Chapter 319
Instead, he directly expressed his thoughts to Saber.
"Your Majesty the Queen," Lorraine said, looking at the lazy Saber, "If we follow royal etiquette and today's schedule, you have already missed a lot. Being unpunctual is a very bad habit for the royal family, especially for King Arthur, the legendary eternal king. No one in Britain wants the legendary King Arthur to be a lazybones."
'Not only is he a lazybones, he's also a freeloader,' the Saber thought to himself.
"According to today's schedule..." Lorraine said, taking out her notebook, "Your Her Majesty the Queen ..."
Before Lorraine could finish speaking, she heard the sound of glass shattering.
Saber shattered the glass...
He smashed the window and ran away!
"This..." Lorraine was so shocked that she couldn't say a word.
"So she really is the legendary figure?" Lorraine stood there for a while before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence: "She can actually do things that only happen in animations and movies."
So what do we need to do now?
This...
This is the first time this has ever happened to royalty! The Queen jumped out of a window to escape political affairs. Queen... Wasn't King Arthur supposed to be a diligent and ambitious ruler? Shouldn't she be striving to Britain to a new era of glory?
She...
"I'm not playing this queen game anymore."
Saber couldn't take it anymore! She finally understood why Charles the Great looked so relieved. The so-called royal family was a place where every aspect of life, from eating and drinking to sleeping, had to follow etiquette. All sorts of strange etiquette were like a series of rules that tightly bound Saber.
She had thought she could simply wait for Humphrey to find SU.
The sheer number of ceremonial matters was already enough to give Saber a headache, not to mention the political affairs. Although she had no real power, theoretically, the Queen's political duties amounted to nothing more than being a ruthless Stamp Machine.
But in reality, as the symbol of the highest power in Britain, she still has a lot of roles to play.
Then Saber couldn't stand it anymore.
Her most important purpose in coming here is to find SU, and then find the Xuanyuan Sword and Pipi Ma, not to be a puppet for these Britain guys!
"It seems I'll have to rely on myself in the end." Saber sighed. "In any case, I can't appear as Saber now."
"In what form should I appear?" Saber wasn't in a hurry to change her appearance. She had a feeling that Otto was involved in this matter. If Otto was really involved, she wouldn't have been able to leave so easily.
At least when Britain, it will be hindered.
Moreover, it was a righteous obstruction that she couldn't possibly resist.
Just like how Humphrey tricked her into inheriting the throne with various excuses.
If I appeared in a different guise...
There might be fewer obstacles, but since Otto was involved, Britain must know about her other personas. Even if she didn't know, Otto would definitely provide her with some information about herself.
Otto must have known exactly how many roles he played.
That...
At this point, she had to appear with a new image!
Try checking with the system; maybe you can get a new character from them.
A sailor's pub on a London street.
"Thump thump thump thump~ burp~" Charles the Great downed a large glass of beer in one go and then let out a long burp.
Is he drowning his sorrows in alcohol?
How could that be!
Just as he slammed his glass on the table, a deafening cheer erupted in the tavern!
"Cheers to the King!" "No! Cheers to the former King!" "It should be a toast to the seventy-year-old Crown Prince and the ten-year-old King!" The drunkards in the tavern raised their glasses and cheered, drinking heartily.
They were so unrestrained and dissolute, casually reopening old wounds as if no one had ever noticed Charles the Great's sore spots.
The scar—at least for Charles the Great— would have made him angry in the past. The idea of being crown prince for seventy years, only to be chosen as king because he wasn't selected, would have certainly angered him.
But now...
To hell with the throne! There's nothing better than a good drink. If there is, it's because you haven't drunk enough!
So this is what it's like to not be king or crown prince, but just a duke who doesn't get much attention! In the past, this would have been a stain on his reputation! His Majesty the King going to a commoner's bar, chugging beer in a pretentious manner—that would have been an insult to the nation. Even the people of the country would have laughed at him.
My daily schedule is packed full of activities, whether they are important public events, stamping documents, or meetings.
