist, and after her body further separated from the mirror, she hugged Miss Windsor together.

Both of them finally stood on the ground.

Hugging herself tightly, Miss Windsor's mood also calmed down, and the anxiety and anger that could not be vented inexplicably disappeared. She realized what she had just done in front of the mirror, closed her eyes, and could not understand that it was her own behavior.

"I just said one thing wrong. I am you, but you are not me."

The Queen of the First World, Windsor, said in Miss Windsor's ear:

"Remember, I am you, because we are both Jessica Windsor. But you are not me, because you are more fortunate and you have more."

"What should I do?"

Miss Windsor whispered softly:

"Sorry, I may not be as strong as you."

"That's a good thing. My strength is because I have lost more."

Windsor said, and the two hugged each other, put their heads on each other's shoulders, and listened to the heartbeats with the same rhythm:

"I admit that maybe I am not the person I always thought I was."

"Because I have seen more possibilities for myself?"

The voice has reached the level of whispering, but because each other's mouths are close to each other's ears, it does not affect communication. Miss Windsor breathed quietly, and her restless heart finally calmed down. She realized the situation at this time and understood what it meant:

"Yes, I don't know myself at all. I found that I don't know anyone around me. Maybe I am too naive."

"You think you were born in a noble family and have always been protected by the power of the family, so you have the illusion that you are excellent and will not do anything wrong?"

"Yes, if the living environment is exchanged, I am just a person who will do anything to survive."

"Oh, my little fool."

Windsor said gently. She and Miss Windsor are exactly the same age, but because of their different experiences, Windsor is much more mature:

"If anyone leaves their living environment, they will become a stranger. This is not your fault, nor is it my fault."

"Will Jenkins also?"

"Don't you see the difference between the wanted criminal Williamette I know and the Williamette who is traveling with you? They are simply not the same person."

The two ladies hugged each other tightly, their voices entangled, and the breath of their bodies merged without obstacles. This is the most direct way of communication.

"I want to get Jenkins, but I don't want to do the wrong thing."

Miss Windsor admitted the biggest problem she was facing.

"I can give you some advice."

"Are you married?"

"No."

"Have you ever slept with a man?"

"How can you slander yourself like this?"

Windsor whispered, blowing gently in Miss Windsor's ear, and the ear turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I don't trust men, but I like beautiful girls."

"Oh~ How can you..."

"He doesn't accept you, because he doesn't like you?"

Easily changed the subject.

"Of course not."

Miss Windsor firmly objected.

"So what's his hidden disease?"

"No, except for the mental illness of being too fond of his pet cat, Jenkins is a healthy adult man."

"So, he is bound by the engagement?"

"Yes."

"Oh, my little fool. In that case, have you asked for advice from his engagement partner?"

"..."

Miss Windsor couldn't imagine herself doing this, it was too crazy:

"I'm not crazy."

"In love and war, there is no right or wrong. Since you don't want him to break his oath, why don't you ask the person who made the oath?"

Windsor asked, because they were hugging each other, so Miss Windsor didn't see her chuckled expression.

Although it sounds crazy, it seems to make sense if you think about it carefully.

"So what are you worried about? You have everything, your parents are still alive, your respected elders have done nothing wrong, you have male friends you like around you, and you don't even have to bear responsibilities that don't belong to you. What are you worried about?"

"I..."

Miss Windsor closed her eyes and completely focused on the other person. She took a deep breath. The smell belonged to her. She liked the smell, just as she liked herself.