Ark, they don't revolve around you

boom!

The flowing clouds seemed to be grasped by a big hand, and let out a sharp wail!

The storm was gone, all because of this man's action.

He turned his head and looked at Abrana. The light of dawn fell, and Zhuang Ning was as majestic as a king: "It is enough to offer your loyalty."

"I promise freedom to the people of Notara, Abrana."

The moment the voice fell, Delphine and Abrana, including the king far away in Ursus, the queen of Leitania and many nobles, almost subconsciously raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

Dawn glimmers on Terra.

Refracted by the light, numbers appeared in their eyes.

168: 00: 00

167: 59: 59

167: 59: 58

That was clearly the countdown announcing the end, reflected in everyone's eyes in a way that no one could forget.

168 hours, seven days later, the second judgment will come.

At the same time, a gentle whisper echoed in their ears:

"This is your last chance."

"Kill me or be killed by me. This is your last freedom."

PS: Today is a transition chapter with fewer words.

I have to prepare for an exam these two days, so I don't have much time to write. I only wrote about 4,000 words in these two days, and then I'll return to normal.

Chapter 5 I'm here to kill you, Doctor

When Vina woke up, it was pitch black outside the window, shrouded in thick fog and no stars were visible.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?!" the maid said excitedly, "May the spirits of the ancestors bless you, that shameful demon didn't harm your body after all!"

It took Vina several minutes to gradually recall what had happened.

Indra died, Morgan died, Dagda was seriously injured, Daphion betrayed him, and even he was defeated in broad daylight...

It really was like a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up. The bitterness in her mouth spread, and she subconsciously looked to see if there was any candy, but there was none.

"Now, how is the situation?"

The maid looked embarrassed: "Your Majesty, you should rest."

"Rest? Perhaps tomorrow will be the end of Londinium." Vina opened the curtain and walked to the table.

A pale face was reflected in the mirror, surrounded by confusion and loss.

"Your Majesty, there was no panic, and your injury was suppressed by the parliament." The maid said carefully, "I am only sorry about the death of those two knights."

That's good.

Vina felt relieved. It could be said that the Victorian Parliament was bloated and inefficient, but at least they were experienced politicians who knew how to deal with it.

Thinking of this, she smiled again.

And what about herself? Since when did her instincts start to sync with those politicians?

wrong.

Vina raised her fingertips and swept them across the mirror.

When did everything fall into the abyss?

She should have been sad, but she was just depressed, gasping for breath and clutching her chest tightly with her hands.

Something emerged in my chest.

It's a memory...it feels like a memory from long ago.

At that time, she had not yet made her identity public. In name, she was just the leader of a gang.

After entering Rhodes Island, the days were not much different. I just felt from the news that the situation in Londinium was getting serious, but I was at a loss as to what to do.

Occasionally, I would gaze at the sunset from the deck, and one day I happened to see the Doctor shrouded in dusk.

They looked at each other, as if they could see the confusion in each other's eyes, so that person opened his mouth:

"Are you the leader of Glasgow, the only remaining Aslan?"

boom!

The mirror shattered.

At some point, Vina clenched her hands into fists and punched the glass.

Seeing herself in the scene torn into pieces, Vina took a few steps back and collapsed to the ground.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Don't panic." Vina bit her lip, "I... I'm fine."

How could it be okay? She just couldn't show it.

Vina got up again, trying to keep her mind calm, and looked at the maid: "What time is it now?"

"Four o'clock midnight."

"...You've worked hard." Vina closed her eyes. "Please change me into a formal outfit. I want to go to the underground palace...to see the resting place of my ancestors."

……

……

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed underground.

It was dark all around. Vina, who had changed into formal attire, glanced at the attendant behind her and said sternly, "That's it. Let me be alone for a while."

Even when her best friend died, she remained unshaken, and this appearance made the guards who followed her nod their heads secretly, feeling that she was undoubtedly a qualified lord.

Vina, however, did not go to see it, but walked alone in the hall, carrying a lantern.

The lights shine on both sides of the statue. The angular and lifelike statues are made by the most outstanding craftsmen, depicting the faces of each generation of kings.

This is where the kings rest.

It is also where the national sword, Breath of Kings, is sealed.

