Read Novel Full Chapter 1320: Chapter 47: Aftermath
Chapter 1320: Chapter 47: Aftermath
The city, after being restored, did not bear any true scars. And the effect of the “Elimination Spell” was quite better than anticipated—of course, the events in the Fog Capital have already been published in the magician-created magical newspaper.
On the dynamic newspaper headlines, a lot of the fierce battles that took place last night in the Fog Capital were even recreated… The whirl of discussions has quietly begun to stir among the various countries on the Oth Continent.
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Inside the Platinum Palace… it was already nine in the morning the next day.
Her Majesty the Queen, accompanied by Dagonet and Ofen, received Steward Aes, the leader of this Mage Corps.
“Mr. Aes, here is your Holy Spear, please check its integrity.”
Inside the box was the Holy Spear that the Royal Guardian used last night to deliver the final blow to defeat Perkins… held by Dagonet.
Steward Aes merely swept his hand casually over the box and laughed: “I trust that Her Majesty the Queen is a trustworthy person who will keep her promises.”
The queen said calmly: “Regarding the cost to restore the Fog Capital this time, kindly prepare a detailed list, and upon verification, I will have someone personally deliver it to your Association.”
“Then, about those mines in the northeast?”
Steward Aes squinted his eyes, looking more like a shrewd merchant than a magician… This was actually the main point—Britain’s territory contains several exclusive materials.
“Regarding this matter, I will personally discuss it with your Association later.” Her Majesty the Queen said with a smile.
This steward gentleman said no more… After nodding, he left with the Holy Spear—what comes next, how the two parties would haggle over the mines, that’s an issue for the upper echelons.
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After Aes left, Her Majesty the Queen met individually with Gareth, Tresti, and Bedivere—the last meeting was with Mr. Gareth.
Though they had already sworn loyalty to the current royal family before the duel last night… No, to be precise, only to the current queen and not the British royal family.
Before pledging loyalty, this group of Round Table Knights actually left themselves a bit of leeway… Gareth pondered the queen’s intent in meeting the three of them separately—but did not expect Her Majesty the Queen to be quite direct.
“What?” At this moment, Mr. Gareth’s face was full of disbelief: “You want me to take over the Fog Capital Knight Agency?”
“Tresti and Bedivere have already agreed to take over their respective Knight Agencies.” Her Majesty the Queen said sternly, “Just you’re left, Gareth.”
Gareth, however, frowned and hesitated: “Her Majesty the Queen… Historically, Round Table Knights have never taken over agencies.”
The queen replied: “There’s no such example, so can’t it happen in the future… Gareth, would you prefer to see the British Knight Agency fall into the hands of someone like Sir Perkins again—are you planning to let me re-elect the Elders and then have them boss you around? Or is it that, Gareth, you have no confidence in succeeding?”
“I don’t mean that.” Mr. Gareth shook his head; he naturally understood the intent behind letting the loyal Twelve Round Table take over different Knight Agencies.
Knights of the Round Table, gifted with inherited power, once they swear an oath, they basically won’t betray… letting them take over the Knight Agencies is to strengthen Her Majesty’s control over them.
“I just can’t figure out… why me?” Gareth smiled bitterly, “In the whole affair, to be honest, I didn’t contribute much… unlike Lancelot who destroyed the Holy Grail, or Dagonet who did undercover work.”
“Gareth.” Her Majesty the Queen at this moment smiled, “I originally planned to let Dagonet take over the Fog Capital Knight Agency… but he recommended you.”
“Dagonet… recommended me?”
Not minding Gareth’s surprise, Her Majesty the Queen directly signed a document, “Gareth, your appointment letter is ready. I hope your future work will make this recommendation worthwhile… You’re not planning to stand there and refuse, are you?”
What else could he say?
The document was already written… After taking a deep breath, Gareth cautiously accepted the appointment.
“Then, the matter of discussing how to rebuild the Knight Agency you, Tresti, and Bedivere will coordinate… I believe you three collaborating will certainly have a great start, don’t you think?”
“I will do my best.”
After offering his respects, Gareth took the appointment letter and left the queen’s office, feeling slightly surreal… Just as he stepped out, he let out a long sigh.
