Led by the Knight Order Leader, the group finally arrived before a grand set of double doors that matched the enormous palace.
"Everyone, please come with me to meet the Queen."
With a devout expression, the Knight Order Leader spoke and reached out to push open the doors.
Fang Li slightly raised his eyes and looked ahead.
Beyond the doors was a spacious war room.
Though it was called a conference room, it looked more like a banquet hall.
Several rows of circular tables surrounded a raised platform with steps, resembling tree rings and creating a space like the United Nations assembly hall sometimes seen on television.
And at the very center of the platform, someone was waiting.
"You're here? You certainly kept me waiting!"
The person who spoke in such an energetic voice was a woman around fifty. Though her skin and hair had already begun to show signs of age, she was as spirited as a teenager, dressed in a long formal gown that covered her feet.
The crown on her head announced her identity to everyone.
"This is England's head of state, the great Queen—Eliza."
The Knight Order Leader's introduction was both solemn and tense.
"So that's the Queen..."
Affected by the atmosphere, Sylvia seemed unable to keep her gaze from lingering on Queen Eliza.
However, Fang Li had noticed something else.
It was Queen Eliza's right hand.
She was holding a sword in it.
It was a typical Western double-edged sword, nearly eighty centimeters long even including its hilt. Yet it had no edge, its tip was flat, and it possessed a long, narrow rectangular guard.
Queen Eliza held that sword in her hand.
Not sheathed or hanging at her waist, but directly in her hand with the blade drawn.
"That sword..."
Fang Li's expression became