In any case, there is almost no second that belongs to oneself, and no time to do what one wants.
Now he can do whatever he wants.
Charles the Great seemed to understand for the first time what the joy of 'living for oneself' truly meant, and why so many people pursue 'living for oneself'.
"Hehe~ Your Majesty." A bearded man approached, holding a wine glass, his beard stained with wine. His breath reeked of alcohol. "My dear Your Majesty," he said, "Could you tell us about King Arthur? The Parliament says he is the real King Arthur, the King Arthur of mythology."
"Hiccup~ She looks like a callow youth." The middle-aged man said with a hint of disdain and disbelief, "How could she possibly be King Arthur?"
"Yeah, is it just another lie made up by the politicians in Parliament?" "If she were King Arthur, wouldn't I be able to become Knights of the Round Table?"
The drunkards chattered on and on about incoherent things, seemingly unaware of the growing displeasure on Charles the Great's face. He admitted that King Arthur had indeed surprised him.
He does possess a certain extraordinary aura, though he hasn't shown it yet.
However, those chosen by the Sword of Kings are certainly not ordinary people.
These people weren't just mocking King Arthur as a girl; they were also making Charles the Great feel insulted by the royal family. If the Holy Sword chose a fool who was worse than these drunkards, then wouldn't the royal family, who went to such lengths to design the sword-drawing scene, be even less than idiots?
But Charles the Great didn't say anything, or even show much emotion.
His years as crown prince and king have taught him what it means to be 'calm and collected', at least on the surface.
"Your Majesty, my dear king," the drunkard who was pulling him along didn't seem to notice Charles the Great's expression at all, or perhaps he had but simply didn't take the king seriously. He hooked his arm around Charles the Great's shoulder and said, "Could you..."
What?
Although Charles the Great drank one cup after another, he was not so drunk that he was unaware of anything.
Not only did the drunkard's voice suddenly stop, but the arm that had been tightly wrapped around his shoulder also lost its strength. The entire tavern fell silent in an instant, losing its previous clamor.
This is bad!
Charles the Great felt that if he wasn't hallucinating from being drunk, then something must have gone wrong.
"Charles the Great." Suddenly, a gentle yet slightly displeased female voice, which seemed out of place, rang in his ear. "I've finally found you."
"I never imagined that the first thing the former King of the Britain Empire did after abdicating was to go to a bar."
"I've really had a hard time finding you."
Chapter 358 My Goddess
"Who?"
Who is speaking?
Who was it? Charles the Great didn't search much, because the person who spoke had already appeared in front of him.
A woman wearing a strange dress. Yes, a strange dress. For Charles the Great, this woman's first impression was her strange dress. The style of the dress was uncommon, but it resembled the odd clothes worn by young people who liked cosplay these days.
Practicality and warmth are completely disregarded; all that matters is aesthetics and individuality.
That woman's clothes were like that. But her clothes weren't those strange outfits.
As a nobleman of the kingdom, he could tell at a glance that the woman's clothes were not some cheap and strange garments, but rather of superior quality in terms of both fabric and craftsmanship.
It's just as good as, if not better than, the royal special supply.
If clothes are the first impression, then the second impression is that they are beautiful.
She was a very beautiful woman. She had beautiful long, light blonde hair and beautiful, sapphire-like eyes. There was a blue diamond pattern on her forehead and on each cheek.
Is this a tattoo?
Charles the Great has seen tattoos before. Isn't this supposed to be about expressing individuality? Why would anyone choose such a plain and unoriginal tattoo? And why on their face? It really is amazing what you can find in this world.
Of course, after saying all that, it's undeniable that this woman is very beautiful, extremely beautiful, possessing the ultimate in graceful Eastern beauty.
The woman's figure is also just right.
She...
"Charles the Great, have you seen enough?"
Such a gentle and pleasant voice, yet she speaks with a surprisingly blunt manner.
But...