This queen seemed like a completely different person from before… He even felt more tense than when facing that Sir Perkins.
But he then saw someone leaning against the wall outside the corridor, seemingly waiting for him to come out… The Clown, Dagonet.
Gareth was silent for a while before finally walking up to Dagonet, hesitantly speaking: “Before coming here, I went back to Perkins’s estate… I found Geraint in the place where prisoners were held, and also several Elders and others… They aren’t dead at all.”
Mr. Clown squinted at this moment: “Even if you found them, aside from Geraint and some knights, those Elders won’t be set free… Of course, their loyalists, too. Her Majesty the Queen won’t easily return this opened situation to those old folks. They’ll have a leisure time ahead.”
“Why…” Gareth lowered his head.
Dagonet paused, then shrugged: “You mean recommending you to take over the Fog Capital Knight Agency? Didn’t I say, Gareth, you’re more suited than me to handle these trivial matters—are you intending to make me sit in the office signing documents? I might sign each one differently, you know.”
Gareth, however, grabbed Dagonet’s collar, pulling him closer, “I said, why lie to me about killing so many people, killing Geraint!”
“Did I lie to you?” The Clown had a frightened expression, “I remember I reminded you?”
Gareth couldn’t help but pause.
The Clown shook his head, “I said, Gareth, have some faith in me, won’t you? I did take the knight’s oath before King Arthur’s statue, after all… Didn’t I say that?”
“How would I know you bastard were referring to this matter at the time!!” Gareth grabbed him by the neck in anger… The Clown seemed on the verge of suffocation.
Yet suddenly, he released his grip, watching Dagonet cough relentlessly, breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn’t him.
Gareth…
Mr. Clown suddenly switched to a bright smile, cheekily saying, “Feel guilty about not trusting your comrade, right? Very self-reproaching, aren’t you? No worries, you can contribute your salary to me for the next year, and my wounded spirit will certainly heal well~~”
“Get lost—!” Mr. Gareth left quickly.
“Six months?” Mr. Clown hurriedly chased after him, hooking his shoulder.
“Get lost—!!”
“Three months?”
“Go die somewhere!”
“A month, okay? My flying knives are running out!”
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The sound gradually faded down the hallway… when Her Majesty the Queen came out of the office, she only saw the backs of the two as they disappeared.
At this moment, a servant came up to Her Majesty the Queen and informed her that Lancelot had awakened.
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Later, Lancelot was transferred to the Platinum Palace for treatment… When Her Majesty the Queen entered the room, Lancelot was quietly sitting on the bed, looking at her own hands, seemingly lost in thought.
“Your Majesty…” she intended to get off the bed immediately upon hearing the sound.
Her Majesty the Queen waved her hand and smiled, “I am not yet so foolish as to require a patient to salute me.”
“No.” Lancelot hurriedly said, “You are the wisest king I have ever seen… I have heard about yesterday’s events. So much happened, yet I remained in the dark. I am sorry… I did nothing, and even let the Holy Seal be taken away… I am no longer worthy of the name ‘Lancelot of the Lake.’
Her Majesty the Queen sat down beside the bed and suddenly said, “Do you remember the words I spoke to you when we were trapped in the stone chamber?”
Lancelot nodded instinctively.
The Queen said, “Now, my hands have moved away from your eyes, and the light has emerged… Are you not planning to prepare yourself?”
Lancelot moved her lips and whispered, “But now I am…”
“This is what the Guardian retrieved from Oberon after his elimination,” Her Majesty the Queen handed a box to Lancelot, “I believe it belongs to you.”
As the box opened, a gentle glow illuminated Lancelot’s face… it was the Holy Seal, the Holy Seal of ‘Lancelot of the Lake.’
Lancelot sat dazedly staring at the Holy Seal as it floated before gradually integrating into her body.
She was always the rightful heir to this power, and when the disrupted line of inheritance returned to its correct course, the Holy Seal followed the ancient oath and returned to her body.
“Do I… do I still have the right?” Lancelot murmured.
But then she suddenly felt something pressing on her head… she opened her mouth in surprise—what pressed down on her head was a book.
It was a book placed by Her Majesty the Queen.
