London, outskirts.
There stood a castle here.
More accurately, it should have been called a magical castle.
The castle was named Windsor Castle.
It was the current English royal family's ancestral castle, as well as a royal residence distinct from Buckingham Palace. It was the largest inhabited castle in the world today, with a history stretching back to the era of William I. Covering roughly 45,000 square meters, it also served as one of the English monarch's principal administrative residences.
The current Queen of England spent a considerable amount of time in this castle every year, holding national or private social events here and inviting trusted individuals to discuss state affairs. Compared to Buckingham Palace, it was more of a private residence.
At this moment, the Queen of England and the supreme bishop of English Puritanism sat in the castle, separated by a small white table, with steaming Black Tea placed before each of them.
Perhaps few people knew this?
Eliza and Laura actually had quite a good relationship.
Whether in private or in public, they would sometimes bicker and mock each other with great cheer, making it hard to believe that these two could be important figures capable of influencing England's national affairs.
Just moments ago, the two had still been trading nonsensical barbs while discussing what to do next.
However, when a change occurred, they both stopped at the same time.
"Honestly, I can't take this anymore."
Laura stared at the Black Tea before her and spoke in deep frustration.
"I took the risk of offending someone terrifying by recalling the Index Librorum Prohibitorum without authorization. I even formed a cooperative relationship with them to deal with what would come afterward. And in the end, we were the ones who ran into trouble first?"
Hearing Laura's complaint, Eliza