Successors of all mankind

"It should be the knights protecting the princess, but now it's the princess protecting the knights. Humans on top, this is too bizarre, too outrageous!"

All of this has led Yule to re-examine Pandora and why this method is the only acceptable option given the risks.

Chapter 17 An Unexpected Scene

While Yu Le was pondering, the princess took a bottle of enamel wine inlaid with jewels from the lady-in-waiting.

Then he poured a glass of amber-colored wine and handed it to Yu Ledao:

"It's not an aged wine, but the taste is quite good. Want to try it?"

“Ah, I must say, Your Highness, I am not very good at drinking.”

Yu Le doesn't like alcohol. Although everyone says it tastes good, Yu Le thinks it's not as good as Happy Water, which has a different formula and tastes terrible.

Moreover, alcohol can cloud one's mind, making it easy to do bad things!

Having seen too many drunkards, Yu Le kept his distance from this kind of thing.

However, as a matter of courtesy, Yu Le accepted the wine glass offered by the princess and intended to take a sip.

But as soon as he said that, his other hand pressed down on the wine glass.

"Your Highness?"

Albion's gold retrieved the goblet and casually placed it aside.

“If you don’t want to drink, that’s fine with me, Sir. I like you very much, really, so I’m willing to respect all your thoughts.”

The princess tries to get closer to Yule, whose father is trapped on the throne, while she is trapped in a monster called a man.

They are all prisoners of the golden bloodline.

They were simply imprisoned in their own respective realms.

Now, she has found an exception, an almost redemptive exception.

But because of the environment I've lived in and everything I've been in for so long.

She wasn't very good at speaking, nor did she know how to build closer relationships with people.

She could only tell the truth as she had always seen it, though it still didn't seem very intimate.

At the same time, she also remembered Yu Le's identity: a knight from out of town from a fallen family.

"And don't worry about it, it's just a very ordinary liqueur. If you don't want to drink it, then don't."

Actually, although that bottle of wine wasn't particularly old, one bottle could buy a whole street in Numenor.

After all, this stuff comes from Valinno.

It is an extremely rare elven wine.

The dwarves and elves are two great masters of winemaking, and their wines are highly sought after.

However, I've heard that some people claim the best wine comes from orcs.

But this is generally considered the ravings of a madman.

It's one thing for orcs to brew alcohol, but to brew the best alcohol at that? Humans, please! This is just too funny.

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness."

It would be best not to drink alcohol, of course, and Yu Le was very happy.

Even if it's really expensive, Yu Le still wants to try it, since he's curious about just how good this so-called 'good wine' really is.

However, since it's just an ordinary bottle of wine, I'll leave it at that.

The princess was delighted by Yu Le's reaction, but then she also felt a little troubled:

"But you have to have something to drink at a banquet, you can't just rely on soup, can you?"

In response, Yu Le laughed and said:

"Just give me some water!"

The princess nodded and planned to instruct the ladies-in-waiting to prepare clean water for Yule.

At royal banquets, or rather, aristocratic banquets, the only beverage served is alcohol.

All kinds of expensive wines.

Even if there are other drinks, they must be extremely expensive, otherwise they will be considered too poor and out of place.

You really need to ask for clean water in advance, otherwise you won't get any.

But at that moment, the princess noticed two mechanical arms peering down from above.

One hand holds a water bottle, and the other holds a uniquely shaped glass.

They poured a glass of water for Yule.

There's a magic weapon here?!

The large number of vassals caused another uproar.

Many of them were not first-time visitors, or rather, it would be difficult to find even a few who were first-time visitors.

Even they are among the people with the purest genes in this country.

Few people knew that there was actually a super machine always on standby in the banquet hall!

Even the Mustache Knight, a top nobleman from the Four Pillars lineage, couldn't help but remark:

"Brother...is there still any divine strategist here?"

The protruding robotic arm retracted and returned to its original position as a decoration at the top of the banquet hall.

The Mustache Knight felt his worldview had been shaken.

Isn't that a decoration?

Marty was stunned.

He knew that a magic machine was actually set up in the banquet hall.

