Chapter 673 Gretel: Can I Go a Few Months Later?

Queen Anne shrank subconsciously.

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, and although nobles often came to visit her——

However, her obedience to, and even reverence for, the priest has been engraved in her bones since she was a child.

——I am the queen.

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 and looked directly at the priest, trying to be both majestic and cordial:

"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 and was taught by the temple. I have always respected the goddess's servers."

Having said this, I paused slightly. Since he ascended the throne, the instructions from ministers and royal teachers have been echoing in his ears:

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 moving. His 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 sometimes 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 all of a sudden. 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 and a rumor thousands of miles away, have you lost trust in the ability and loyalty of the Temple?"

Queen Anne choked slightly. This kind of thing is definitely not allowed to be said. Admitting that one does not believe in the magic of the Great Temple and wants to hire someone else is equivalent to breaking with the Temple and the aristocratic group that is deeply entangled with the Temple——

Even if there are many other forces in the kingdom that are at odds with the Spring Water Temple, it is a loss she cannot bear now.

She could only smile, try to smile, and try to reassure the other person. 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 object to the emergence of the temple. She just hopes that there will be an extra layer of protection when she has to. 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 harsh rebuke. 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 frighten us very much. We are also very sad about the death of the late queen, and we understand your concerns 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 haggled with the lady-in-waiting. In the end, it was decided that the Spring Water Temple would send people to learn the cesarean section technique. If the technique could be thoroughly mastered, the Queen agreed that the female priests 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 be approved by Oak Grove Medical Clinic; the second prerequisite is that this new technology must be approved by the Queen.

Moreover, the Nordmark mage also wanted to invite him over. It's just that, unless absolutely necessary, I won't ask him to come in directly to help.

After appeasing the Spring Temple, the Queen still had to fully exchange views with many royal families, other important nobles, and royal advisors. Some agreed, some opposed, and some were non-committal and just generally advised the Queen to be cautious.

The person who opposed the most fiercely was the queen's husband, Prince Anthony. The 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 it was about to burn at any time, his cheeks were tense, and the veins on his fists popped out one by one.

"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, knelt on one knee, and put his cheek on his wife's belly:

"I'm just...I'm sorry, dear, please forgive a man's narrow-mindedness and jealousy. I just...when I think of your body being touched by another man, I feel unbearable...I know this is For your safety, I will restrain myself..."

The Queen smiled and stroked his hair. One by one, press down, let go and let them pop up, then press down again with your fingers. Her voice was soft and soft, almost dripping with water:

"My dear, it's just because you love me so 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 Parliament by Archmage Seymour, the leader of the Royal Mage Corps, and then to Gretel.

"You want me to deliver the queen's baby?"

When Grete received the news, he had just finished an operation, and his surgical gown and hands were covered in blood. While throwing the cleaning spell on himself, he reflexively asked Aurora who came to deliver the letter:

"What did the teacher say?"

"The Lord of Thunder means to let you make your own decision." Of course Aurora came after inquiring, and the people in the Magic Council did not dare not consult the legendary mage first. Then, the Lord of Thunder’s opinion is:

"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 the same for him."

"That's right..." Grete pondered. "What did the council say?"

Generally speaking, what the jury meant was that they wanted Gretel to take this trip because of the good relationship between the parliament and the royal family, but they were not forced to do so. No one can force a legendary disciple if he doesn't want to go.

"Hmm..." Gretel thought about it and looked at his medical clinic again.

The previous news was that the Queen was about five months pregnant, which meant that she would not give birth for another two months at the earliest. In two months, he can perform many more surgeries and accumulate more experience, which is much more convenient than living in the capital with no familiarity...

"Can I go two months later?"

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