My Queen

While Glass Island was still discussing the story of Iver and Aleister, Iver himself had quietly entered Silver and Tin Palace.

After he came back from the Arbitration Hall, he stayed at the Moriarty Manor for three days.

Then I received a message - a phone call to the Moriarty Manor, asking him to go to the Silver and Tin Palace immediately.

Iver I immediately understood what was going on.

Perhaps it was because the new minister came so frequently that even the servants in the palace already knew him.

When Iver entered the palace this time, he did not wait in the side hall, but walked in directly.

During the whole process, no one tried to stop or report. There are not even the usual body searches and other inspections... It is completely different from the process when Iver came to the Silver and Tin Palace before.

Normally, this process should be followed even when a minister is visiting. Either the people are led to a certain place to rest and wait for the people to meet, or the servants directly take the ministers to the agreed place.

But Isabel's letter did not mention where Iver should meet... and there was no housekeeper or maid to lead the way.

In other words, Iver has the privilege of walking freely in the Silver and Tin Palace.

There is no doubt that this is what Isabel recently explained.

Iver subconsciously went to Isabel's bedroom first.

When he opened the bedroom door and saw no one inside, Iver turned around and went to the study.

Anyway, it's just those few rooms. If Isabel is not seen in the study, then she should be in Grandmother's bedroom at the moment.

But Iver still caught Isabel in the study.

"... Huh?"

As soon as he walked in, Iver opened his eyes in surprise.

Isabel's dress is different from before. Today Isabel also wore light makeup, just like when she invited Iver to the banquet for the first time.

Because she is a quarter of an elf, Isabel is actually one year older than Iver. Her face looks quite childish, like a little girl who is only fourteen or fifteen years old. But also because of her elf blood, she is taller than her peers, and is about 1.63 meters tall.

But in front of Iver, she was still the little girl who was a head shorter than herself. With such youthful vitality, you don't need to dress up at all to look cute.

But now, Isabel's long, straight, pale golden hair that always hangs casually around her back is now braided using complicated techniques. Make them look like flowers, like a headband, like a crown.

This made the girl, who was thin and weak, look a little mature for the first time.

"Minister Moriarty, you are here."

Isabel called softly.

Her Grandmother clear green eyes stared at Iver, with obvious joy in her eyes. But she quickly suppressed her emotions. "Sit down first."

She looked at the chairs placed directly opposite her table, at least three or four meters away.

Seeing the serious look of Isabel sitting here with his chest raised and his head raised, Iver couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

He casually lifted the chair up and carried it to the opposite side of Isabel's table. It was like the two of them were eating face to face, and then sat down.

Seeing Isabel looking slightly panicked and at a loss for a moment, Iver raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Not bad. He looks a little like Queen."

"... I am also growing."

Isabel bulged his mouth and asked seriously, "Didn't I do something wrong?"

But Iver just smiled and shook his head, and spoke calmly and in a clear voice, "You should call me Iver.

"Queen's majesty is not like this. If it was Her Majesty Sophia, she would call me by my name directly in private to express an attitude of intimacy.

"In addition, whether you should call me by my first or last name in front of others depends on whether you need to show this close attitude at the time. Sometimes this attitude can express a kind of approval, sometimes it means leaving the decision-making power to me, and sometimes it means alienation from other people."

Iver said, crossing his fingers. Place your elbows on Isabel's desk casually and naturally. This made the table, which was originally a perfect table, now seem a bit crowded.

So Isabel subconsciously moved his hand away from the table, giving Iver some space.

But she had just received it halfway when Iver grabbed her wrist with quick hands and eyes.

She looked at Iver blankly, but this time she quickly reacted. "This shouldn't happen, right?"

"For me, casual."

Iver chuckled, "But not for other people - hasn't Her Majesty Sophia taught you these things?"

"No."

Isabel shook his head. "She said that politics cannot be taught in a day or two. Instead of asking me to understand something and think I understand... it is better to remain completely ignorant. Ask you and Sherlock directly for your opinions."

"Your Majesty is right."

Iver nodded. "Half understanding is indeed more dangerous than not understanding."

He said, pulling back Isabel's wrist that he grabbed. Slowly put it at the beginning.

He whispered, "Remember next time, if someone invades your territory, remember not to give in. Scream at the other party and ask them to retreat. Protect your lions like Lion King."

"... I remember."

Isabel was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly and responded seriously.

If she says she remembers it, she means she remembers it. Isabel is not the kind of person who pretends to understand something she doesn't understand. As long as she doesn't understand something, she will definitely ask questions and say that she has remembered it. She is a good student, which makes Iver very relieved.

Iver Straighten up and let your right arm hang down naturally on the table. Only his left arm was left on the table, supporting his chin.

He said casually, "I guess you didn't ask me to come here to see your new hairstyle. Although it does look good."

"It just looks good, and I know it."

Isabel raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said briskly, "But thank you for the compliment."

Her tone was much more confident than before.

Her eyes were extremely bright, and she looked at Iver seriously. "I called you here to ask for help. Grandmother should... her time should be today. There are probably only a few hours left.

"——Please help me, Iver."

Isabel did not say why he requested support.

But Iver already understood what she meant.

She didn't ask Iver for help for one thing - but for everything.

"You know what, Isabel. I just like your character."

Iver said leisurely, "I will never be stubborn or stubborn. Know what you should do and what you can do at any time and at any time. When he confirmed that he needed help, he sent out a request for help as soon as possible - you know, Isabel. This is also a talent. And it's rare."

"... What kind of talent is this."

Isabel blushed a little when Iver said that.

She thought it was Iver acting strangely.

But Iver just shook his head. "This is really a talent. Its father is called humility, and its mother is called introspection. And it is the foundation that connects people. This is one of the two most necessary talents for a monarch. Many monarchs lack it and therefore become arrogant and refuse to accept advice."

"What about the remaining one? "Isabel asked curiously.

"Strong and calm spirit."

Iver replied, "You need to be extremely convinced that you are on the right path and never be swayed by other people's words."

"...That sounds conflicting. "Isabel was keenly aware of the violation.

"A lot of things are conflicting. And we live in conflict and die in conflict. People crave comfort and pursue wealth. Animal nature and social nature have different needs. As a monarch, you need to confront your own inherent attributes as a 'human being'."

Iver said softly, "You have to be good at listening, but you have to be stubborn; you have to be good at asking for help, but you have to be stubborn and silent. This is difficult, but being a monarch is not easy."

"... I didn't understand."

Isabel was silent for a long time, then answered honestly, "But I will work hard in this direction."

"Then let me teach you the first lesson, Isabel. As a monarch, you must first learn to lie."

Iver smiled and leaned back on the chair, "My beloved Her Majesty the Queen."

"I'm not Queen yet."

Isabel said subconsciously, stroking the silver-white Dragon Head Ring that had been worn on the Nameless finger of his right hand.

This is the tradition of Avalon, which means that the king and Avalon have concluded a contract. Logically speaking, it should have been taken back by Bishop Mathers after the death of Queen Sophia and given to Isabel during the coronation ceremony.

But Queen Sophia was awake for a short period of time. She took off the ring herself and put it on Isabel's finger.

Isabel was silent for a moment, but suddenly said, "But I... am also willing to learn."

Iver heard this and smiled like Fox. He stretched out his hand to caress his chest and lowered his head slightly.

"It doesn't matter," he said gently and gracefully, "I'm good at it—I'll teach you. But before that, I will accompany you to send His Majesty away."