Chapter 11 She was born to be an emperor

"This is not your world." The platinum-haired girl said, she stood one step away from the queen, and looked at her seriously with a pair of strange eyes.

"Isn't this very obvious?" The girl said. Victoria didn't understand why this strange girl could walk straight into her bedroom and stand in front of her and say these strange words.

"Obvious?" asked the old queen.

"Yes," the girl nodded, "because I heard them say that you should be a king."

Victoria blinked, "Indeed."

"Then you should also know that you have no power here." The girl said word by word, "So this is not your palace, nor your world."

"Isn't it obvious?" She asked with her head slightly tilted.

I have no power here? Victoria couldn't help but feel a little different. She looked around, and her servants were all standing there, listening to her command.

"Please ask this lady to leave." She raised her hand and pointed to the unknown girl.

The guards walked over, but when they met the girl, they instantly turned into a faint black shadow.

"Rail and I have different levels of authority," the girl said, her voice was flat, as if she was just stating a common truth, or patiently explaining that a child who got lost should go to the police, "so his power will not work on me." "

So you can't see the fantasy he completed within my range," Luna said, "This is an extension of yesterday that you whitewashed and completed, but this is Riel's country, not yours."

"He has power here, and you don't," the girl said slowly, "so are you still willing to stay here?"

The queen's eyes lit up in an instant, becoming sharp and distant.

"No," she said neatly.

"Then break your mirror," the girl said softly, she blinked, watching the queen's figure disappear into the air, Watson, who was hiding behind the door, loosened his gloves and found that the gloves were soaked with his cold sweat.

"Surprisingly effective, isn't it?" Holmes said, rubbing his lips with his fingers.

"I thought you would help me persuade Luna just now." Watson complained, "I think it is highly likely that Luna will not be able to persuade the moody Queen Victoria."

"If they fight or something happens, who will you help?" Watson asked.

"There is no such possibility, Watson." Holmes laughed briefly, "And the facts have proved that Luna is indeed the best candidate for this matter."

"Okay, tell me your reasons." Watson asked.

"Luna may not understand humans, but she understands the king." Holmes straightened up, "You see, she has never considered Her Highness Victoria from a woman's perspective, nor has she told her that you have to get over your past feelings, you can't be trapped by love, and Prince Albert doesn't want to see such boring words from you." "She knows

what the king cares about most." Holmes said lightly, "Don't you?"

"So I decided to let her do it, and she succeeded." The gray-eyed man said briefly.

Watson nodded heavily. When he just heard the girl's request to persuade Queen Victoria alone, he always felt that the most likely scenario would be one death and one injury. However, Holmes was very supportive of Luna's idea. His opinion was declared invalid by a two-to-one vote, and the girl walked into the Queen's bedroom alone.

However, as his friend said, Luna actually persuaded Queen Victoria to return to the surface world so easily.

That's right, the girl just didn't mention the past that trapped Victoria here. She just asked, as a king, are you willing to stay in the sphere of influence of another king?

However, Queen Victoria only needed this one thing to convince her.

The girl whistled softly and walked out of the Queen's bedroom slowly, looking like a well-behaved doll.

But Watson couldn't help but feel something from the bottom of his heart.

She was indeed born to be an emperor.

"Look, I told you I can do it." The girl raised her chin proudly and showed a smug smile. Watson breathed a sigh of relief and took off his hat solemnly. "Miss Luna really won the first battle."

The girl was very satisfied with this. "Will the Queen reward me?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Probably she will give you a medal." Watson replied and smiled.

"What is a medal?" The girl raised her face and asked, "Is it delicious, or a toy, or a treasure?"

"It's precious metals plus gems, indicating that you have won some kind of honor." Watson explained, "Generally, only soldiers and citizens who have made great contributions can be awarded by the Queen."

The girl lowered her eyes, "Is that so."

She didn't seem happy with such a thank-you gift.

"Don't you like it?" Watson asked.

"I want something else." The girl said frankly, blinking her eyes, lowering her head and looking at the patterns on the ground. This marble comes from the best ore in Africa. It takes countless slaves' blood to mine it. It is polished with walnuts and is so shiny that it shows the fire and oil and flowers of Britain.

Everyone is shocked by this luxury when they first come to Buckingham Palace. However, this girl seems to have no interest in precious metals, sculptures, famous paintings, and exquisite structures. She just walks straight ahead, as if there is no difference from the cobblestone road in the countryside.

"Honor is so boring," the girl said calmly, "The world should be grateful for my visit."

Then she walked out. Buckingham Palace lost Riel's care and instantly became as pale and hazy as all the buildings in the other world. The girl took out the king's key from her neck and threw it on the ground.

The world turned upside down, and they returned to the living room of 221b. Except for the wet clothes, there were still traces of the symptoms of the rainstorm, as if they had just left.

Not long after, the doorbell rang, and it was the news that Her Majesty the Queen had summoned her.