In the ancient past, the first King Aslan fought against the Khan and used this sword to cut off the head of the King of the Wind and Earth Spirits.

Later, King Aslan used the sword to stab the powerful Drake, in exchange for Aslan's entry into Victoria.

That sword carried too much of Aslan's pride. After the Londinium incident, in order to show respect for the national sword, Vina replaced it in the underground palace in the presence of all the citizens.

The sword and the thron sleep together, accompanying the kings.

But, I didn’t expect…

I never thought that I would have to pull it out again at this moment and point it at the person I dared not think about.

Pushing open the door, in the center of the underground palace, a sword was embedded in the pedestal, and a golden lion was guarding it with its hair standing up as if burning.

It was a great being that seemed to have walked out of a myth, with lazy pupils looking down at everything on the earth.

"Gawain." Vina called out its name, "You saved me."

"A little thing."

"No...it's very important." Vina lowered her eyes and came to Wang Jian.

She once drew out this sword to fight against the Steam Knight, but it was useless. The sword without the hilt could not exert its due combat power. The last Steam Knight, Charles Lynch, madly raged with his firepower, pouring out all his anger and resentment.

If it weren't for the Ph.D.

If that person hadn't brought the sword holder at the end, everything would have been over.

The man who had saved Londinium now spoke of destroying it.

"This is like a bad joke." Vina lowered her eyes, and the national sword reflected her face. "Gawain, I am definitely not a qualified monarch, am I?"

"Judging from your three years in office, it's been OK," Gao Wen commented honestly.

"But what have I done in the past three years... I disappointed him and made him suffer, so he came to me for revenge."

Vina whispered, but stood up again and drew out the sword little by little.

The plain sword emitted a cold light, and it could cut through iron like mud. It was held in her palm.

Tears fell down: "But I don't even know what I did wrong, Gawain..."

There was more pity in Gao Wen's eyes: "Do you want to die? I finally saved you."

"You saved me more than once...More than ten years ago, during the coup, my father was sent to the gallows, and you saved me from death."

Gawain was silent for a moment, staring at Vina.

In the backlight, she raised the sword high again.

In the dark underground, countless Aslan's ghosts seemed to resurrect, casting sad glances at the young lion king.

It seems like a reproach, but also like a comfort.

But Vina murmured: "Glasgow is gone, Gawain."

"Even if you draw your sword, you can't defeat the Demon King."

"Yes, but I am the monarch of Victoria... This is my choice." Vina said coldly, and ordered coldly, "Gawain, will you come with me to face the devil."

"Like my ancestors, can you fight with me?"

Gao Wen was silent for a moment and sighed: "Little girl."

But he knelt down and allowed Alexandrina Vina Victoria to ride on his back.

The wind was howling, and lions stepped out from the depths of the underground palace, kneeling before Gawain, crawling and bowing.

The darkness dissipated, and the lion's eyes began to shine.

Leading this huge army, Vina began to charge, and the moment she rushed out of the underground palace, it was dawn.

Naturally, a countdown appeared in her eyes.

There are seven days left.

The morning glow was warm, and Gawain's voice was as gentle as the wind: "Do you know where to find the doctor?"

Vina pursed her lips, and only at this moment, she smiled brightly, as if she had returned to the past.

"As long as I want to find him, I can always find him."

"It was like that before, in Londinium, Gawain."

"He always comes to my rescue, Gawain..."

……

……

At dawn, Londinium came back to life from its dead state.

The thick fog dissipated, and Garden Avenue was crowded with vendors. The sounds of hawking were endless, and workers also set out on their way to work. The place was crowded for a while.

After the Queen came to power, she intended to improve the welfare of workers.

This is because the Londinium Self-Rescue Army once strongly supported the queen, and the core members of the Self-Rescue Army were impoverished workers. For emotional reasons, the queen had to repay them with love.

On the other hand, there were also political considerations. Vina's distrust of the nobles was written clearly on her face, so it was only natural to weaken the nobles' power.

But this does not mean there is no exploitation.

To maintain the strength of the empire, Londinium's factories had to run day and night.

For most workers, life seems to have not changed much. After being exploited at all levels, they still have little left.

But there were good factories, such as the military factories serving the royal family.

"Doctor... have you really dealt with all the Steam Knights?" asked Lolo, who was wearing cool clothes in winter.