Her Majesty the Queen chuckled with squinted eyes, “If you feel you cannot forgive yourself yet, why not try a punishment? Keep this book balanced on your head for a whole day, and if it falls, you’ll have to eat a hundred strawberry sundaes within an hour… What do you think?”
“I will do it.” Lancelot took a deep breath—carefully getting off the bed and keeping her eyes on the book above her head… In terms of balance, with all her training, it wasn’t overly difficult.
“By the way, keep your waist straight… like a lady. Remember, now you are a lady, not a knight.” Her Majesty the Queen smiled brightly, “Relax your body a little more… yes, relax a bit more.”
“Like… like this?” Lancelot couldn’t help but feel a bit unnatural.
“Hmm, almost there.” Her Majesty the Queen smiled as she looked at Lancelot’s current posture, then suddenly said, “By the way, Lancelot, would you be interested in becoming my student?”
Pop—!
The unexpected suggestion caused the well-balanced book to fall off Lancelot’s head.
“Looks like we’ll have to make the chefs work overtime.” Her Majesty the Queen covered her mouth and laughed.
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When Mr. Davis was led to the Queen’s office by the guards, he was slightly surprised to see the woman in a tailcoat with a white shirt and a book titled “Confessions” balanced on her head.
“Mr. Davis, Her Majesty the Queen is already waiting for you inside, please come in.” Lancelot said without expression.
“I believe your name is… Lancelot?” Mr. Davis nodded.
“Yes.” Lancelot didn’t nod, only blinked her eyes, “Last year, when the Queen visited Northern Ireland, we met at a local banquet.”
“So you remember.” Mr. Davis nodded and smiled softly, “You’ve worked hard during this time.”
Lancelot was a bit surprised… but maintained her usual demeanor. After Davis entered the Queen’s office, she continued standing at the door, performing her guard duty.
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Inside the room, Her Majesty the Queen personally brewed a pot of tea for the arriving Mr. Davis… They stared at each other for a while in the discussion area next to the office.
“I have to set off back at noon, there’s a meeting in the afternoon.” Mr. Davis… Caesar said slowly at this point, “The time off this time has been a bit long.”
“Actually, you could stay a while longer.” Her Majesty the Queen said slowly, “The previous Prime Minister is already dead… I need someone to assist me.”
Caesar replied calmly, “Elizabeth, I’ve been operating in Northern Ireland for more than ten years now… Over the years, I’ve been secretly arranging for Beastmen to live under new identities there, and it’s actually been enough… You should understand, I have little interest in the so-called power of the British Government.”
“That’s truly a pity.” Her Majesty the Queen sighed with a bitter smile, “I know I can’t keep you just by myself… The fact that you’re willing to help me this time was already beyond my expectations… At first, I didn’t even think you would agree. After all, this time some sacrifices of Beastmen are necessary…”
“But I need such an outcome.” Caesar said with an expressionless face, “The matters of the Fog Capital have already begun to spread among the Non-Humans of the Oth Continent. In the time to follow, the anti-Beastmen voices will intensify once again. The living environment for Beastmen on the Oth Continent will become even more difficult… Only this way, will they have the courage to seek new opportunities. Elizabeth, do you know? There are still at least 740,000 Beastmen worldwide now… but in Northern Ireland, I’ve only settled 30,000 of them. They still lack the courage to take that step.”
Her Majesty the Queen shook her head, “If there’s anything needed, please feel free to ask… If you need policy support, I’ll do my best to provide it.”
“Thank you.”
Caesar simply nodded, not much fuss, and stood up, “Then, I’ll take my leave now… If I’m not mistaken, you’ll personally visit the Magician’s Association to negotiate with them, won’t you? By then, the Royal Guardian will appear by your side once more.”
“You always bring such reassurance.” Her Majesty the Queen sighed, “No wonder Margaret loves you so deeply…”
After a moment of silence, Caesar finally said, “I’m leaving, take care of yourself.”
But Her Majesty the Queen suddenly said, “Caesar, can I see Margaret’s two children? After all, they are my nieces and nephews.”
“You’ll see them soon… probably.”
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At noon, accompanied by the maid, Luo Qiu arrived at a rather hidden shop front—this place was found according to the address given by a certain lady.
Lady Maria’s Magic House.