"Only one young lady." The servant who delivered the message said respectfully. Not long after, he heard the sound of the stairs, and a young girl walked down.

She was wearing an ordinary dress, and her platinum-blonde hair was tied behind her head. Although she looked clean and tidy, she did not look like she was dressed up. Although it was urgent, her dress was indeed too ordinary.

Queen Victoria summoned Mycroft Holmes after staying indoors for a whole day, and then ordered him to come to 221b to invite a young lady. He knew that the inside story was not hers to inquire about, so he did not say much and took the young girl to get in the carriage.

The color of this girl's eyes was really special, he couldn't help thinking, but his instinct told him that he didn't want to be stared at by such a pair of eyes.

The girl turned her eyes, glanced at his face, and then quickly moved away. The strangeness that had just surged in his heart seemed to disappear in an instant. She was just a little girl. He said to himself, what was he afraid of just now?

Was it because he was too tired from working during this period of time and felt a little sleepy?

The Buckingham Palace in the outer world is far more magnificent than the inner world. After all, this is its territory. It has all its honor and luxury here. The guards wearing bear fur hats at the door showed their figures. Their red uniforms were extremely bright. Luna couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Queen Victoria was wearing a black dress and standing on a few steps. She raised one hand slightly, and the red guards retreated silently and stood at the door like sculptures.

The old queen lowered her eyes and stared into the eyes of the young queen.

After a few seconds, Victoria smiled faintly, "It seems that the person I met in the dream is you, the lady."

Although Luna didn't know what a dream was, she knew that the king's face would never be tarnished, so she nodded and followed the maid into the magnificent palace and sat down in the small reception room.

Her eyes fell on the desserts on the table. The exquisitely shaped desserts were placed on a multi-layered tray that looked like a birdcage made of gold wire. The queen sat down opposite her, indicating that she could help herself.

Luna picked up a piece, put it in her mouth, and then frowned slightly.

"It's so sweet." She complained softly.

"It won't be too sweet if you eat it with black tea." The queen said patiently. The maid rarely saw the king, who had been widowed for a long time, show such an expression, and Victoria looked at her and signaled that she could leave.

The maid knelt down and walked out of the small reception room. She closed the door and left.

"They said you would give me a medal." Luna picked up the next piece and put it in her mouth, then took a sip of black tea and seemed to swallow it whole. "But I don't like medals. Is there anything else?"

Victoria laughed. "Members, I don't think you can accept medals."

"If I saved the life of the German emperor, I wouldn't think it would be something I'd be happy about him giving me a medal." Victoria said lightly.

Luna nodded. "Yes, I don't want a medal."

"So what are you going to give me?" The girl raised her head and looked at her expectantly.

"Mr. Mycroft Holmes said that you don't seem to understand humans very well." Victoria said lightly. She picked up the teacup and took a sip gently. "But I think that although you may not understand humans, you and I still have some common language."

"We are all born to be kings." She said.

Luna nodded. "Are you also born with the nature of a king?" She asked curiously.

"You can say that," Victoria said, "I was basically the first in line to the throne when I was born."

She raised her hand and placed it behind her neck, as if groping for something, then she untied a silver clasp, held the silver chain, lifted the locket, and let it hang in front of the girl's eyes.

"I'll give you this," she said softly, "There is a rule of gift giving in human beings, it is best to give the other person something that they want in their heart, but it is not a must."

The girl reached out and took the locket, she opened the lid, and saw a portrait and a lock of chestnut hair inside.

"The other person in the portrait is my late husband, Prince Albert." The queen said calmly, gently picked up a piece of sugar and threw it into her tea, "This lock of hair is also his."

"For us, feelings are not a must," Victoria said calmly, "For many monarchs, feelings may be the beginning of their misfortune."

"But I guess you should also have a little yearning." Victoria asked.

Luna closed the lid and studied the delicate patterns on the locket. "Emotions?" She tilted her head in confusion. "They do say that humans become fragile when they encounter emotions."

"When it comes to emotions, even the most staunch atheists are forced to beg for mercy like us." Luna said softly. "It's really pitiful."

Victoria laughed. "Yes, it's very pitiful."

"So many kings have suffered even greater tragedies because they couldn't deal with their emotions." Victoria said, retracting her gaze from the locket. "So, let me tell you about my late husband."

"Maybe it's a good story for you, and it can also be used as a lesson learned." Victoria smiled.

The girl raised her eyes quietly, "What do you think, should a king have feelings? You also said that for many kings, falling in love is the starting point of their misfortune."

"That depends on who the other person is." Victoria smiled, "If the other person is a worthy person, this relationship will also be the starting point of a glorious life for you."

"Because feelings can not only make humans pitiful and fragile, but also make them rich and powerful." The old queen said, "Because there is also such a possibility, even if you are born a king, you will involuntarily desire it. Isn't this reasonable?"