From the age of three to 16, she grew up in the temple and was raised by the clergy. Although the Grand Temple gave her the courtesy of a princess, nobles often visited her.
However, her obedience to, and even reverence for, the priest has been engraved in her bones since childhood, leaving a deep impression on her.
I am the queen.
He is the ruler of this country.
He is a descendant of the spring goddess and a monarch blessed by the gods!
Queen Anne thought this way, trying to cheer herself up, straightening her back, and raising her chin high. She smiled slightly, looked directly at the priest, and tried to be both majestic and kind:
"Your Excellency, Chief Priest, I have not rejected the help of the Spring Water Temple at any time... I have believed in the Spring Water Goddess since I was a child, received instruction from the temple, and have always respected the goddess's attendants."
At this point, there was a slight pause. Since taking the throne, the instructions in the ears of ministers and royal teachers have continued to echo:
You are the queen, you are the nominal supreme ruler, but this does not mean that you have the highest power.
Temples, magic councils, warriors, nobles. In this world where great power comes together, you must work hard to coordinate among these forces.
The Queen's eyes moved from the Priest to Aunt Mary, who had been taking care of her. Her eyes were soft and silent, with a little bit of sad prayer.
"Mommy," she said softly, "I am willing to rely on you wholeheartedly. However, my mother died in childbirth."
She twisted her hands, which were as slender and white as elderflowers, and her blue eyes were full of water:
"I just hope that in the unlikely event that magic is powerless, someone can save my life. Isn't this okay?"
You are a young girl, you are just a first-level priest. When facing a strong person, there is no harm in showing weakness appropriately. The palace teachers taught her this.
Sure enough, Sister Mary was stunned for a moment, her whole aura dropped, and she shook her head at the chief priest.
The chief priest closed his eyes tightly, as if he had aged dozens of years. He opened his eyes, sighed sadly, and bowed to the queen:
"Your Majesty, for many years, the Temple has been serving you, protecting you, and doing its best. Just because of a few papers or a rumor thousands of miles away, have you lost trust in the ability and loyalty of the Temple?"
Queen Anne choked slightly. Such words must not be said. Admitting that she did not believe in the magic of the Great Temple and wanted to hire someone else would be equivalent to breaking with the Temple and the aristocratic group that was deeply entangled with the Temple.
Even if there are many other forces in the kingdom that are at odds with the Spring Water Temple, this is a loss she cannot bear now.
She could only smile, try to smile, and try to appease the other party. Fortunately, the Queen came prepared and was not alone. Behind her, the bedchamber, Countess Bradley, stepped forward and said softly:
"Her Majesty the Queen does not reject the emergence of the temple, she just hopes that when she has to, there will be an extra layer of protection. As for tradition"
Her voice suddenly became high-pitched:
"Is the dignity of the queen and the tradition of the royal family even higher than the safety of the queen herself and her heirs, as well as the tranquility of the kingdom?"
This was almost a severe accusation. The high priest's face stiffened and his thick eyebrows were raised. Seeing the tense situation, Sister Mary took a step forward and bent her knees slightly:
"Your Majesty, your concerns make us very frightened. We are also very sad about the death of the late queen, and we understand your worries about your first pregnancy. Regarding your wishes, what I want to say is that the temple has noticed the emergence of new technologies.
We have also sent people to study.”
Aunt Mary bargained and bargained with the female officials. In the end, it was decided that the Spring Water Temple would send someone to learn the cesarean section technique. If the technique could be thoroughly mastered, the Queen agreed that the female priest of the Spring Water Temple would be responsible for her entire delivery care.
Of course, one of the prerequisites for complete mastery is that the person sent to study must obtain the approval of Oak Grove Medical Clinic; the second prerequisite is that this new technology must obtain the approval of the Queen.
Moreover, the Nordmark mage also wanted to invite him over. However, he would not directly invite him in to help unless it was absolutely necessary.
After appeasing the Spring Temple, the queen had to fully exchange opinions with many royal families, other important nobles, and royal advisors. Some agreed, some opposed, and some were noncommittal, but generally advised the queen to be cautious.
The person who opposed the most fiercely was the Queen's husband, Prince Anthony. This red-haired man was pacing up and down on the carpet in front of the Queen, his hair standing up one by one, as if he was about to burn at any time, and his cheeks were tense.
He tightened his grip so tightly that the veins on his fists popped out.
"What's the matter, George?" Queen Anne asked him softly:
"Are you also opposed to this matter? Don't you want me to give birth to our child safely and return to you smoothly?"
"I'm sorry, Anne." Prince Anthony, or rather, the youngest son of the Duke of York and the great-grandson of Queen Anne's great-grandmother, paused and turned around. He slowed down and walked to the Queen's side, knelt down on one knee and put his cheek to her.
On my wife’s lower abdomen:
"I just... I'm sorry, dear, please forgive a man's narrow-mindedness and jealousy. I just... I can't stand it when I think of your body being touched by another man... I know this is
For your safety, I will restrain myself..."
The Queen smiled and stroked his hair. One by one, she pressed it down, let it bounce up, and pressed it down again with her fingers. Her voice was so soft that it almost dripped with water:
"My dear, it's just because you love me too much. I'm sorry, I don't want to be touched by others, but as a monarch, I must shoulder my responsibilities. And now, the most important responsibility above all else is to survive..."
The couple cuddled together and whispered. Thousands of miles away, the queen's request, or request, was conveyed to the council by Archmage Seymour, the leader of the Royal Mage Corps, and then to Grete.
"Let me go and deliver the queen's baby?"
When Grete received the news, he had just finished an operation, and his surgical clothes and hands were stained with blood. While he was throwing cleaning spells on himself, he reflexively asked Aurora who came to deliver the message:
"What did the teacher say?"
"The Lord of Thunder means to let you decide for yourself." Of course Aurora came after asking around, and the people in the Magic Council did not dare not consult the legendary mage first. Then, the Lord of Thunder's opinion was:
"He can do whatever he likes. It doesn't matter if he wants to see the royal capital or he wants to stay in Nevis. Anyway, it's pretty much the same to him."
"That's it..." Grete pondered. "Then what does the council say?"
Generally speaking, the purpose of the jury is to hope that Gretel will take this trip because of the good relationship between the parliament and the royal family, but there is no force. If he doesn't want to go, no one can force a legend to go.
's disciple.
"Hmm..." Gretel thought about it and looked at his medical clinic again.
The news I knew before was that the Queen is about five months pregnant, which means that she will not give birth for another two months at the earliest. In two months, she can perform many more surgeries and accumulate a lot more experience.
, it’s much more convenient than living in the royal capital and living in an unfamiliar place...
"Can I go two months later?"
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