But that's all he knows, because if he remembers correctly, this thing...

It seems like it hasn't been used for hundreds of years, right?

He didn't even know whether this divine machine had gone into hibernation on its own or whether the royal family had simply never activated it.

But now, the divine mechanism that was only activated once every few hundred years has been activated again?

Did they even serve someone a glass of water?

After a brief moment of surprise, they all turned their gaze to the princess standing next to Yu Le.

Not only are they personally supporting the other side, but now they're even using Shenji (a Chinese idiom for divination) to express their stance?

This is the most reasonable idea at present, and therefore, after that, many nobles no longer had the idea of ​​trying to do anything.

Those gazes that once fell upon Yu Le, filled with scrutiny, mockery, and scrutiny, have all turned into flattery, envy, and awe.

The princess herself glanced at the waiting divine machine.

He took a deep look at Yu Le.

Looking at the clear water in front of him, Yu Le was a little unsure how to deal with what was to come.

The vassals were alright; they mostly assumed it was the princess's idea.

But what about the princess?

How should I answer the princess?

But the princess did not press further, and simply smiled and said:

"Then there are no problems now. Enjoy your feast, Sir."

That's great that they didn't ask any further questions.

But I just can't understand what the princess is thinking...

Yu Le was somewhat helpless. He wasn't some kind of genius, but just an ordinary person who might have a quick wit when pushed to the limit.

But apart from that, he didn't have any other good options.

"Thank you, Princess."

After their brief interaction, the two fell silent, pondering what to do next, while the princess enjoyed a rare moment of peace.

Below the crowd, Serena Windsor looked suspiciously at the once-silent Divine Machine above her and the knight sitting beside the princess in what should have been the seats for members of the royal family.

She vaguely felt that this scene had a sense of déjà vu.

Because she had seen something similar once in Numenor.

This is very likely the princess's intention, but if not... recalling what the slave Nor had seen in Windsor, he looked at the princess again.

He recalled the princess's sudden change in attitude towards him when he returned to the capital.

The princess noticed that my 'smell' had changed, so she became much gentler towards me.

It should be Mr. Jules who caused all of this.

Then, the princess did not dislike him, and even became quite close to Sir Constantine.

A bold idea began to emerge in Windsor's mind.

At the same time, the two figures gradually overlapped.

After realizing that both of them had a subtle stiffness of "not quite sure if they should sit here".

Miss Windsor's eyes widened slightly.

'No way?!'

Beneath Yule's arm armor, Pandora severed the connection with the service AI. The AI ​​also proactively cleared this abnormal external access.

Chapter 18 Proposal

The banquet ended smoothly, without any unpleasantness or fools, thanks to the princess's strong support.

People came happily and left happily.

As for how much of this joy is genuine and how much is fake, only heaven knows.

But, standing at the palace gates, Miss Windsor was about to board her carriage.

He couldn't help but glance back at the quiet, magnificent, yet ever-changing palace.

'Serna Windsor, if there's anything you want to do, then do it!'

His Majesty's voice echoed in her ears once again.

Finally, she took a deep breath and prepared to board her carriage.

But before I left, a voice came from over there.

"Lady Windsor, please wait a moment."

Windsor stopped, turned around, and saw the little mustache knight.

"Lord Julius Marty, is there anything I can do for you? If it's not urgent, I'd like to take my leave now."

The other party asked Miss Windsor with an arrogant and condescending expression.

“It’s nothing. I’m just curious why you didn’t show up today. You are a descendant of the House of Windsor, and your ancestors were knights who served His Majesty. You should be here, both in principle and in respect.”

"Are you scared?"

Windsor didn't want to waste time here.

But you still have to answer the other party.

She could only politely and perfunctorily reply:

“I am the heir to the Duke of Windsor, and by law I cannot become the princess’s knight, just like your brother, who is destined to inherit the Marty family, and I will inherit the Windsor family.”

"In that case, I will naturally not be there, but by the grace of humanity, the princess has found a suitable candidate."

The mustachioed knight looked rather grim, because he had been told he had no right to inherit the throne and could only elevate his status by becoming the princess's knight.