In the Name of the Queen

Chapter 39 Mirror, mirror, who is it? It’s you, my master!

Sheffield Castle, the Queen's residence.

This royal castle located on the north bank of the Thames River is not in the province of Sheffield, but in the imperial city.

This name is purely to commemorate the title of the Earl of Sheffield, the founding king of Sussex, and to show that he has never forgotten his roots.

Of course, the overall backward development of the province of Sheffield was due to too many local unruly people and had nothing to do with the great emperor.

It makes sense that the Earl and Emperor of Sheffield lived at Sheffield Castle, which was not located in the Province of Sheffield.

However, the current owner of the castle is not the Earl of Sheffield, but the Earl of Tyrone.

Sylph sat quietly on the bedside, staring at the stars outside the window in a daze.

Although she was elected as the new emperor, her status was only confirmed and she was not formally enthroned.

According to legal principles, the current emperor is still her father Edward.

You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die.

You said His Majesty Edward is dead, but where is the body?

The Sussex Empire has yet to mourn its emperor.

Some people die, but they still have to live.

Because there are many people who need him alive.

Such as the cabinet.

Even if she comes to rule as an adult, Sylph can temporarily take over the emperor's responsibilities as the crown prince. She must wait for the expiration of three years before announcing the death of the old emperor.

When the three-year period is up, the power of the cabinet ministers has long been consolidated, and it is very difficult to regain power.

Although Roland kept giving her encouragement and reassurance, and she tried to stay optimistic, she was still swallowed up by depression when she was alone.

She can't even decide who she is, can she really control the entire empire?

Sylph withdrew her gaze and silently looked at the vertical oval mirror beside the bed.

"Mirror, Mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

she asked softly.

Of course she knows the answer. Listening to the beautiful voice of the magic mirror is her most relaxing moment.

No matter how demoralized she was, hearing the answer made her happy.

"It's you, my master."

The quiet voice of the magic mirror sounded.

Sylph smiled with satisfaction and reminded softly: "Wrong, it's my mother."

Magic Mirror: "."

It didn't want to take this sentence.

Sylph insists that her mother is the most beautiful because she is her biological mother, but the magic mirror is not willing to agree with this preference. It has professional ethics.

It's an artifact, not a sycophant.

In this era, the cost of maintaining beauty is very high. Those who can leave their names on the Magic Mirror's female charm rankings are either rich or noble, or at least extraordinary.

Ordinary people also have it, but it's just a flash in the pan.

Being on the Magic Mirror Charm List is not a good thing for a girl from an ordinary background.

Becoming the canary supported by the wealthy is already a rare good ending.

Unfortunately, Sylph's mother is not on the list.

There are only one hundred spots on the Magic Mirror Girl List.

Below the first hundred, Master Magic Mirror is too lazy to pay attention.

Sylph wanted to buy the list without paying, but Master Magic Mirror was too lazy to pay attention.

When the magic mirror didn't respond, Sylph curled her lips and said nothing.

If it was normal, the conversation between her and the magic mirror would end here, she would go to bed, and the magic mirror would continue to stand guard.

But today she had something on her mind and couldn't sleep. She muttered out of nowhere: "Mirror, mirror, can you hear me?"

"Master, I'm here. Do you want to check the female charm list?"

"No, I want to share my thoughts with you." Sylph sighed.

"I'm listening, but I can't guarantee that I understand, let alone give suggestions." Magic Mirror is very honest. After all, artificial intelligence is a bit ahead of its time.

"It's okay, just listen."

Sylph organized her thoughts and carefully explained the entire misunderstanding with Roland.

The magic mirror is as calm as a mirror.

Good at listening, this is its advantage.

After telling the story, it was already dark. Although she didn’t have high hopes, Sylph still asked tentatively:

"Magic mirror, what do you think?"

The magic mirror claims to be an artifact.

It is said that the artifact has a soul, maybe it understands it?

The magic mirror is as calm as a mirror.

It only listens, which is its shortcoming.

Just when Sylph was extremely disappointed, perhaps because he couldn't bear to see her disappointed, Magic Mirror said a rare word.

"have no idea."

Sylph: "."

She shouldn't have high expectations for this broken mirror. Who said artifacts have souls?

lie!

"Well, it would be nice if there were two of me, one as the queen and the other as the earl."

She muttered quietly and lay back on the bed.

The soft velvet felt comfortable, but she immediately frowned.

The maid was so careless that there were sundries under the velvet quilt?

She lifted up the quilt angrily and saw a small bean that she couldn't name.

As she was thinking about how to punish the careless maid, the magic mirror spoke.

It knows the question just now.

It said calmly: "This is simple."

Sylph was stunned and looked at the magic mirror in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

"I said, it's easy to make a copy of you."

Sylph: "."

You can’t come up with ideas, but you know how to do this kind of thing?

"Say it!"

The magic mirror calmly explained: "Master, it is impossible to completely copy it, but it is very simple to copy a magic puppet with the logic of your behavior."

"Find a demon puppet that has no soul injected into it, and then find an artifact spirit and let it live in the demon puppet."

After listening to Magic Mirror's explanation, Sylph was only happy for a second, and instantly became alert.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

When Magic Mirror said this, did he want to take this opportunity to do bad things?

After spending a long time with Roland, she also learned a lot.

Everyone has selfish motives, and artifacts are probably no exception.

She quietly activated [Insight] and looked at the magic mirror.

Smooth as a mirror.

no problem.

Sylph was relieved, but still worried, and quietly looked at the power of the contract between her and the magic mirror.

Stable as ever.

She is the undisputed master of the magic mirror.

Sylph smiled to herself.

Sure enough, I thought too much. The artifact is not human, and the restraint of the power of the contract is absolute.

The magic mirror is just sharing her worries, but she should doubt the magic mirror.

Sylph's voice softened a bit, and she said softly: "I have a blank puppet, but it's only Mithril level. Is it enough?"

"enough."

Magic Mirror said calmly.

"Master, what you want is just a puppet sitting here to imprison you, not a battle puppet. Mithril level is enough."

The corners of Sylph's lips raised slightly.

It is indeed her magic weapon, I understand her.

Mithril-level golems are soft in texture and suitable for shaping changes. Their combat attributes are very weak and they cannot even defeat strong knights.

Most bionic service golems are mithril level.

He doesn't even have fighting power, so he certainly has no evil intentions.

Observe with the power of [Insight], confirm the master-slave contract, and test the material of the devil.

Triple insurance, foolproof.

When I first came up with this idea, I was a bit reluctant to face reality, but if I think about it carefully, it will be much easier to do things in the future if I have a stand-in devil.

It would be a waste to let the magic mirror sit beside the bed all day long.

The magic mirror is usually imprisoned in the palace, but when it is necessary to show the queen's style, she appears in person, which is a perfect arrangement.

After confirming all the details, Sylph left in a hurry and went to the secret treasure house to get the blank golem.

Mithril-level blank golems are not too expensive, and the most well-made ones only cost a few hundred pounds. A small investment with high returns. Even if Roland knew about this deal, she would still have to praise her.

When going out, Sylph turned her face quietly and looked at the magic mirror with her peripheral vision.

The magic mirror disappeared into the darkness, sleeping as before.