"Sorry." Charles the Great was genuinely jolted back to reality by that voice; he had no choice but to come back to his senses. If his guess was correct, the strange situation in the tavern was likely caused by this woman.
"I just..."
"It doesn't matter what it is," she said. "I really didn't expect you to come to this place."
"You're coming?" Charles the Great glanced around, then said nonchalantly, "Actually, this place is quite nice, and besides, I'm no longer the king. Why can't I come here to relax? Although these people are rude and impolite by royal standards, it's still pretty good."
After saying that, he picked up his glass and chugged down another glass of draft beer, then let out a long sigh and said, "Madam, you can relieve that strange feeling..."
What's it called? True Magic? Or Honkai effect?
"I'd like another drink." Charles the Great didn't care about the woman at all, just as he didn't care much about what others thought of King Arthur and the royal family.
"Aren't you curious about who I am?" she finally couldn't help but ask.
"Why be curious?" Charles the Great said, "The fact that you found me means you must be someone I know. I'm sorry, but I've known and met too many women, so I really can't remember you. However, if you're asking me to do you a favor, then I can only say you've come to the wrong person."
"You shouldn't have come to me now," Charles the Great shrugged. "You should have come a few days earlier; maybe I could have helped you then."
"Okay..." She seemed genuinely a bit helpless about Charles the Great's current situation.
After completely letting go of myself, it's true that as long as I act badly enough, no one will want to take advantage of me.
"You can still help me now." She smiled slightly, seemingly unconcerned about what had just happened. "Of course, you can also consider this a transaction. If you can help me, I can give you what you want."
"Do you know what I want?" Charles the Great sneered. "Madam, I can tell you must be a powerful Valkyrie."
"But it's not a good thing to make fun of a former king like this, and it's not even acceptable to make fun of a commoner."
"I'm not teasing you." She shook her head and said, "Aren't you really curious about my name?"
"Alright." Charles the Great seemed exasperated by her and said, "Respected Valkyrie, what is your name?"
"My name is Belldandy, but I am not Valkyrie." She finally revealed her name, even with a hint of pride. It was as if her name held some hidden meaning.
"A very nice name." Charles the Great nodded blankly, receiving official praise.
And that was it.
He's just a retired king who wants a bottle of draft beer. Why is there so much going on today?
"Ah... no!" the girl who called herself Belldandy said in surprise, "Haven't you ever heard of the name Belldandy?"
"Oh~" Charles the Great thought for a moment and said, "Never heard of it."
"You..." Belldandy was a little annoyed, but she quickly calmed down and said, "Norn! Nornagesta! Haven't you heard of him either?"
"Oh~" Charles the Great suddenly realized and said, "You can promise me something. You yourself are Belldandy, one of the three sisters of the Goddess of Fate in the myth."
"Oh, that's right." Belldandy finally said happily, "I am Belldandy, the Belldandy of mythology, and yet not the Belldandy of mythology. I can do what the Belldandy of mythology could do, and I can't do..."
"Please, have mercy," Charles the Great said suddenly, sounding a bit pained. "Please stop using these long and complicated sentences. I've had enough."
Graduates of Bailey Academy all like to use these long and complicated sentences. Why do I still need to hear these long and complicated sentences now that I'm no longer the king?
"No!" Belldandy said, "I was just explaining, not using..."
"Alright, but I'm not Humphrey, and I don't have his ability to use those long and complicated sentences..." Belldandy said, "However, if you're willing to help me, I can help you too."
"Please believe me, I can help you with a little thing, Charles the Great."
"Alright~ alright~" Charles the Great was even more annoyed by what the Valkyrie was saying, and he replied perfunctorily, "Your Excellency Valkyrie, what do you want me to do for you?"
"Keep an eye on it, or urge those guys in the cabinet who don't like to get things done to find SU's whereabouts as soon as possible!"
"No action at all is really not a good thing."
"SU?" Charles the Great suddenly seemed to sober up halfway and said, "Is that the 'Lady of the Lake' gentleman?"